#design I recently drew for Seek will be out right after this post

[abstract-crossverse]

I am holding out my hands so lovingly for some seek x reader content. Literally anything for him I just ask you very very politely for seek content pretty please

Absolutely, one goop man comin up

Letting people know in advance that these first few requests that arent that specific will be headcanons similar to how I did with Ambush so I can get a grip on the characters Long as shit again, so you know the drill, the rest is under the cut

Cw// around the Dating headcanons, one of them is gonna be a tad bit suggestive, nothing in need of worry but if you feel queezy with suggestiveness then I would advise you to proceed with caution during that part. It's only that one paragraph though so everything else if fine and dandy 👌

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Seek x Reader [headcanons, fluff]

-> Seek is the (mostly) self-proclaimed leader of the entities. However, he doesn't call the shots in the hotel itself- he takes on responsibilities like making sure the chaos entities (Rush, Screech, and sometimes Ambush if he's feeling silly) from blowing something up... And of course, he helps plan around strategies to get the players when they decide to actually prepare something out instead of winging it and hoping for the best- that'll be important later

-> Anyway, you weren't the only one traversing the hotel this time, you had friends with you, yall were 4 in total and managed to live until now. though you got pretty roughed up, Screech bit your leg pretty hard when you failed to find him in time and no bandages were found, so one of your friends was helping you walk through the long hallway you found yourselves in, all confused and on edge about the eyes you saw in the earlier rooms

-> You all heard rumbling and bubbling coming from behind you, looking back you saw Seek emerging from the goop that seeped through the floorboards at the start of the corridor. It wasn't long until he was running at you, the other 2 ran ahead as you and your friend stayed behind a bit to help you move through the fallen furniture and doors Guiding Light tried to point you in the direction of.

-> Though it didn't last long, your legs got stuck under a fallen bookshelf in the third room you had to run through. your friend tried freeing you but to no avail, and Seek was closing space quickly, they yelled an apology and let go of you, running off so they wouldn't be dead meat.. you felt betrayed but knew there was no saving you, so you simply braced yourself for imminent death

-> But it never came. In fact, you felt the weight of the bookshelf lift from you, peeking out of your arms you saw Seek standing above you, the black coat he wore covered a white button-up that somehow wasn't stained by the inky substance dripping off his face, black pants and boots, a black tie and belt around his waist and neck, and white cuffs accented his outfit. He stared down at you as you tried registering what was happening

-> Before you knew it, he had picked up bridal style and began bringing you along the corridors he had to run through, lifting the fallen furniture and putting out the fires with arms that formed out of the same inky substance dripping from the walls. The eyes seemed to look among themselves in confusion as they witnessed Seek bring you along the halls in his arms, were they not his? Or did they have a mind of their own?

-> By the time you got to the last stretch the door was still closed as the arms put out the fire from the fallen chandeliers and cleaned the broken glass from the ground. Though there were three fewer arms than usual, you didn't know that, you didn't know those three arms were supposed to be there in the first place.

-> You coughed from the smoke still floating around the hall that slowly cleared through the broken windows. It wasn't long until Seek put you down sitting against a wall next to a window, where another arm came through the broken window to hold you there.

"Stay here." He spoke, voice echoing around the room as he walked off through the end door, bringing the red aura he emitted to the next room. You were confused and terrified, what was he going to do to you? Was he keeping you alive for shit and giggles? Giving you false hope that you'd survive only to kill you at the end? Thoughts ran through your head as you began to panic more and more, you nearly jumped as the hand holding you rubbed your arm with its thumb, attempting to soothe you as it seemed to sense your fear, which only confused you more

Which reminds you- how could Seek speak? He had no mouth to speak from? And why were the arms fixing the place up? You watched as the multiple arms put up new chandeliers on the ceiling in place of the old ones as if they were fixing a dollhouse, the carpet didn't even look like there was a fire on it just a second ago either... You shrunk slightly at the sight of the eyes on the walls staring directly at you, sometimes looking among themselves as if talking with each other. You wondered if they were Seek's, if he was making sure you wouldn't escape

Later you realized Seek was back as the red aura entered your peripheral vision, the eyes looked at him too. He carried a handful of bandaids and a bottle of disinfectant spray and a bit of cotton, he sat in front of you as the arm holding you slipped back through the window

"... May I?" He looked from your injured leg to you, did he want to heal you? You could only nod slowly, afraid of what could happen if you said no, and so he lifted your pant leg and sprayed some disinfectant into a piece of cotton, gently wiping at the bite marks Screech left on your leg, you hissed in pain at the burning sensation of the solution.

Seek glanced occasionally from your leg to you every time you hissed or flinched, but slowly patched up your leg. It wasn't long before you spoke;

"... Why... Why are you helping me?.." he paused, causing you to tense when he looked up at you "... They left you for dead. I felt pity, so I'll give you a chance to survive some longer." He stated, finishing with your leg and pulling your pant leg down again, he simply sat in front of you now

"I can tell you have more questions... I'll answer some of them, but once I am done, I won't answer anymore. Understood?" He asked, having another arm pop up through the window next to you and take the dirty cotton and spray away, along with the paper from the bandaids and bandaid he didn't need to use, it went way with the materials in its large hand. You could only nod, it wasn't every day you could get any answers to what this place was...

-> The more you two seemed to talk, the more you both drifted away from your initial topic. Not like Seek didn't notice, of course, he did, but he found himself enjoying your conversation, it had been too long since he properly talked with a human.. he can't help but wonder how long it's been since his death and addition to the Hotel's "staff"

-> The eyes were still on the walls, though there were a lot fewer than before the room was clean. Though after some time of talking, he knew he had to go away before Jack realized he was "slacking on the job" and kill you himself.. he's retired, not harmless though. So Seek got up after a while of talking

"I must go." He said, offering a hand to help you up, as your leg wasn't too well still, you took his hand as he pulled you up. "already?" You asked with a small pout "well, it was nice chatting with you, you're really chill!" You smiled at him as he chuckled, flustered and averting his eye to the side

"oh- uh.. before you go- do you know what happened to my friends?" You were still worried about those people? What a heart you have. ".. they were caught by my arms, my apologies, but they should be waking up back down in the lobby." He stated, lowering his head momentarily as your heart sank a bit.. I guess you're by yourself now "oh.."

A small silence broke between you too as you furrowed your brows in worry, you glanced at the door to the next room. "It's- it's fine... I'll be okay, I can do this alone... Thank you- for the help again, sir.." "Seek. It's what most of you call me, I find it fitting." He shrugged, holding his hands behind his back, you nodded "Seek, alright, I'll keep that in mind. I'll... See you some time I guess..." He nodded, and you began lightly limping your way to the door to the next room, making sure to check the number before you went through

As you opened the door, the lights in the hall flickered as wet, sploosh-y sounds echoed through the room. You looked back, only to find an empty, intact hall, Seek was gone, and so were the eyes, and the windows somehow were fixed. It confused you, but not much of a surprise, this hotel is the weirdest you've ever been to.. how'd you even get here again?

-> After that day, Seek found himself thinking about you often.. he'd never spared someone before, so you can imagine that moment stood out quite a bit. he wonders if you made it to the end or if you were caught by Figure.. or maybe someone else, new people seem to struggle in the greenhouse and you seemed new to the hotel.. to an extent at least, you weren't surprised or confused by when he said he caught your companions and that they should've been back in the Hotel's lobby

-> Though it wasn't long until you met again, this time you were alone, you stood at the end of the hall, looking as he emerged from the ground. He saw you wave at him with a small, worried smile, he figured you didn't know if you both were on good terms or not, if he was going to chase you or if you'd chat again... to your luck, he felt especially tired today

-> So you both sat down in the hall again, talking away to your heart's content, laughing with jokes and stories about the Hotel and it's residents. You realized how none of the other entities were just monsters hunting for whatever they could get a bite out of, that they were human once, but remember nothing of their past lives and got desensitized to killing as they slowly began to see this place as a game, anyone who was killed would reappear within a certain amount of time. So what did it griefing matter? They can't truly die here anyways.

-> Some of the stories he told you were morbid sure, but you enjoyed your time with him. Even if it's usually cut short by the Eyes on the walls making some noise that caught his attention, seeming to listen for something then saying he needed to go somewhere. You figured he could sense other people coming through the rooms and to your location, so you obliged, albeit sad you had to cut your times short, quickly making your way through the now not-so-dangerous obstacle course from his chase, the main differences being that there was no fire in the rooms you speed through, and the final hall had no arms, though you could see them waiting outside the windows if you looked out.

-> And so the cycle began, every time you met with Seek you mainly chatted before he had to go attend to other "Players", as he called them, you walk off and continue through the hotel until meeting him later on before the garden. You found yourself looking forward to encountering him, you've memorized what number of rooms his crescendo would usually show up in, and tease him about being late if his Hall came nearing door 40 or 80.

-> He finds you amusing, you've grown on him but he won't admit it, often making jokes that he could kill you right that second if he wanted to, he doesn't understand how you enjoy being in his presence, how you're not scared of him. You challenge him, saying he wouldn't cuz he doesn't have the balls to do so, which prompts him into chasing you around playfully until he inevitably catches you and begins pretending to attack you with tickles. By the end of it, you're both on the ground, calming down from fits of laughter, occasional giggles leaving you both.

-> He's been feeling warmer and warmer around you lately, a fuzzy feeling in his chest he can't quite explain whenever he looks at you, a mere smile from you leaving him breathless- which confuses him even more given he doesn't have lungs anymore, or any organs for that matter. So the fact you manage to make his metaphorical heart skip a beat shocks him beyond belief

-> Seek often goes to his brother to gush and try to make sense of what he's feeling, Hide sometimes never hears the end of it, though they managed to pin down it was love- Hide still made fun of his brother for behaving in such an unorthodox fashion compared to his usual behavior of "I hate the Players, they are annoying.", Seek would roll his eye.

-> He clutches a hand on his chest as you wander back into his mind, your face, your hair, the way you laugh... he can barely describe how perfect it all is, how perfect you are... You're just... Too much for him to even begin describing, how whatever influence is out there led him to meet such a beautiful soul as you is beyond him, but is he complaining? Not at all.

-> You've been getting closer and closer to each other each day, every time he even gets the slightest contact with you anymore makes him struggle to get a word out, which doesn't go unnoticed by you, of course. Youve got his usual behavior down well enough so it's obvious something's up with him

-> He shrugs it off when you ask about it, of course he does, but his pride won't let him admit it. Not yet. And sure as hell not like this.

-> He comes from the late 60s, and was raised to be a gentleman, and even if he knows of a lot of the new world and its culture (aka 2000s-2020s stuff) his old habits still die hard since he's never really changed since his living times. So if he confesses his love to you, he'll do it right... He knows what he feels for you is love, he just barely knows how to handle it, it's overwhelming- he didn't think it would hit him this hard- give him a moment

-> One night, he planned on confessing to you, so one night Jack finally made it not storm for once, he would invite you out to the garden. It was risky- especially since ever since Jack implemented the Greenhouse, he's been hanging around there doing god knows what- but it was tonight, this was just a perfect, beautiful night, when would he get a chance like this again?

-> So after a good hour practicing how'd he'd invite you out to the garden and confess his feelings over a mirror- also with Hide's help. He finally mustered up the courage to seek you out and put his plan in motion;

Seek traversed the Hotel under the floorboards and within the walls in search of you, he requested aid from Hide for extra eyes on areas he couldn't see. But you were nowhere to be seen, which made him anxious, were you not doing another 'run' through the Hotel today? Was lady luck really cursing him today?

But to his relief, one of Hide's eyes pooped up within the wall he was inside, peeking through the crack to see if you were anywhere but only found other Players confused by Dupe's traps as they didn't remember which room they were in. Hide whispered to him you were already in the Garden, to his convenience and surprise

Seek thanked his brother as the eye slipped away into nonexistence, before he peeked again through the boards, watching as one of the Players decided to wing it and walked into one of Dupe's rooms, getting bit in the process as the other two freaked out and laughed at the other who fell to the floor on his ass, completely dumbfounded. Seek chuckled in amusement, their misery is funny to him. Anyways, he has to get to you quick before you choose to come back inside

He slipped through under the door and gates to the Garden, only slightly forming to be able to peek and look around for you. Almost immediately found you lying on the grass, looking up at the oddly star-filled sky with a slight smile on your face, his eyes squinted in a smile a bit, gazing at you as he reformed into his usual form, fixing his tie before making his way towards you

He got closer, you turned your head in his direction with a slightly confused expression as you heard the crushing of grass, you smiled, his heart skipped a beat.

"hey." Such a short greeting, but your tone said more than that, a warm, comforting tone, if only you could see the stupid little grin he has on his face. You looked just so beautiful under the lighting in the garden. ".. hello... Are you alright?" He asked, sitting beside you as you looked back up

"yeah... Just. Taking the scene in." He looked up at the sky, lying beside you to admire the scenery better ".. it is beautiful isn't it?" You nodded "almost as beautiful as your eyes."

You took a moment to process before laughing a bit "oh that was cheesy!" He turned his head to glare playfully as you laughed, he could see a pink tint forming in your cheeks "what? You dont like that one? Alright, do a better one then!" He poked your arm lightly

"oh fine, you're on!" You said between chuckles, looking back up to think of a pickup line. You hummed "... Yknow, I adore the stars, they mean so much even if being so far away from where we are.. I guess you're a star then." You thought that was smooth enough, not perfect but good enough, Seek's eye widened slightly, it was tough to know when he was blushing due to what he was made out of, but his behavior and stammering gave away that at least your flirt landed

You giggled at his behavior "alright, your turn." He cleared his throat, thinking for a moment before he got an idea

"If I were to kiss you then go to Hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it." He turned his gaze to you as your face got redder, you stammered, sitting up "that's- that's Shakespeare, isn't it?-" you glared at him a bit, a smile growing on your face "mmmaybe." He chuckled as you grumbled at him, lightly punching his arm

".. it is true though... About the kiss thing.. and the beautiful one too.." he sat up, if he had a heart it would be racing right now, he could still feel the adrenaline coursing through his body as if he did though. You stared at him in slight shock, he continued

"... Nothing can compare to how I feel around you. You make me feel warm, every time you spare a glance at me-.. my heart would skip beats if I had one- though I still feel it as if I did... I didn't know it would even be possible.." he paused, a chuckle escaping him "your smile makes me melt, your gaze makes me feel as if I swallowed butterflies.. Your laugh is music to me, your little quirks and habits make me fall further for you- you are simply perfect in more ways I could imagine to describe..."

As much as he may seem calm now, believe me, he's freaking out internally, pushing out words as much as he could before he couldn't make himself speak anymore. You averted your eyes in embarrassment, covering half your face with a hand. He gently took your chin in his hand, pulling your attention back to him as he moved your head to look back at you, it only made your blush worse

He took a deep breath silently "I love you... There's no doubt about that, I'm deeply in love with you... But I-.. I must ask if you do too..." He looked into your eyes, gaze never broken, he felt anxiety, worried you'd reject him. He'd respect your wishes of course, whatever they may be, but he couldn't help praying that you'd love him too

You took only a couple of seconds to respond, and though it felt like an eternity, you kicked yourself mentally to say something. "I-I..- I love you too-.." you muttered, barely above a whisper, you were so close.. ".. c- come again, dear?" He requested, he heard you, just didn't quite believe it just yet-

The nickname made your heart skip a beat, you swallowed the lump in your throat you didn't even realize was there, "I love you. I love you, too." You repeated, making sure that time he could hear you clearly

You saw his eye shine as he smiled, feeling him sigh in what you could assume was relief before he embraced you, holding you close as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around him. You both were incredibly happy that night, and ended up spending the night together in one of the halls connected to bedrooms, cuddled as you talked about anything as always until you both drifted to slumber.

-> finally to general dating headcanons YIPPEE

-> PDA is a bit tough for him, it makes him embarrassed and as much as he'd love to give and receive affection while not in the confines of a room with no other entities with it- he can bring himself to, he gets too embarrassed and stammer-y, the least he can handle is holding your hand or your waist if you're walking somewhere or if you're with him while he's talking to someone

-> but if you're in private... oooooh prepare thyself cuz this man is SO touch starved. he wants your attention and is quite clingy if you dont have any boundaries you'd like to establish regarding personal space. you will be getting Kisses, hugs, you'll be held as much as you'd like him to, you are not immune to cuddling either- HE LIKES TO HOLD YOU IS THAT SUCH A CRIME??

-> You are his first relationship... at least as far as he can remember- the feeling of romantic love is familiar to him so he's felt it before, he just doesn't remember if he's been in a relationship while he was alive

-> He can be a little Jealous, and a little possessive at times- it's nothing he'll ever bring up to end up starting a fight or anything, he has no doubts or concerns about you cheating or anything- he knows you would do that he trusts you deeply. He likes your attention and gets a bit grumpy if you give another too much of your attention, it's enough that you can notice he's a bit upset, sometimes his mind can't help overthinking so its good to give some reassurance sometimes, if not by words then just give him affection of any kind, kisses, a tight squeeze on a hug, hold his hand, its the little things that find their way to reassure him most

-> About the possessiveness- its nothing to worry about too much, max that'll happen regarding that is: him hugging you or slightly tightening his grip on you if he notices another entity looking at you (what he deems is) weirdly, and glaring at them slightly until the cease that. Something that will end up happening 70% of the time after that happens is him being a little more passionate with his kisses, a lot of praise, and sentences with the range of "You're mine.". Take that as you will.

-> ANYWAY, he's a sweetheart, a big gift giver, whatever he can find that he knows you'd like he's taking it to give it to you, no questions asked. if you both met while living he'd be the type to spoil the shit out of you, mention something you'd like to get about your favorite media or something you found nice in a store, I dare you, within that same week it would be in your hands. he still is the type to spoil, if Jeff manages to get his hands on human items to up in his store Seek knows you like he's immediately getting it for you, especially if it's food you've been craving, he'll personally ask Jeff to help him make that for you if he can find the recipe to make it

-> He's a great cook, he doesn't remember where he learned culinary but he's one good cook. Though he doesn't have access to the Hotel's kitchen- one Jeff does for whatever reason, so if he wants to make something edible he has to ask for Jeff's permission, even so, it's really dark in there and Jeff is pretty sensitive to too many lights so if Jeff is to help him make the dish then he kinda has to tape a flashlight to his head so he can see where things are. if Jeff needs to stay in the shop but Seek gets his go ahead then he's fine to turn on the lights as long as he keeps the door to the kitchen closed

-> Date nights with him include dinner he makes and/or going out to the garden to listen to the rain, he enjoys quality time with you as much as he loves you, so as long as you're happy, he couldn't be more pleased

-> Have any hobbies? Drawing, knitting, writing, etc? He is thrilled to know about your hobbies and interests, he enjoys watching you do what you love and enjoy. want to infodump about your media interests? He'll lend you an ear, talk his ear off, he wouldn't mind, he'll try his best to understand what you're explaining to him and try not to get lost in gazing at you and you talk passionately about your interest, he thinks your voice sounds heavenly please don't stop talking.

-> He may even ask you to teach him how to do one of your hobbies, gaining interest in seeing you do it so often. I will say, he'll struggle so much with knitting and crocheting if you try to teach him, those hands were not made for strings, you'll have to untie his hands a lot from the yarn you give him

-> He may or may not tangle himself up on purpose sometimes, call him an attention whore all you want, he can and will go to pathetically funny lengths to have your attention at times. and he'll play the innocent card

"So then you loop the yarn around the-" "uhm... darling-...?" he interrupted you hesitantly, you looked over with a confused smile on your face before it was replaced with one of shock. He was completely tangled in the yarn you were teaching him to knit, his project of a scarf hanging from his head with the needles as the yarn tied around his upper body and arms, how'd he get like that?? You looked away for one second-

"wh- how'd you manage that??? Jesus Christ-" you dropped your needles and project beside you on the couch you both sat upon, hovering your hands back and forth above his form, trying to figure out where to start detangling the man. You heard him laugh softly "I guess the yarn doesn't quite like me." he joked as you attempted to detangle him from one side "God, babe, the hell am I gonna do with you?" you giggled, he looked pretty funny tied up the way he was, looking at him with a warm 'really?' look, you knew he was doing this on purpose at this point

"I dont know.. what ARE you going to do with me?" he asked, a challenging look in his eye as he gazed down at you, you hummed, pulling a string you found that undid the knots around your lover, the yarn fell around him as you grabbed his face with both hands, pulling him closer to yours "I dont think I know yet, I'll figure it out soon though~" you sang, gazing into each other's eyes warmly as you both closed in for a quick kiss, he pulled you into a hug "mm.. I guess this is enough lessons for a bit, until the yarn is not so angry with you anymore, of course." you both laughed softly "sure, my love. thank you for freeing me from my entanglement, by the way." "Anytime, babe."

-> He asks Hide to keep an eye on you when he can't, make sure you're alright and all, yeah? he doesn't trust the other players in this Hotel, what if they hurt you? "what if"s course through his mind as he thinks of every possible outcome. It's what makes him a good planner, but it can also ruin any way for him to see a positive result in a situation, he thinks Inside the Box a little too much- Hide keeps an eye on you through the eyes when you're to meet your Lover and peeking out slightly through closets before quickly disappearing into the darkness when you need to enter one

-> Seek has questioned if he should tell the other entities of your relationship. On one hand- he's scared someone will rat him out to Jack- intentionally or accidentally, on the other, it would be best to tell them so they dont outright kill you. He rather they at least knock you out rather than outright kill you, since killing you would send you back all the way down to the lobby, whilst if they knock you out it makes him be able to quickly snatch you away and nurse you back to consciousness

-> You'll get a headache or be generally sore afterward but who wouldn't after being hit hard enough to pass out, right? Besides, being killed hurts more in the aftermath than being knocked out so you can't quite complain

-> Eventually he does tell the others. Like with the Ambush fic I wrote a while ago, some are supportive, some are indifferent and others are quite hesitant about the idea, but if it makes you happy then they can't complain.

-> I will say it now, Screech is not his kid, never was, fortunately, or unfortunately for some of you. Screech and Sally both have a situation of "It takes a village to raise a child", the village being the adult entities, they all take care of the two in their own ways though Rush seems closer to Screech than the rest. While Seek does well with kids, Screech can be a little much at times, especially with the huge difference between their generations but he tries to understand the little critter. If Screech is with him it's one of three situations:

Screech had a question and no other academically smart entity was available to answer his question

Screech is being lectured for doing something dumb that- let's be real he's likely to do that- Rush encouraged because it would be funny. Sometimes Rush is also being lectured with Screech

Or Screech is just vibing in his general area while he reads a book or watches Screech go about whatever he's doing, the kid claims: "Uncle Seek, Halt, Eyes, Dupe, and Ambush are the most chill to vibe in silence with, but none of the others were free to vibe so Uncle Seek it is!" he says innocently, leaning his smaller form against Seeks arm as the one-eyed entity reads a book with an amused look on his eye

-> It's sweet how they all care for the little ones, even though Screech bites- learning about how almost every entity in this place was human once makes you feel.. kinda bad for him and Sally really, also a bit disturbed, Jack seems to run the shots from what Seek told you, as well as he's the one who turned them into entities in the first place, is this Jack dude really that terrible to have ripped away a child from it's family and life? maybe I'll elaborate more on Screech if he gets requested for platonic hcs or smtg

-> Anyway, some of the entities enjoy your presence around, and you're loved to bits by your lover, honestly for how your first impression of the Hotel went, this is much better than you initially imagined.

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#doors x reader #seek doors #doors seek #seek x reader #roblox doors #doors roblox #god tags are so scarce jeez #maskwrites #fic/hc #x reader #anon #brain ran out of ideas for dating hcs. hope you enjoy these tho! #design I recently drew for Seek will be out right after this post

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the first shmii ever (before she got her name) ane the last one i drew. pretty wild considering its only been 8 months or so.

mostly i changed her scars to be more distrivuted and easy to draw, changed the shape of her eyes, and added the eye crystals. sorry that last part is incomprehensible without context lol. her outfit design came long after the original design i did and took a LOT of work. i knew what i wanted but i have aphantasia or whatever, so incouldnt visualize it and had to seek out references. i recently posted another recent one with the whole costume visible and with examples of the various things i was taking inspiration from. her hands hair and colors seem to be the onky thing that didnt change, and even her hair is a little darker. fascinating. i knew exactly what she should look like from the beginning but im only recently getting her right.

#star wars oc #kerverse #original character #oc: shmii #sw oc

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Anonymous asked: Your cool literary takes on James Bond made me want to ask you this. I have to wear a tuxedo for a special occasion, can you give me some advice? I would welcome some style pointers from you as I respect your refined taste. What are your thoughts on men wearing the tuxedo? I think it’s a dying tradition because here in the US, where the tux was invented, it has all but disappeared as the choice of evening wear for any social events. Great blog posts but I only wish you would post more.

Thank you for your kind words about my most recent posts on Ian Fleming’s James Bond and also generally liking what I post. I too wish I could post more but unfortunately my time is taken up with the reality of work and other things even during these tough times of the Covid pandemic. But when I get a moment to myself I do enjoy posting as a way to detox from the pressures of work. I appreciate your continued support.

I got this question before Christmas so the thought had occurred to me that you were asking because you had a decision to make over the festive period. If so, I am sorry for tardy lateness of my response. But I trust what little advice I can give will help you in the future. 

I always remember the maxim by the fashion designer, Tom Ford, who said, “Dressing well is a form of good manners.”

To me, for a man to wear black tie (or tuxedo) is the height of good manners. It used to be the case that every gentleman had one and it was perhaps the first suit to pack into a suitcase. Perhaps one of the few times I was ever envious of my older brothers as men was accompanying them with my father the first time they went to get fitted for a bespoke black tie at Henry Poole & Co - the Savile Row tailors that had been the regular choice of my grandfather and father for their clothing attire. Although both siblings later gravitated to other Savile Row bespoke tailors as they got older, that first Henry Poole black tie lasted them for a long time. The whole ritual around taking measurements took on a hushed sacred tone of a liturgy. Looking back it felt like a rite of passage for them as they passed from boyhood to adulthood.

The choice of wearing a tuxedo epitomises the desire - among people of means and social standing - to be fresh, clean and as attractive as possible when meeting on evening social events and attending high spirits affairs. This tradition was maintained also with the beginning of the use of the automobile, when there was no practical justification.

Before the Second World War, tuxedos and tails were still considered the only appropriate clothing for all the elegant social evenings. However, after the war, the traditional suit, or the work suit, began to be accepted more on informal evening and daytime occasions, and so the use of the tuxedo was limited to just formal evening gatherings only.

The tuxedo was completely remade in disco's image by the 1970s. A young, revolutionary generation looked at the conservative styling of the tuxedo and threw out nearly everything, keeping only the vague silhouette. Huge, floppy bow ties, colourful patterned jackets, shirts with ruffles and lace, and trousers that looked more like bell-bottoms became much more prevalent. The typical tuxedo in the '70s usually had at least two of these elements, if not all of them.

By the 1980s, a return to classic styling had thankfully re-emerged and tuxedos started looking more conservative.

By the late 2000s, as dress codes became diluted and misunderstood, formal-wear took another hit. Business-casual was the predominate dress code of the workplace and shiny black suits with matching ties had nearly supplanted traditional black-tie. Coloured dress shirts also began to trend in this era.  Those who continued to wear traditional black-tie made it as simple as possible to match the casual aesthetic that a new generation preferred.

These days I think more and more young men are adopting the black-tie styles of the '30s and '40s. Midnight blue tuxedos have even made a comeback. I think high quality period dramas like "Mad Men" are at least part of the reason for the shift, with men growing nostalgic for a bygone era of neater, more crisp look.  

People forget, as often as they do, that the original purpose of this elegant clothing was to replace the suit worn all day, allowing men to leave behind the dirt and smell of a day spent on horseback, not to bring it around the dining table.

These days the emphasis on informality has made it easier to make excuses for men (and women) to dress down to a street level of casual indifference (laziness) that I find aesthetically displeasing.

Moreover I find it a tad disrespectful to the sense of occasion and also an unkind ingratitude to the efforts made by the host or hostess in organising such an event. For those who think wearing black tie is a sign of social superiority, then respectfully they have not understood its true purpose. In following the dress code, it is in effect a sign of respect towards your fellow guests, as it has been put in place to ensure attendees are on the same level.

The origin of the tuxedo is a controversial subject of conversation in some circles. I know in the US it’s common to assume the tux was invented there but many have pointed out it was in England that its origins lie. Some fashion historians trace it back to the 17th Century as a tailless ‘smoking jacket’. In England during the 17th century, after dinner the gentlemen might put on a smoking jacket and retreat to a den or smoking room. Indeed in the beginning it was believed that the purpose of the ’smoking jacket’ ensured that their evening coat would not be burned by ashes nor absorb the smell of tobacco which the women found distasteful.

However these days there remain two theories about the first ever proper tuxedo that we would recognise today. In the first theory the tuxedo was invented by Pierre Lorillard IV of New York City according to one school of thought. Pierre Lorillard's family were wealthy tobacco magnates who owned country property in Tuxedo Park, just outside of New York City. At a formal ball, held at the Tuxedo Club in October 1886, the young Lorillard wore a new style of formal wear for men that he designed himself. He named his tailless black jacket the tuxedo after Tuxedo Park. The tuxedo caught on and became fashionable as formal wear for men.

The second theory, according to English clothing historian James Laver, has it that the idea of wearing black for evening wear was first introduced by the 19th Century British writer, Edward Bulwer-Lyttonn who wrote in 1828 that "people must be very distinguished to look well in black." It was only until later in the century that a village resident of Tuxedo Park, New York, James Brown Potter vacationed in England in the summer of 1886. Potter and his wife, Cora were introduced to the Prince of Wales {who later became King Edward VII} at a court ball in London. Potter asked the Prince for advice on formal dress. The Prince sent Potter to his own Saville Row tailor, Henry Poole & Co. Potter was fitted with a short black jacket and black tie that was unlike the formal tails with white tie that was worn in the United States for formal occasions.

The new tailless formal wear was said to have been designed by the Prince of Wales. It was Edward VII who in 1865 commissioned to his tailor Henry Poole to create a short blue evening jacket (midnight blue), to be used for informal evenings in his country estate of Sandringham. The Prince and his tailor drew inspiration from the British military uniforms of the time, which used short jackets with black ties.

This is where the two origins meet. James Brown Potter took the design back to the Tuxedo Club, where Pierre Lorillard modified it, named it, and made it popular during the Autumn ball. And so from that blessed bespoke collaboration between the Prince and Henry Poole & Co was born the ancestor of what everyone call today as tuxedos, the English ‘dinner jacket’ and the Americans ‘tuxedo’ - because of its original word spread starting from the homonymous village of Tuxedo Park.

Whatever the exact truth of its origin, black tie remains the evening attire par excellence. I’m flattered that anyone should ask me for style tips, especially regarding grooming and clothing for men.

I like to think that the true purpose of a man wearing black tie was to help the man show the humility to be an unassuming gentleman in effortlessly blending into the background so that his female companion could shine more by his side. A man in black tie was a gentleman who stood steadfastly there with an outstretched arm to make women feel more beautiful, but also to reassure them that all is right in the world.

If you get the opportunity to wear black tie then do please take it. The fact that you desire to wear one is already a great choice that makes you stand out from the loud bling-bling hoi polloi. But please don’t confuse wearing a black tie with snobbery. It isn’t, it’s just good manners. Manners maketh man as they say and so it’s not something one is born with but can only be learned. And don’t confuse fashion for style. The two are very different. Fashion is what you copy from others and style is what you express about yourself. Don’t conform to the passing fancies of the day (the loud, the garish, the attention seeking), or as Coco Chanel put it, ‘elegance is refusal’.

Always remember that style is a way to say who you are without having to speak.  

In theory, the elegance of the tuxedo stems from its simplicity - it’s an ultimate classic, the one outfit one doesn’t mess around with. In practice, many men find the rules governing this suit and its accoutrements to be annoyingly complex and complexly annoying.

My basic rule for men is ‘kiss’ - Keep It Simple, Stupid. 

Rule 1: Buy, don’t rent

It’s better if the black tie that you have is yours, and not rented. For one thing it’s a question of comfortability. You’ll be comfortable in your skin if you’re more comfortable in a suit that actually fits. Secondly, a rental doesn’t mean it’s good quality. The fabric is an important consideration.

In an ideal world you should get a bespoke tailored black tie made - ideally from any of the excellent tailors on Savile Row. But not all tailors are equal. Henry Poole & Co would be the traditional choice. I know for my older brothers they prefer Gieves & Hawkes and Huntsman because they have a more military draped cut, traditional but not stuffy.

In the long run it’s a once in a lifetime worthy investment if you take in consideration the cost of each potential rental along with how many times you would be wearing one throughout the coming years.

But I understand for many that may be an impossible proposition. The next best thing is to get a less expensive ‘made-to-measure’ black tie which is an increasing and welcome avenue for men to still have a suit or black tie made to fit them.

I would hesitate recommending buying off the peg because many high street brands have a rather relaxed attitude to tailoring and quality. If you must buy off the peg or rent then make sure the fabric is wool.

Rule 2: Black or Midnight blue and no other colour

Your black tie should be, to state the obvious, black. Not only is it the correct choice, it is the stylish choice. You can never go wrong with black. But if you’re feeling a tad adventurous go with Midnight blue. Midnight blue, being blacker than black, is not merely an exception to the rule but an exceptional choice for shimmering with distinction under the moonlight.

But what about white dinner jacket so beloved of James Bond or Indiana Jones? Yes, quite.

Traditionally, white was worn in place of a traditional black suit to deflect heat. This made it the perfect alternative for black-tie events that were held in the afternoon, during the Summer or at sea. The white jacket variation of black tie began was adopted in the early 1930s as a way for well-heeled vacationers to dress formally in the tropical heat without having to endure the heavy and dark-coloured fabrics that were standard for evening wear at the time. 

While dinner suits have become much more lightweight since then, the light-coloured jacket has remained a popular warm-weather alternative to its ebony progenitor. However, without a proper understanding of its form and function, the white dinner jacket easily becomes a flashy gimmick.  Subtlety and restraint are the keys to the successful execution of this classic variation.

Avoid other colours like the plague. I do notice from time to time in the shop windows here in Paris (as well as London and elsewhere) that some menswear boutiques display bright coloured dinner jackets.

Usually it’s the Italians (like Canali and Brunello Cucinelli who give in to their worst Italian impulses to show off their peacock flair) and others who really should know better (yes, the wine red velvet dinner jacket is very fetching but it belongs by log side fire, a cigar, and a cognac, so thank you Tom Ford). I even think some of them look nice and charming but it’s not black tie.

Besides a non-traditional black tie will be much more vulnerable to the whims of passing fashion where as traditional unfussy black tie can give peace of mind that it will never go out of style and thus will last longer.

Rule 3: Put yourself in a straight jacket

The first thing to decide is single or double-breasted and number of buttons. A safe and elegant option is one-button single breast which is both timeless and classical. Two buttons are fine, worn with the lower button undone. Double-breasted styles of any button configuration are also appropriate, but keep in mind that double-breasted jackets add some ‘bulk’ to the body. So take a hard look at your body type before you decide which one best flows off your shoulders. The buttons should be fabric-covered.

Hand in hand with the button style goes the lapel. The classic, formal option is peak lapel. Shawl lapel is somewhat less formal, but perfectly suitable. Shawl has become very popular, especially in slim versions. Notch lapels are frequently seen on off-the-rack tuxedos, but this is a more casual style, which should be reserved for suits. My preference would be to go for the peak lapel but make them sufficiently wide and not too slim.

The jacket was traditionally without vents, to keep seams (i.e. details) to a minimum, but double vents are also acceptable, providing comfort and movement. The pockets should be straight piped (slit without flap) and there should be a breast pocket.

Rule 4: Trousers, brace yourself

The trousers are ideally made without pleats or cuffs, with straight pockets following the side seam, in order to make them less visible. Black tie attire should never be worn with belts, so skip the belt loops. Traditionally one would use suspenders (braces) as it straightens the body shape as well as holds up the trousers. Choose black or white braces in fabric, rather than in leather, or in any case they should be matching the colour of the tuxedo. But I should note that side-fasteners are also a convenient option for some flexibility in the waist. The front closure should be clip-only, avoiding the button. Classically, the trousers will have a satin silk stripe covering the outer side seam on each leg, matching the lapel facing. This is a lovely detail, but nowadays sometimes considered old-fashioned. For this reason alone I would insist on it.

Rule 5: Don’t get shirty

The shirt should be plain white cotton, with a few distinct features. It should always have a ‘bib’ running down to front, which provides starchy stiffness (i.e. a higher level of formality). I’ve seen shirts in which vertical pleats in matching fabric are designed. I think they look plain and boring. Similarly if someone suggests to you a fly-front placket panel that covers the buttons and leaves a clean look then walk away immediately. Both these kind of shirts are for the lazy because they both want to avoid having to deal with those troublesome studs where the buttons would be.

I would advise always make sure your shirt has a starch like ‘bib’ that is attached made up of a textured pique fabric (pin dots), usually called Marcella. They look so much more elegant and classy.

Many would say that collar can be a normal Kent variety or a wing collar, which has little points turned down where the collar wings would be, but otherwise exposing the collar band. I personally think a wing collar is subject to whims of fashion and something best left in a 1920s set movie. Some can wear them very well (see Paul Newman in The Sting) but it depends on the girth of your neck. I think the wing collar can portray a man’s neck in an unflattering way.

I think the normal Kent collar is cleaner and classical, and it will never go out of style. The Duke of Windsor made the Kent collar hugely popular in his prime.

The cuffs should be double (French cuff), to accommodate cufflinks.

Many people also forego the buttons on evening shirts, instead leaving holes where you can attach studs (often matched with the cufflinks). If you are going to do that make sure that they’re mother of pearl studs.

Rule 6: Accessories are in the details

The shirt should not be visible at the waist, which calls for a something covering the gap between trousers and jacket, unless you opted for a double-breasted jacket. Traditionally, this is non-negotiable, but these days you often see people wearing no waist covering. My advice is unless you’re wearing a double breasted black tie (for which there is no need to wear a cummerbund) then always wear a cummerbund with a single breasted black tie.

You either use a cummerbund matching the bow tie (a cummerbund folds upwards, for convenient opera ticket storage) or a waistcoat. Please don’t commit the faux pas of making your cummerbund a colour other than black. Often people match their bow ties to their cummerbunds in garish bright colours which just defeats the object of why one wears black tie in the first place.

For the waistcoat, there are a few style options. Often, black tie waistcoats will have a rounded (horseshoe) cut with shawl lapels but a regular cut waistcoat is also acceptable. The key is to go simple and match the jacket fabric, facing and buttons. The back can be wool or lining, where we’d recommend the latter, to make the ensemble cooler. A stylish fob watch with chain would be a nice little detail that one can drop without telegraphing it loudly.

Consider having a white silk pocket square. You can fold it any way you like, but the so-called straight presidential fold is simple and sharp looking.

Socks must be knee length. Make them black. Again, the principle is one of clean lines and elegance. Disruptions below the trouser leg - stripes, shins, whatever - threaten to ruin the whole effect.

Shoes. Your shoes must always shine. This is one detail many men neglect. The shoes should be black patent leather. My preference would be for high quality Oxfords. I know some purists would insist that only opera pumps walk the one true path, but it is obvious on its face that those precious ribboned things, also called court shoes, are not completely in step with modern life. I know too that bit-toe loafers (thank you Tom Ford) are also more of the modern rage but I find them a little effeminate. So while I don’t see it as a style concession I do think Oxfords shined to a high sheen is the modern and best choice I would opt for a gentleman to go for. To me being comfortable in your shoes is also an equal and valid consideration.

Cufflinks and studs should be simple and classic, luxury metals and mother-of-pearl or onyx insets are nice touches. I know some punt for more personalised cuff links - like their regimental or college or some other institutional affiliation - and there is nothing wrong with that but I am on the fence about this. Generally I would leave that for your day time business suits. Showing off defeats the ethos of wearing the black tie in the first place. 

Rule 7: ‘Sprezzatura’ up your bow tie

‘Sprezzatura’ is a gorgeous Italian word - first appearing in Baldassare Castiglione's The Book of the Courtier in 1528 - that means a disheveled elegance by way of studied carelessness. This perfectly sums up how one should wear the centre piece of the black tie - the bow tie.

Don’t be taken in by the very modern fad - thank you Hollywood and modern music pop stars - of wearing long neck ties (even if they are in black) as part of your black tie attire. Just don’t. It doesn’t matter how swish you may look you still are a prat for not dressing in real black tie.

Plain black silk and entirely self-tied. That’s a real bow tie.

Anyone and his dog can always identify a pre-tied bow tie by the fact that it's just a little too studied. Perfectly straight, perfectly symmetrical, and perfectly balanced. Just like plastic surgery, clip-on bow ties just look too perfect to be real. It is one of the most obvious signs that you're a style amateur.

Avoid pre-tied bow ties (and its ugly sibling the stick-on bow tie) like the plague....unless you’re a child who is unable to tie his own bow tie. But what if you don’t know how to tie a real bow tie? It’s never too late to learn. It’s the same level of difficulty as tying your shoes. If you don’t know ask someone who does know. If you’re buying a bespoke tailored black tie the tailor would most definitely show you how to do it. Easy peasy.

Remember bow ties are supposed to be imperfect and worn. That’s what makes the wearer authentic.

Perfect symmetry is not a goal worth pursuing here. Being an elegant gentleman is.

And that’s it. Those would be my informal rules for any man wanting to be a gentleman wearing black tie for a special occasion.

Thanks for your question.

#question #ask #black tie #tuxedo #dinner jacket #menswear #fashion #style #bespoke #savile row #gentlemen #culture #personal #henry poole #bow tie #monarchy #edward VII #etiquette

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SEASON ONE. EPISODE TWO. PART ONE.

The grieving period has officially ended. Pantheon has summoned crews of interest to return to work. Two missions unite a total reward of 532$ MILLION USD to be divided among crew profit. 

RECAP: THE INTRODUCTION OF PALEOSOI

the death of agent Hathaway set cracks in the foundation of pantheon. the tragedy placed an enormous pressure on the shoulders of the organization. such a thing was never predicted by the finest of agents — they had thought the future of pantheon was sealed. a betrayal soon set operatives on a desperate mission to seek out the web of lies. in this moment a decision was made: to gather selected agents and keep any eye on all crews. members might of thought their fellow co-agents had left for a vacation or personal mission. however, they were hidden in plain site. the eyes of pantheon drew closer to the very inner walls of each base.

it would be difficult to assume that these agents knew what was coming. it was as if time flashed before their eyes. the accident and suddenly darkness overcomes them. the bag ripped from their heads would reveal the marble walls of the pantheon base only legends knew of. here they would be told of the duty forced upon them. would the guilt consume them or would they thrive under their new title.

paleosoi — the crew to rid of all wickedness ( and illness ) in any crew of pantheon. while role of titan was once to sit at the thrown it would have to bend to it’s new rulers. veritas: those who seek the truth and keep accountability and epione: those who can heal the wounded. justice and health has become a priority at pantheon and maybe purely to save face.

in the name of agent hathaway — may her memory never fail to remind us of the true fragility of life. pantheon vows to never make such mistake again. the freedom and vanity of each crew has been struck with a cost. will you sacrifice the lifestyle that feeds you to escape the sudden weight placed upon your shoulders or shall you endure for the love of what you do.

MISSION #001

TARGET: REESE SQUIRES

CREW CALL: house of pollux / godsend

REWARD: $241 million dollars ( split equally )

TARGET LAST SEEN: BRUSSLES, BELGIUM.

SQUIRES is the CEO of DEPNEI CORP. once filled with such promise to offer protection to wildlife and especially our endangered oceans. backed by several global organizations it earned depnei a 2.3 Billion dollar net yearly. his promise fell short when it was revealed by trusted sources that DEPNEI had several connections and ships related to the recent string of heists.

Mr. Squires is currently responsible for 1.2 billion dollars worth of crimes against humanity. His most prized artifacts are assumed to be hidden in his luxury apartment in brussels. the property is known for it's three floors and five bedrooms. surveillance suggests no recent guests have occupied the apartment, however, it is surrounded by guards.

Pantheon believes various artifacts can be found on the third floor. While we can only assume we have yet to know as to which artifacts are being hidden.

DIRECTIONS

MISSION ONE CREW:

PLAN AND FIND A WAY TO THE APARTMENT writers will be given the chance to plot out their game plan for mission 001 on discord. we suggest writers search up a map of Brussels and pin point a luxurious apartment set Mr. Squires might live in.

ASSASSINATE SQUIRES oracles and others can work together to plan the perfect attack against the target. code allows writers to think outside the box and work together on a narrative.

FIND A WAY TO TRANSFER THEM OUT OF THE CITY all rankings are needed for such an operation. After the death of the target it will be crucial for all members of the joint crews to quickly smuggle artifacts safely to their forms of transportation.

MISSION #002

LOCATION: POMPEII, ITALY

CREW CALL: black diamond / four hundred

REWARD: $291 million dollars ( split equally )

REGARDING: the discovery of several artifacts by Professor Yun respectively donated to pantheon in hopes of protection from other corporations.

HISTORY OF LOCATION

It is believed to have been founded in the sixth century BCE by the Oscans. The Oscans or the Osci were the natives of southern Italy who spoke the Oscan language. The city was annexed by the Romans in the fourth century BCE and it remained a very important city until its destruction. Archaeologists believe that the city of Pompeii was located in the region of Campania, approximately 14 miles from Naples, in Italy. Its location at the southeastern base of one of the most active volcanoes of Europe – Mount Vesuvius – was its undoing. The eruption of Mount Vesuvius in 79 CE destroyed Pompeii and other neighboring communities such as Herculaneum, and Torre Annunziata. Collectively, the three were designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1997.

Archaeologists believe that the ancient city of Pompeii was founded by the Oscan speaking people of Campania. Its location near the mouth of the river Sarnus (Sarno) made it a beautiful ‘resort’ town that prospered by virtue of the great number of tourists that it attracted and due to the trade opportunities, it offered. By the eighth century BCE, the influence of the Greeks was pronounced and by the following century the Etruscans invaded and settled in Pompeii. By the fifth century BCE King Hieron I of Syracuse conquered Pompeii and neighboring towns as well. Another century later, the entire region of Campania became a part of the Roman confederation. The assimilation of Pompeii into the Roman Empire was not complete, though, and Pompeii along with other Italian city-states launched a revolt against Rome in around 89 BCE. The revolt was quashed and Pompeii became a colony of Rome after the ensuing war.

The eruption of Mount Vesuvius was not without warning. In 63 CE, a major earthquake struck the region and many parts of Campania were affected. The belief that Pompeii was indestructible, however, continued to attract people. On August 24, 79 CE, Vesuvius erupted shooting up columns of volcanic gas, ashes, and pumice. Those who had read the warning signs a day before had left but over 11,000 people remained in Pompeii only to be killed by the heat and choked by the gases. The eruption that destroyed Pompeii, however, preserved in its ruins, near-perfect condition to be discovered nearly 17 centuries later (excavation worked in Pompeii began in 1748).

DIRECTIONS

SET UP CAMP IN POMPEII + PROTECT THE PROFESSOR. Professor Yun has been the victim of several threats regarding his recent discoveries. Pantheon has sent it’s finest agents to protect both the professor and his crew while safeguarding artifacts and returning them to their rightful home. 

COLLECT AND PACK ARTIFACTS writers are asked to come up with four major artifacts. these can be real or made of fiction with correct research. you may post about the articles in code.mission02. make sure to include the discovery of artifacts match with the history of pompeii. 

EXPLORE A FOUND TOMB NEAR SITE it’s a difficult site to witness since the recent incident with hathaway. agents are given the difficult task of returning to a place that reminds them of the past. 

#season one #seasons #episode two part one #mission 001 #mission 002

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Artific-ial Desires

Pearly’s Notes: this one feels like one of my best ones yet! Not that this didn’t take a while, but it feels like I went through like nine or ten good, working drafts on this. Though it didn’t end up how I initially envisioned, the beast it has become is still so beautiful.

~for kiera~

(or, read it on google docs here! )

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The triangle-shaped corner store had recently sold- which wouldn’t have been notable in the slightest, except for the buyer. In just the past few days, grime was stripped away, windows were sparkled, new furniture rushed in, all at a breakneck pace- which was typical only for the most elite. And what’s more, the construction company was not the ‘ol reliable mom and pop’ kind, but a very specific one most people in the area didn’t even know. Therefore, someone had to be asking the gossip to spread like wildfire- and all signs pointed to the Lady Von-Quirandra.

The throng filled the entranceway to the newly refurbished boutique, packing themselves all into a doorway and front hallway meant for at least twenty people fewer. There was something about this kind of crowd that meant a spectacle- and Cassandra wasn’t about to miss out on one. It looked like she’d missed out on whatever the first showcase was, as the artificer had their back turned and was clearly answering a question while herding the crowd to another.

“Oh, they’re my own creation- you wouldn’t be able to even find anything remotely similar anywhere else, much less a shop that can match the level of intricate craftsmanship.” She muttered under her breath something about arrogance leading before a great fall, but the speaker’s bold claim definitely seemed apt.

Everything in the shop was dripping with quality, sometimes literally. The fine swirls of one of the displayed rings caught everyone’s eyes initially- the crowd even rushed forward in an attempt to prevent it from melting. Each ring in that display was set up and carefully lit (inside each box, of course) to appear as though it was melting, but each one was so solidly constructed that no one could say anything unpleasant about the effect.

“Now, onto another small invention of mine, I’m proud to finally unveil these-“ It was just a simple pair of diamond-shaped earrings. They looked impressive, but there really wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. At least, if there was, it wasn’t visible at the first blush, and the crowd was hurried over to the next booth quickly enough. However, Cassandra definitely wanted to ask about them, as if a one-on-one were even possible with such a famous artificer. She noticed the crowd thinning, as some of the younger members quickly fanned out to run home- after all, entering artificers’ shops were the kind of thing that mothers gave strict punishments for- and she could tell that a couple more of those leaving couldn’t have afforded the ‘intricate craftsmanship’ but wanted to have hope talked into them.

She tarried for as long as she could to look at the diamond-shaped earrings. The gems seemed to be simple studs, although she knew that a lot of concentration had been poured into the project. It was simple- but that made it all the more dangerous, as it could lure people into a false sense of security. The posts seemed to be a material similar to silver, but in the right lighting, Cassandra swore she saw it shimmer.

Ushered kindly to the next booth by everyone’s absence, she admired the plentiful array- sets, fully decked out in black velvet backing, laid out for the finest of society. These had to be personal commissions, things made for specific people in mind- either the artificer knew some slaves or nobles in need of their services, or perhaps they contacted THEM-

She chided herself on even considering that possibility- what the hell was she thinking? No noble-born family, especially not anyone the D’Antonias knew, would ever consider reaching out-artificing was dangerous business. No one ever cared how it happened, either, because if you stuck your neck too close to find out- it could end up adorned in the next showcase.

“Now, we’ve not yet gotten a private room, but those of you interested in our… New Acquisitions, please step this way. I’d be delighted to… guide each of you to them.” Even more fanned out, leaving a still rather sizeable crowd, with only a handful of them taking the opportunity to privately take an appointment.

New Acquisitions- the not-so-secret code word for slaves, either legal or illegal. Slaves had been quite controversial when first introduced a few decades ago, but now every family worth their weight in gold had them, and it was almost just another job. Slave applications were valuable and showed that you were selflessly serving another family- but there were still criminals. Unscrupulous individuals, people who might seek out an artificer to do the dirty work rather than submit their findings to the Justice Computer… Unhappy spouses, unruly coworkers, anyone who might be able to scrape up enough cash.

Then again, they could end up in the same position they wished for someone else- when trying to trick an artificer… It was always hard to tell with them. Everything was.

The lucky moment meant that she could go back to examining what she pleased- the simple earrings. Cassandra was very careful not to touch anything, but she drew quite close to them. The plain diamond-shaped crystals didn’t seem to hold any secrets, and as she carefully maneuvered the box into the light, it merely added to her curiosity. The earrings’ posts still sparkled slightly, meaning this had to be some sort of odd material- but it would only mean that Cassandra would have to ask. Why one pedestal and ‘proud to unveil’ for one pair of earrings that didn’t have anything odd to them?

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The individual meetings went by faster than anyone could imagine, with more of the crowd flowing out of either the showroom or shop- dazzled at the spectacle. Cassandra carefully slinked back towards the main group, acting as though she was admiring other pieces- a ring here, passing the couple of sets, until-

“Ah, hello there- I hope you’re enjoying the new opening?” She gasped, as they drew much closer to her. The fourteen people now left in the shop began to spread throughout the shop’s layout, leaving her in a far more intimate setting than she previously thought possible. The crowd cover had certainly been nice- but they were now milling up and down the aisles to gawk at the dainty jewelry, the tinkered toys, and the gorgeous gadgets.

Her attention snapped back to the artificer, who was now holding a curious device, one that seemed to be purifying the air. Cassandra had heard about them before, but never seen one so close, or so small- much larger versions were used in air factories. It only took her a few seconds to understand it- the small embroidered gas-bag at the back would fill, and slowly get puffed out by the user- and her mind dismissed it from any chance of danger.

She gave a polite yet faint smile, her mind racing to prepare some sort of platitude that would be enough to avoid detection.

“I certainly admired many of your pieces.” This was said with more than a little trepidation, which the artificer seemed to enjoy, bringing out a smile from underneath their goggles and wide-brimmed smithing hat.

“oh? So you know the rules…” And she did. She was very well-acquainted with them: her mother had even had a few friends whisked away under the Equal Rites, she’d seen them happily smiling with enchanted collars and enchanted rings… of course, for some of them she had been too young to understand, but now-

The slight puff of air brought her quickly back to reality, where the artificer stood next to her. They were clad in a soft shimmering gown, one that played off of their curves just like some of the rings on display. It wasn’t as frilly or poofy, and yet seemed to accentuate their body shape with an extra dimension- lending an odd effect to the gown. Cassandra wasn’t familiar with the material- as many artificers used off-world or off-dimension materials in their own creation… And now it was clear she was staring again, so she had to clear her throat and ask a question or else seem like a buffoon.

“Your own design?” This elicited a knowing smile, and a slow circular glide from their feet in a twirl around. This was to show the dress off, undoubtedly, and Cassandra delighted in it.

“No, unfortunately- but it was my material. The dressmaker from that forest with the slightly lewd name, in case you’re wondering how to get a matching set.” The reply almost seemed teasing, knowing- as if they could know her life story with just a glance. Again, not as if she’d be able to afford anything close to a single piece from the shop without serious considerations both conceptual and legal, financial (and legal) assistance, and magical ward prevention insurance. Even drafting up a contract would be far above her abilities and pay grade, but it could be the only surefire way to avoid any nastiness from anyone involved- especially an artificer.

“Hmm.. I would typically ask if there was one piece that stuck out to you, but I get the feeling I already know what it is. Given your silence… I’d like your name before I guess.” The remnants of the crowd had been slowly filtering out, unbeknownst to her, with one or two pieces being sold- the in-shop lawyer was already beaming and haggling with clients which Cassandra *had* seen- and the corner-store size lent the appearance of being quaint or familial. She had to admit it was a clever arrangement.

“I- sorry. Between the dress and the other pieces, I guess I’m a little starstruck. It’s not every day you get to ‘meet’ one, you know.” She hoped that her cheeks hadn’t blossomed into a blush- although there was no way to know for sure, only to hope and observe the artificer. She also hadn’t meant to any malice, although the hint of a second meaning was merely waiting to be picked up.

They were dangerous folk- many artificers had been caught with entire houses or brothels full of newly-rited thralls. Even tales of just one catching the eye of an entire town, using nothing but forks or pushpins or paperclips or slivers of metal and the inimitable inextricable tool that was their own wit, danced around the fringes of villages. Artificers were not to be listened to, a ‘boogeyman’ that assisted everyday life, that generously acted while greedily taking- in the same instance. Payment could very well be ‘your firstborn’ when dealing with them, and if it was… You’d best hope you weren’t an eldest child.

They took just another second to respond, a hand darting out from the gown. An immaculate white glove, made from plain cloth- which caused her internal tension to unwind quite a bit- which asked for her own hand.

“The name is Von-Quirandra, as I’m sure you’re no doubt aware. The shop is mine, recently acquired with… a little help.” The slight break made Cassandra take note, but she was careful not to advertise it as they continued-

“You may be wondering about the lawyer, he’s a family friend and came with the store.” She noticed a slight glint in the light, and this may have tipped them off because they continued, “Any and all gifts would be voluntary, non-contractual, and specifically not enchanted.”

“After all, I couldn’t expect someone to willingly accept things from an artificer without proper vetting or lineage- so you may view his, in the back office.”

They cleared their throat again, “As I requested, your name would be..?”

“Cassandra.” She didn’t know why she offered it so plainly.

“Cassandra…” The soft utterance, a shower of heavenly stars captured and smoothed into a ribbon off of which the word slid. They said it plainly yet perfectly, her skin crawling with delight and disquiet- but more of the former.

“Cassandra. Quite a lovely name. May I guess which piece caught your eye?” She nodded gently, as if trying to quiet and push aside the thoughts that yelled about the danger of even talking to an artificer.

“My first guess would be the Quirmian Collar- oh, I mean- the one on display towards the front of the store that you must have seen as you entered.” Truth be told, that was the one she’d missed, although the light was quite pretty on it. A highborn slave might wear such a necklace, so it wasn’t something Cassandra could have or even aspired to. No, their family didn’t wish for slaves- or wish to be them.

“Judging by the way you haven’t lit up like a firework, I’d say another one.. Allow me to try again- a private commission of mine? Perhaps the jade engraved set- I bet…” This time, their face moved even closer to her, as if quizzically judging her.

“No.” The terse response plopped out after another moment of silence.

“I see, Cassandra. Might I be permitted one last guess?” They matched her grin, and Cassandra hoped with all her heart that she didn’t appear to be blushing. With how both afraid and stimulated she was, her brain continued to rattle off reasons to leave, but her feet stayed put.

“The third and final guess is… Hmm. I don’t wish to waste it… I can rule one thing out, though- I know you didn’t request a private showing, so I’ll guess… the melting rings, using the sands of Terr-sichoré?”

Their previous smile began to curl into a frown. Their eyebrows, too-

“You seem to be much more of a mystery than you let on, Cassandra. Please.”

She blinked, unsure of what exactly to do and yet still recovering from the way they said her name.

“Please, tell me some more- what did you like? How might I know you?”

“I-uh, well, you know my name, and I come from the D’Antonia-“

“Oh!! Oh my goodness, Cassandra D’Antonia… I am humbled to have you in my presence.” Their crimson lips whispered the word with a soft affect- the perfect shiver traveling up her back in accordance with it. Her cheeks were now a beet-red. There was no chance of hiding it anymore.

“Thank you. I, erm, happened across the crowd, and…”

“There’s nothing to apologize for. The crowd seemed to mostly be there to be talked to, but I did get quite a few purchases. More than I expected, if I may confide in such a prestigious family. It’s a shame that-“

Cassandra turned, hearing rather loud footsteps, which revealed just how startled and absorbed in each other they both were. She swore that despite her own reddening cheeks, the Lady Von-Quirandra seemed to be blushing as well. They turned back towards the lawyer, and were handed a report- although it only needed a quick scan of her attention.

“Ah, thank you. If you could, I think we could use a little more privacy.” The Lady Von-Quirandra handed it back to the lawyer, who withdrew to the office again, but that comment stuck in her mind. It caused her to notice-

She was alone. With an artificer. In their own shop.

“So, Cassandra- I understand you are just a bit afraid. There’s plenty of reason to be… but for a lady such as yourself, I wouldn’t dare try anything unless you asked for it.” their gown swished gently as they drew within whispering distance, voice so soft and smooth.

“I would be wonderfully glad to show the D’Antonia house around. If there is anything you can think of…”

The answer leapt from her mouth before she had time to realize it.

“The earrings.” Realizing she’d said it out loud, her eyes widened in intertwined surprise and fear, her arm now moving up to clamp her mouth shut.

Their eyes flashed in shock behind the goggles, so much so that they removed them.

“Oh my… Cassandra… I didn’t think it would be you who might fall prey to them.” The reverence that they had for her name… Goddesses be damned, the artificer might as well be kissing her right on the-

Her cheeks were barely able to burn a brighter red, as the flame colors spread up her ears and forehead. Banishing the thought, she blinked- only to look into the Lady Von-Quirandra’s… beautiful eyes. Their visage was so soft yet toned, pale- but it had a moonlight brilliance to it.

Even more striking, they took her hand- guiding it back towards the pedestal where the earrings await. The simple box, with the inelaborate studs… soon, the answers would be revealed. But did she really want them?

Their cotton enveloped hand began to caress her cheek, sending a wave of calm throughout her body.

“Oh, Cassandra… such a pretty darling. You’d like to know what’s so special about these?” They cooed, their normally charismatic voice turning lower and smoother- almost sultry… She nodded, her eyes fluttering under their careful ministrations- as if they were massaging her oh so wonderfully.

“You’re right about them. They’re so very special. One thing I’ve been working on for, well, years. My little personal project. They’re made with specific people in mind…” Her ears (and arousal) perked up slightly, but the soothing hands made sure it was only barely noticeable as she relaxed further.

“First, I do suppose a quick lesson in magic is required.” Their soft little titter revealed a delight in Cassandra she hadn’t thought was requited- but must have been all along.. The workshop entrance was right near them, and The Lady closed the door- hanging up their goggles carefully and continuing to explain.

“Magic requires power- the ability to mold the natural world… A focus or desire for that change… and some method to focus both power and desire into a physical good. A contract.” Some of this was purred delicately into Cassandra’s ear, and some was simply stated- as the hat slipped off and was put away on top of the goggles.

“We artificers simply adore making contracts-it’s much of the sparkle that helps each of us enjoy life. Having even just one minute of someone else’s life… access to their own imbued power, to their thoughts, their memories… I find it delectable.”

“So… I’m sure that you wish to draw up a contract… properly. Before you try them on, and for you to understand what they can do. I’ll ask for an hour, minimum of ten minutes…” Their moonlight skin had turned to a soft flushed rose now, having clearly… warmed up to Cassandra. This line of thoughts seemed to meander aimlessly, ending with a soft bump into the word ‘please’- whispered pleadingly to Cassandra.

She certainly was curious. Although her fears about artificers couldn’t be assuaged, The Lady certainly had an interest in her. Her mind was racing, risks thrown aside- filled with the new possibilities and the desire of pleasing someone who was interested in her rather than her family’s wealth or status. The ideas whirred in front of her-

Well, the lawyer would be available to draw up the contract. She’d be able to give just ten minutes… It could possibly endear her to The Lady, and it would be a way to get a free piece- which could be given off to another for disenchanting and selling… it, just in case. Presuming it didn’t do anything first. At the very least, she could talk to the lawyer alone.

And if… if the Lady did harbor certain unsavory desires for her, it might be… beneficial to get in- get out- and then use the money from the other artificer she found to disappear. See? There was definitely a way to escape. She’d be fine.

~~~~

Entering the lawyer’s office was strikingly different, as everything was simultaneously neatly organized and a sprawling jungle of paperwork. Cassandra was able to find it oddly relaxing- far enough away from the Lady Von-Quirandra to be immune from anything untoward, but close enough to still feel her influence on everything in the room. The finely crafted chairs, the softwood desk, the carefully stacked papers…

“So- I’m sure you understand the typical thoughts most clients have. Rest assured, you aren’t alone here- I’m also here to help. I’ve got some preliminary documents drawn up, although I’d need your help and name to complete them.” He was about six feet tall, making him just a bit shorter than The Lady (but larger, and certainly more mountainous than Cassandra). He had an awfully kind smile, and definitely seemed to be groomed daily in order to keep up appearances- the suit was certainly professional enough. However, her eyes were drawn to-

“Sir… your ears..!” Cassandra was quite surprised to find a pair of earrings in his ears, not quite matching the ones out there in the box- diamond shaped, but certainly of a much plainer material. It didn’t shimmer in the light, but still had the same design…

He shrugged this off with a chuckle, taking them out and showing them to her. “They’re quite plain, unlike the ones Milady has been working on. I requested the first prototype as payment for a rather unruly client.” Seeing them alone, with no box, made them feel so… Unremarkable. Tame, almost.

“I assure you, they are not enchanted in any way. Shall we get down to business now?” She nodded curtly, offering her name- which elicited a soft gasp from the lawyer, but did not pause his diligent writing. The D’Antonia name was still weighty enough to cause a dent- even though they’d fallen on harder times lately.

“Well, with that finished… How much time are you willing to give her? Would you like to give the full hour, or just the ten-minute minimum?” She paused, faltering…

“Sir… I still don’t know what it does.”

“I know.” His response was curt and quick.

“And that doesn’t seem odd to you?” Her eyebrows furled in shock, examining his haptics, trying to find any sign that she might be given a ‘free’ preview. One where she might not be risking anything.

“Of course not. It’s part of the guarantee- you won’t be able to share anything about the piece with Milady’s competitors if you walk away, and if you’re given an enforceable contract, you’ll have to abide by it. On the other hand, signing this contract will also protect Milady from anything untoward, as you can see from these paragraphs right here.” Well, he certainly was a good lawyer- she noticed those paragraphs, and her own family’s training told her that it was close enough to airtight for her safety…

“I see. So instead of a trial period, this contract is a trial period, and after the ten minutes, it will come off. Is that right?”

“Yes. If you’d like, we can draft up another contract for purchase when you’re done.”

“We’ll see.” She finished with the four-page document, taking the offered pen. “How is the time determined?”

“I’ve got the proper stopwatch right here, Ms. D’Antonia.” He pulled it out of his drawer, presenting her with a silver stopwatch- and she instantly noted the protective runes carved in it. Not only would it be protected from any magical interference, but it would undo any magical changes if it surpassed 30 seconds from the allotted time. And since there would be no way for either of them to mess with it… She turned it over in her hands before setting it down and sliding the contract under it.

“Are you ready, Ms. D’Antonia? The time will start when you exit the doorway.”

Cassandra’s signature and smug smile was enough to prove that she was. She’d find out about these mysterious earrings, and prove to herself that all the danger about artificers was nonsense. After all, she had this contract to protect her.

~~~~

The Lady met her right as she opened the door outwards, leaning against the pedestal they’d placed. Their smirk was much more graceful than before, although it still betrayed a particular interest in her.

“You haven’t left the doorway yet… Cassandra.~” Yet again, their words were a fluttering crescendo of affection.

“Well, ‘Milady’, you do have me ‘captive’ for ten minutes.” They cracked open the plain box, nodding… Their artificing gear was entirely gone, as well as the cotton gloves- allowing Cassandra a look at their face. It was rather smooth, with only a couple of wrinkled scars, as well as the common ‘forge-tan’… and yet it was so gorgeous Cassandra couldn’t help but look at it.

They brought the earrings forth, allowing Cassandra to examine them even more, but teasingly pulling them away at the last second. Only once she extended her fingers… finally touching the object of her intrigue, turning it over carefully. The earring backs seemed to be new, since she hadn’t been able to take it out previously, but she quickly found herself slipping them into one ear, and then the other.

That must have been what was so alluring about them, their simplicity…

Her foot involuntarily moved forward at the same time she heard a very loud CLICK in both ears. She felt the earring backs twist slightly, something fall to the ground…

and her thoughts vanished. Everything except what was directly in front of her faded, her mind shutting down instantly, only able to track what They.. no, Milady, was doing. The clack of Milady’s heels felt so dull, only picking up when something slipped from Milady’s lips.

“Cassandra? Are you still in there?” Their voice seemed almost… afraid. Had she been able to think properly, she would have known it was tinged with their concern and affection for her.

The response was a dry, dull, almost robotic “Yes, Milady.” Her head could not move an inch, she was so deeply and utterly enthralled.

“You’re not uncomfortable, are you?” And now this demanded the reverse- she wasn’t uncomfortable, which was the oddest thing to her. Everything in her body must have been stiff, and yet she felt as if she were laying on a fine cushion.

“Good. I… I would like you to tell me of yourself. Then, how you feel about… me. Artificers.” Milady looked exhausted, but so wonderfully happy- their eyes welled with tears from seeing their invention so perfected. They pulled up an ornate chair in front of her, listening attentively with their head perched atop one of their palms. They seemed so at ease… resting into the chair’s natural shape and the armrests to listen to their little subject.

“Where should… should…” This quickly brought out a gasp, and widened eyes from Milady-

“Is Cassandra unsure how to refer to herself at the moment, with the backs in place?” It seemed like they had some experience with this, then- perhaps only one other, though, given their tone and reactions.

“Yes Milady.”

“Cassandra ought to use the third person for now. Understood? Nod, please, then continue from the beginning- starting with how she’s feeling, and then when she entered the shop.”

A gentle nod from Cassandra’s head, along with an odd feeling- bliss… presumably from following Milady’s order. Is this what artificers did normally? Have the thralls talk to them? If she could have a consistent thought, she would have tried to hold onto that one, but it was pushed down into nothingness by the calming backs.

“Cassandra is unsure what she is experiencing. She is… feeling odd. Although she stopped in to examine the spectacle, she felt… drawn to these earrings. Curious about them. There was something special about them.” Her speaking paused, as she saw Milady holding up one finger.

“Cassandra, please speak normally. Although… just a hint like this. Nod if you understand, and continue.” She felt her vocal cords unlock with a curt nod, utterly freeing her except for one- mouth finally able to move at her own will… but there was still the lingering urge to simply say what she was directed to.

“Cassandra is now aware of what might be so special about them. They make Cassandra unable to think. Unable to disobey, Milady.” At least her speaking had returned to normal- but that thought, too, slipped down into the void.

“I… Would normal Cassandra… How does Cassandra feel about me?”

“Cassandra feels intrigued, interested, stimulated, a-“

“I meant… Does Cassandra like me?” Now Milady was easily blushing, covering their face slightly.

After a very slight pause… “Yes, Milady.” was uttered from her lips, much of the affection she still felt dripping from her words.

“Does… Cassandra know how I feel about her as well?” This was clearly said with a tinge of embarrassment, but curiosity had taken Milady over.

“Cassandra feels that… yes, Milady may perhaps like her. Especially now, like this.”

“O-oh. I see. The attention is, ah, requited. Good! I, ah, believe we’ll move on now…” Milady was covering their head with their hands, clearly turning a deeper flushed red. Had Cassandra been able to properly recall this later, she would have noticed that Milady had turned away from her vision and towards a clipboard to assist hiding their shame.

“Very well… increase vision to normal parameters-“ which meant she could see again, able to focus and look around normally, “standard head mobility as well, and increase thoughts to twenty percent.” She…

Cassandra was thinking. In front of an artificer.

“Kneel.”

Cassandra was kneeling and looking up at an artificer. The sheer danger of what she had done pumped through her veins, but she could not bring herself to move any more than turning away her head slightly- but she didn’t want to look away from the beautiful Lady Von Quirandra.

“Oh my, that feels much better… more domineering, don’t you think?” This brought out an electrified smile, one that she stared at, enraptured and terrified alike. Their hand reached out to tip up her chin with a giggle, stroking her cheek and calming her in the process.

“Please… I know you’re probably afraid, but I don’t wish you to be. I wanted you to experience… this.” It was certainly blissful, not to have to think. Not to be a noble. Not to occupy oneself with all these preconceived notions, manners, passions, etiquette that had to be followed every second of being –

“Cassandra.” That name again, the one that made her eyelids flutter from simply hearing The Lady Von Quirandra say it. However, her eyes had to be open again- so they were opened.

“Please increase thoughts to full. How are you feeling?”

“I… what the hell did you do to me?” She couldn’t help but ask this in the kindest way possible, filled with a curiosity and a wistful arousal- this thought a balloon, inflating with potential.

“The backs have a certain enthralling power. One to eliminate potential thought, even as it happens, to allow for someone to control the wearer entirely. What’s more, they keep their wearers nice and obedient.” The Lady almost said this a little lustily, clearly enjoying the moment- but also playfully and reassuringly… looking down straight into Cassandra’s hazel eyes.

“I hope you understand their power well, now. At the end of your time, you’ll make a decision. It may not be today, perhaps in a few days, or weeks. I hope that you’ll choose to become my.. ah, well… ‘apprentice’.” The Lady went back to covering their face and peeking out at the kneeling figure below them

Her face contorted in shock, stretching in disbelief- before snapping back to a central position. Apparently her shoulders were not allowed to move much, but her face and brain were still ‘allowed’ to move. An apprentice? To an artificer? She couldn’t believe the offer- not least of which for being one of the least qualified people on the planet, but also for the incredulity of it all.

“I understand that you might be a-“

“Your apprentice, Lady??? I don’t know the first thing about-!~”

“Hush, please. I don’t wish for Ashton to be disturbed.” Her jaw instantly slipped shut.

“And that’s not quite true- I taught you ‘the first thing about magic’, and really all you would need to know. I… I need someone acquainted with selling. It truly takes a toll on me to do these kinds of shows. I can’t always afford the… showmanship to get up and move every time that a lot of nobles say I ought to show off my work more.” They slumped further into the chair, clearly sulking.

“I’m skilled, as you can see, but… not there, in that kind of arena. I’d rather be sticking my head in the oil jar than trying to upsell a ring that I didn’t even put that much effort into.”

Throughout this rant, Cassandra could see the lines on their face- clearly an exhausted person, much like her family- trying to get by the best they could.

“…besides, it would be… more than that.” The Lady cleared their throat before continuing, leaving a hefty dramatic pause.

“You could be free from your family name.”

The impossible idea spread through her mind in stages. Relief from the D’Antonias’ strict rules, the imposed penny-pinching, the etiquette- then that she would be with someone. Of course, the idea settled back in of artificers, and much worse-

“And you would only have one restricted hour at most. Maybe two, if we both feel… intimate that night.” This was said in increasingly hushed tones, causing an outbreak of blushing on both of their parts.

“Are you… proposing??” The Lady squealed in shame, answering-

“O-oonly to be my… girlfriend! I don’t want you to get any ideas of that just yet, but… I think I’d like that as well… I could make us a pair of rings, later…”

The flustered D’Antonia heiress couldn’t help but keep opening and closing her mouth, flabbergasted by the idea that seemed

“Keep your mouth shut, dear. Just… think about it for when you’re done. Which is… hm, soon. Too soon…” The backs pulsed gently with enchanted power, and the carefully wound silver pocketwatch chimed with one minute left.

“Return to thrall mode, just for now- but keep the vocal modifiers.” She felt her thoughts be blasted into the wind again, her body relaxing even further, letting go of all the tension inside her…

“Just keep relaxing, little Cassandra… I want you to understand what this is like. How blissful this can be for you. How obedient you can be made. And that this is an offer unlike any other- one where I will use you, remold you, make you into a new beautiful piece- one worthy of your own name. No more silly D’Antonia to hold you back and keep you inside a gilded prison.”

The Lady seemed much calmer, maintaining that more dominant affect, but… if Cassandra were able to think, she’d know it was as if a heavy weight had been lifted from each of them. For the few seconds, they smiled and admired their thrall, four cheeks blushing in turn.

~~~~

The timer went off, returning Cassandra to her normal thoughts instantly- though it left her blushing as red as the first dress she’d ever worn to her family’s elegant ball. She rose, tentatively, under the gaze of The Lady. They slightly rose and-

It was just her instincts acting now, her base fear- and she ran out of the small corner shop into the rain. The thump of her heart pounding in her ears drove out the surprised shriek of the lawyer, the splash of mud against the cobblestone street, leaving behind only the knowledge of which street to take- left, right, center down the path here…

Cassandra arrived at the manor steps, and collapsed to her knees… a relentless sob had taken hold of her, tears and rain both streaking across her face.

Truth be told, she hadn’t realized she’d even stolen the backs until she’d taken them out of her ears, and yet- the urge to still treat them with care was there. All of this was happening so suddenly. There was so much that she just… didn’t know. Her own feelings were a jumble of butterflies, swirling and fluttering around inside…

She tried to sort them, to herd them- the way her mother had taught her, giving them all names and pretty colors, making them butterflies in her own mind-[herbarium].

But as soon as she’d plucked one out from the swirling horde, visualizing its soft iridescent wings, picturing the soft caress of Their glove again-

no.

Her legs crumpled weakly, pleading that no one would see her like this, so disheveled and undone by… the new shop.

She’d return to the shop tomorrow, return the backs, leave a note of thanks just to be… cordial enough, and just… flee. Run away somewhere. Get away from this ancient town and its horrid artificer.

The offer was just too good to be true.

~~~~

Some time later…

“Ah, hello, Missus Val-Periton! May I escort you to the back? Your pendant is ready.” Cassandra beamed happily at the couple that had strolled into the shop, her own earrings sparkling in the multitude of framed lights. The new verdant dress she strolled around the shop in was almost the shop’s mascot- with the new sign painted with a cartoonish version of it draped alongside the logo. Business was booming, especially since a familiar face could help ease the fears about artificers.

Her Lady Von Quirandra was placing the finishing touches on the precious pendant, and the couple was more than glad to finish paying- the pendant sparkled brilliantly in Her Lady’s hands. As the couple strolled out of the shop proudly, Her Lady gently brushed their hand against her cheek, repeating with the softest possible murmur the most precious words they both knew.

“You did so well for Me, Thrall Cassandra. I love you.” And with an idolizing sigh, Cassandra D’arvon Quirandra returned them.

fin

[anangelicday-mrwolf]

Wolfsbane : Noblesse Fanfic (post-ending)

(previous chapter)

Chapter 38 – Something None of Them Wanted or Expected

“Care to explain why I have to refresh my sore eyes with that face of yours? What a way to start a morning.”

<You know, you tend to turn more talkative and annoyingly eloquent whenever you see me. Did you modify your tongue by any chance? Does it run evolution on your linguistic ability whenever you spot me?>

“I’ve never done that, but that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. I’ll see what I can do with it.”

<Geez, looks like joking is not an option any more in your presence.>

Despite his manners, Frankenstein aimed for more than vexing the werewolf lord.

“Please tell me you have a good reason why you requested a conversation with me so early. I’d thought I told you we must for the time being be cautious of every word we share, including those exchanged through transmission. And I couldn’t possibly be the only one who told you so.”

<Uh, the thing is, my kid will be busy for the next few days. So Adne and I decided to lend a claw or two.>

My kid?

Frankenstein was about to snap at him that he should be more specific with his term, when there are dozens of werewolves under his care.

But he held his voice, upon reminding himself that there is only one werewolf aside from Adne that Muzaka would ever mention to him at a time like this.

<Lunark found something lately from a facility in Crombel’s ownership. And she claimed she must take them outside to have them audited by an expert. So she won’t get to deliver you the data that Adne unlocked most recently.>

Audited by an expert?

Who could this expert be?

Whatever it is that she discovered, I doubt she can find the best expert other than me, in anything related to Union or Crombel.

But how come she didn’t come to me and......

Frankenstein sealed his lips tighter, albeit already zipped, in the middle of his cognitive complaints.

‘You shouldn’t be missing her, Frankenstein.’

He told himself a number of times that she is off-limits, especially since they had ended up exploring each other’s lips.

Nevertheless, here he was, painfully savoring how his heart was sailing towards her. He had to struggle to anchor his heart back to his chest.

<But Lunark did examine this data before she left it with me. And she said it’d be best to relay it to you as soon as possible. Let’s see what it...>

Muzaka began to fidget with something, unavailable for witness at Frankenstein’s angle of vision.

“Stop it. We didn’t get to diagnose the exact cause of the failure in activating QuadraNet. It’s not safe to disclose such an important resource on transmission, lest there be loss or leak.”

<Then what? Lunark is not available. How am I supposed to send this to...>

“I’ll fetch it myself.”

Muzaka made a peculiar face; it appeared as if he honestly wanted to slap his ears to see if they are functional.

<What do you mean, you’ll fetch it yourself?>

“There’s no other way, is there? Oh, no need to be concerned that other werewolves would be curious or suspicious of my visit. I’ll make sure no one else can see me.”

Frankenstein exhibited not the slightest hint of hesitation. If it was guaranteed that he will not get to see the certain gray-haired werewolf, there was no reason for him to stay away from wolfkind’s realm.

“So make sure I can receive it upon arrival. I’ll leave as soon as I get it; I’m a busy man myself.”

<Uh... Okay. Okay! G-great! I’ll see you soon.>

Frankenstein headed to 3rd Elder as soon as Muzaka’s face flashed off from the monitor, to let him know that once again he will be absent for a while.

“There is this jer... I mean, there is this someone I must see. So stay tucked. I won’t take long.”

Frankenstein did not even wait for a reply from the white-haired man.

The moment he was surely gone, 3rd Elder’s eyes were caught on fire.

Though he wished Frankenstein would have revealed where he was off to, he knew he should not wait to determine his destination.

So he drew out the plastic bag containing the sample of Frankenstein’s tonic, kept hidden all this time for this moment – the moment to let his old lab techniques shine.

Simultaneously, he prayed that Helga and their accomplice assistant would be ready.

*****

A few days later, in the werewolf realm

“Man – even the Kertias would flush in shame at your skills in stealth. How did you get here without sounding the alarm?”

“There is always a way, but don’t expect me to tell you. That’s not what I’m here for, after all.”

“Well, you’ve got a point.”

Muzaka stepped down from his thrown to lead his guest to one of werewolf labs, to present him with a pile of documents.

Frankenstein scanned the contents, before his eyes glinted.

“Huh...”

“What? Is it really that important?”

“...Pretty much.”

That was when he emitted an exasperated sigh, as if he could not believe he was saying this.

“I’d hate to admit it, but the Union and Ignes were not too shabby. The former actually devised such a genius weapon, and the latter sought to make it better.”

“A genius weapon?”

Now inquisitive, Muzaka peeked over Frankenstein’s shoulder.

“Genetic... Calibrator... Chip... GC chip? A weapon based on biochip technology? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Biochip. It’s a trick I’d often make use of. It’s no longer a stranger to the civilians, either. It requires human genetic information – DNA or protein – to work as a conductor on an electronic device or parts, to be connected to a computer, thereby allowing calculations and data interpretations of rate and accuracy beyond any human imagination or preexistent semiconductor. It’s a dreamlike technique that...”

“Speak human, will ya?”

“......Simply put, a biochip enables your computer to deal with data and information at a rate that only a biological brain can conduct. Consider it an essential element in shaping a computer into a fine mechanical mimicry of human brain.”

Muzaka did not withdraw the puzzled look on his face, but he did not ask for further explanation.

“Okay, if you say so. So what does this GC chip do?”

“It was to be used for weapons developed or manufactured by the Union. And for the computers that would control such weapons. They would download the DNA data laid inside the chip to target only the designated foe for assault.”

“So it makes a weapon capable of telling its targets on its own? I have no idea how that’s possible, but you’re right. Those rascals are not too shabby.”

Frankenstein continued with his ardent inspection of the document, wondering why Union had never flaunted such weapon. However, he could soon presume why.

‘Those monsters had long been standing as the summit of the world, thanks to their modified humans, technology in human modification, and the derivative profit. I doubt they could find a threat fearsome enough to take on with such weapon. And even though we later served as their great adversary, they wouldn’t have had samples to use against us, nobles, or werewolves.’

His assumption was proven by the note on the document, specifying how the GC chip never made it out of the list of weapons on a hold.

And obviously Ignes did not agree with such course of action.

“She was hoping to refine this weapon, to make it work exclusively on modified humans loyal to those that oppose her.”

“So they laugh and chit-chat under the chandelier but seek for a chance to bite at each other’s head on their carriages back from the ball. That’s so much like the Union, though I shouldn’t be saying this as an ex-tenant of Crombel’s lab.”

Frankenstein retorted with a snort and an expression that he is not completely brainless.

“Speaking of which, is the reconstruction all over now?”

“Sort of. This isn’t the first time, so there was no need for me to give orders.”

Muzaka grinned, despite the fact that having to rebuild his land on multiple basis is nothing to be proud about.

“But I couldn’t help getting scared during the process. I mean, we’ve already experienced destruction and construction several times. So I even came to think that maybe we should just leave things the way they are, since there’s a good chance they’d be dismantled again.”

“You know you can’t do that.”

“Oh, of course I do. But I’m scared as I speak. I wouldn’t be surprised to witness another facility breaking down to dust. Or hear something exploding.”

“No need to make yourself sound so ominous. The odds feel too high whenever you offer them.”

Muzaka snickered, as if telling his audience that he is worrying for nothing.

And just then resonated a CRASH, something none of them wanted or expected.

“...What was that?”

“H-how should I know? But it came from the biggest lab in our...”

“You mean the main lab? Where Mr. Jang worked?”

“Uh... Yeah. What about it?”

Then why are you still here?

Frankenstein glared at the werewolf lord briefly before he bolted. Muzaka soon caught up to him and outran him.

They soon got to see how the lab was already teeming with werewolf researchers and warriors.

“What was that all about?”

“Something just blew up, right?”

“Ugh, what’s the smell? This is the foulest, thickest smoke I’ve ever smelled!”

The atmosphere was close to chaotic, but werewolves did not fail in noticing Muzaka and letting him through the unbearably malodorous stench of smolder, followed by Frankenstein, whose presence nobody questioned due to the magnitude of the situation.

Once he reached the center of the commotion, Frankenstein could see why no one kept much interest in him.

“...What happened?”

Muzaka murmured at the sight of a hunched, terribly quivering werewolf, his tone no longer merry, now steeled with utmost rigidity and coldness.

Frankenstein’s heart seized as well upon identifying who he was.

“M-my lord......”

Adne was holding onto something with hands just as quivery.

Muzaka closed their distance, and Adne stepped back as he shook his arms like they were on fire.

“...This must be the network transmission modem. The one that human researcher installed for the QuadraNet. How come it’s in pieces? He told us never to touch it. You told me an urgent business came up before you left; is this what you were talking about?”

Adne’s lips mumbled something inaudible in a hurry, but with skittish eyes he surveyed the faces looking down at him before trembling once again.

“We gotta talk, Adne. We have a lot to talk about.”

Muzaka sternly announced, as Frankenstein narrowed his lips.

(next chapter)

The ideology and terminology for “biochip” and “biological computers” are not fictional. My original plan was to get into more details regarding the current research and commercial progress that has been made regarding these technologies. However, I decided to include only the most basic concepts about them, for I believe including something that requires professional comprehension would prove as hindrance in readers’ appreciation of a work.

Also, it’s about time to bring out the star of the show so far hidden - the apparent traitor in QuadraNet project. I’ve been providing hints about this traitor over the several past chapters; I’m not sure if you caught every single one of them, and I’ll definitely get into details about them in future chapters! Hopefully you’ll stay tuned until then!

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Uneasy Lies the Head

A Royal Romance AU fanfic

Queen Charlotte of Cordonia springs a surprise on her prospective consort, Drake Walker

Word Count 4123

A/N A triple does of fluff - some angst, no smut. My tag list for this series is a mess, so I have tagged anyone who reblogged or commented on the last few chapters.

12 To Have and to Hold

Bastien’s face was grim. He walked out to the royal jet alone. There was no sign of Bianca, so he was to return to Cordonia without her. He hated to admit defeat, but he couldn’t force Drake’s mother to go back to the country she had fled after her husband had died doing his duty. He stood at the top of the stairs and turned to take one last look toward the tiny departure shed of the private airfield – and squinted. A car drove full pelt along the road that led to the hangar, leaving a trail of dust. It barrelled straight up to the perimeter guard post and screeched to a halt. He leaned inside the aircraft and shouted to the pilot.

‘Hold on a bit longer, I think we may have an extra passenger’

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Drake pulled the grooming brush across Sultan’s flanks, flexing his trunk to ease off the stiffness he still felt from his ordeal with Anton’s men. His ribs were healing slowly and although he couldn’t go riding just yet, he could pay attention to his mount and assure the creature that it wouldn’t be long before he’d be able to take him out to ride. He’d gotten up late that morning and as sometimes happened, Charlotte was nowhere to be seen. She was probably in her office dealing with official business, and he would catch up with her at lunchtime.

He brooded over his recent meeting with Bertrand Beaumont. He had been devastated to discover the reason for Savannah’s absence from court, and had apologised unreservedly to Drake. The two of them had met a few times and were making some sort of relationship from what Drake could tell, but it was early days. They were at least speaking to each other, and it seemed that dating might be on the horizon, although he couldn’t picture the dour Duke of Ramsford doing something as ‘ordinary’ as dating.

He was aware of a figure approaching, and looked up curiously, having a strange feeling that it wasn’t Charlotte or one of the grooms. Bastien was due back from some task that he hadn’t been party too, but it wasn’t him that approached.

‘Brad!’ he called out in surprise ‘What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were seeing to things in Rutland’ The Englishman walked up and took Drake’s hand firmly, shaking it firmly and slapping his shoulder.

‘Good to see you, my friend. I’m here for your wedding’ Brad said, and Drake grinned

‘Of course you are, but that’s not for a couple of weeks yet’ Brad tapped the side of his nose

‘Now that’s where you’re wrong. Come back to the Palace with me, you have to get ready for your bride’ Drake’s jaw dropped open in amazement. ‘Come on, Livvy’s here too and I don’t want to keep her waiting – or Charlotte’

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Hana adjusted the diamond tiara on Charlotte’s head as she stood in front of the full length mirror. She ran her hands over the delicate white lace, white shoes peeping out from under the hem.

‘Hana, it’s beautiful’ breathed Charlotte ‘I can’t thank you enough’

‘It’s my pleasure’ the petite woman smiled ‘You have a big name designer for your big wedding, but you have me for your private ceremony’ Charlotte nodded

‘Drake should be finding out about it right about now’ Charlotte said ‘I hope he has a ring ready’ Hana patted her shoulder

‘Don’t worry, Max and I have something special planned for if he’s unprepared’ she said. Charlotte picked up the little velvet box on the dressing table. Hana had heard the story, but it played in Charlotte’s mind again. It had happened a year before the social season that had just passed.

‘Well Charlotte, the social season approaches, and you’re almost old enough to marry’ Constantine said as they sat eating breakfast together. Regina was away visiting a relative, so they had some time together, father and daughter, which was rare. ‘You’ve grown into a lovely young woman, and your mother would be so proud of you’ Charlotte dropped her head. Thinking about her mother made her feel sad, and it was rare that the King mentioned her.

‘I don’t feel ready, Father’ she protested

‘Perhaps, but you should treat this season as a dress rehearsal’ he insisted ‘Then you will be more prepared to choose a husband to rule with you when the time comes’ He got up and went across to his desk, taking a little key from his pocket and unlocking a drawer. He kept his back to her, so that she didn’t see what it was that he took out. When he turned back to her his hand was hidden behind him. He came back to the breakfast table looking out over the lawns toward the maze her mother had planned and sat facing her. She delicately wiped her mouth with the crisp white napkin and placed her hands in her lap, waiting for him to speak. He looked down at the floor for a moment before he raised his head to look into her eyes.

‘The time has come’ he said, bringing his hand out from his back, holding a padded envelope ‘To give you this’ He held it out, and she took it gingerly. She let out a little gasp as she recognised her mother’s handwriting.

‘A monarch’s job is not easy’ explained Constantine ‘and there are people who plot against us. Although your mother died suddenly, she made plans for if she were not here when you grew old enough to marry, and left instructions along with a letter.’ He smiled, a hint of pain in his eyes ‘I have done my best, but you have lacked the love of your own mother. Be assured that she did not want to leave you to grow up without her, and I would rather it had been me who had…’ he coughed but Charlotte knew it was to cover the sadness in his voice. ‘Take this, and read it privately’ His manservant, Godfrey, entered at that moment.

‘Your Majesty – I’m sorry to interrupt, but the trade delegation from Monaco…’ The King waved his hand.

‘Very well, I’m on my way.’ He stood and looked down at his daughter ‘She loved you so much my dear. Please, remember her with fondness, as I do’ and he was gone. Charlotte sat and looked at the envelope for a moment, tears pricking her eyes. She got up and went to the door, where Bastien stood guard.

‘I’m going out to the maze, Mr Lykel’ she said ‘Will you see that nobody follows me in, please?’ The guard smiled and nodded.

‘Of course, your grace’ He answered. Clutching the envelope, she made her way along the corridor toward the door that led outside, the older man following her. She could feel a little box inside, and curiosity burned. She wanted to be quite alone, where she could think of her mother, though she had precious few memories. She used to go there with a handkerchief that still smelled of her perfume, and that was still in a box hidden away in her bedroom which she had not opened for a couple of years now.

Lost in thought, she didn’t see Drake start across the lawn toward her – and she didn’t see Bastien make a gesture and shake his head. She didn’t see Drake’s head drop, or notice him turn back and sit under a tree.

A few minutes later she reached the centre of the maze as Bastien waited at the only entrance. She sat on the swing that hung from the oak tree and carefully prised open the flap of the envelope. She paused before she reached in and found a letter, a single sheet of paper folded over. Reverently she held it and gently opened it out flat. Tears sprung to her eyes to see her mother’s writing, and she paused for a moment for them to clear before she read, hearing her mother’s words in her head.

 My Darling Charlotte, my sweet daughter

If you are reading this, the world has plotted against us and I am not with you to see you grow. Be certain that I wanted more than anything in the world to see you live up to your potential and be the young woman you need to be to lead our country. I know you carry a heavy burden, and you will need someone beside you to help you govern wisely.

The role of a monarch is not easy, and I can only hope that the man you choose will love you, and that you will love him too. I have left something for you in the box which should accompany this letter. Do with it as you will – whether you wear it to remember me, or give it to the one you love. I am sure you will not give it lightly.

If it is possible to watch over you, I will watch over you. Who knows what happens when we leave this world. If all was perfect we would be together – but if you read this, we have lost our luck. Remember me, remember that I love you above everything else, and make me proud, my sweet girl.

With all my love and affection

Your loving mother xx

 It was a while before Charlotte could pull herself together enough to retrieve the little box from the envelope, catching a whiff of her mother’s perfume from it. She sat for a while looking at it, but at last she steeled herself and gently levered it open. It was a ring box, and there was a scrap of paper in the lid. A thick gold band nestled in the velvet slit but Charlotte carefully prised the piece of paper from its place. She unfolded the delicate scrap, to see a set of letters and numbers which did not take long to work out. They were the initials of her parents and the date of their marriage.

Silent sobs shook her as she bowed her head over the tiny box.

 When she left the maze, she was barely aware of the guard waiting for her, and didn’t see Drake watching either. She went straight to her bedroom and secreted the letter and the box into her secret hiding place with the handkerchief and the bottle of perfume that still held just a drop of precious liquid. Then she drew herself up straight and went out to the stables to seek out Drake and go for a ride.

Now, on the morning of the wedding she had prepared as a surprise for Drake – the small private affair at which his mother would attend after a separation of years – she reverently took out the box and took the last precious drop of perfume onto her wrist and put the ring box and her mother’s carefully folded handkerchief into a little pouch that hung at her waist. This way, she  would be with her as she pledged herself to the man she loved.

‘I’m ready’ she said to Hana ‘Let’s go’

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Drake stood in his office and fiddled with his tie nervously while Brad brushed down his jacket.

‘Why today?’ he asked petulantly ‘I haven’t even written my vows. Charlie didn’t even hint at it’

‘This isn’t the big state wedding’ Brad replied ‘It’s just your closest friends here to see you and Charlotte have your own private ceremony. You don’t have to have vows at all if you don’t want to.’

‘But – it’s Charlie’ Drake said nervously ‘I want to do things properly. I’m sure she’ll have a whole thing written up and memorised’

‘You know her best’ replied Brad ‘But she knows you wanted something low key. I’m sure she’ll have thought of everything you’d want’

‘Bas was going to give her away – is he even back yet?’ he asked

‘Don’t worry Drake, it’s all taken care of’ Brad assured him ‘Just relax and I’ll take you there’

‘That’s another thing – where are we going? Is it the Ballroom? I bet it’s the ballroom. Who’s officiating?’ Brad chuckled

‘You’ll find out soon enough. Now, I have to blindfold you, so stand still’ Drake did his best not to fidget as Brad took a scarf and tied it around his eyes. ‘Now, are you sure you can’t see?’ He asked after fiddling around for a while.

‘I can’t see a damn thing’ Drake grumbled ‘I wish Charlotte had warned me about all this’

‘Come on, you’re marrying the girl of your dreams, you lucky devil’ Brad nudged him ‘Now come on, we have to be there first so she can follow’ Brad took his arm and lead him out into the corridor.

Drake’s mind whirled as he walked unsteadily despite Brad’s support. It was unlike Charlotte to spring such a surprise on him, and he wondered what had spurred her on. She had given no clue the day before. Of course he was delighted that they would finally formally be joining their lives, though they had pledged themselves a long time ago and had every intention of growing old together whatever life brought them. He just wondered exactly what she had planned now that he wasn’t able to travel to Texas to include his mother in the ceremony.

Brad paused to open a door and he was aware that they stepped outside into the fresh air. He allowed himself a smile as they descended stone steps to the gravel path of what must be the formal lawn that he was almost certain led to the maze. That maze meant so much to the two of them. Her mother had planted it, and they had played there over the years as it grew. They had raced to the centre when they could barely see over the tops of the growing hedges, making for the great oak tree that had stood there for decades. He himself often went there alone over the years when life seemed unfair or he felt unhappy.  He smiled as he sensed the green walls about him and started the twists and turns that would take them to the centre.

‘You can take the blindfold off now Brad’ he said ‘I know we’re in the maze, and I know it like the back of my hand. It wouldn’t do to get lost’

‘Nope, the blindfold stays on. The way is marked, we won’t lose our way’ Brad told him. Drake sighed and they continued on, and he trailed his free hand over the sides, the familiar touch of the foliage grounding him and reminding him of the times he had navigated it in the dark to meet Charlotte in private, to kiss and slake their needs.  After more twists and turns he had the sense of space opening out at last around them, and he heard soft chuckles of amusement and odd sniffles as he and Brad came to a stop. He put his hand up to his face, but Brad stopped him.

‘Just wait a moment’ He rang the bell that hung there ‘Now Charlotte knows to come’ he said ‘But first…’ There was a murmur of voices and he heard soft steps on the grass as someone moved to stand in front of him – he could feel their presence close to him. Brad took his hand away from his arm and coughed politely. Drake reached up and took the blindfold off.

‘Mom?’ he croaked as he dropped the cloth to the ground ‘How..’ His words were muffled as Bianca threw her arms around him and held him as if she’d never let go.

‘Drake – oh my boy, my son. I love you so much’ she sobbed, her voice muffled against his jacket ‘I’m sorry – I’m so, so sorry. And happy – so happy’ Incredulously he put his arms around her, looking at the others standing watching – Savannah with tears in her eyes, flanked by Bertrand and Maxwell. Hana, also teary eyed – Olivia, a soft smirk on her face. Brad standing close, smiling. He felt almost numb, not sure what emotions stirred inside him, almost overwhelmed.

‘Mom? How did you get here?’ he asked incredulously as she let him go and held him at arm’s length, looking him up and down.

‘You’ve grown – oh Drake, I don’t have any right to be here’ she choked ‘But Charlotte sent Bastien to get me – and here I am. Please forgive me, son – my brave, strong boy’

‘I – oh god, you’re really here’ He pulled her to him again, and they clung to each other, tears flowing and laughter bubbling up all at the same time. Charlotte appeared behind them, holding on to Bastien’s arm, radiant in a simple long white lacy dress and a sparkling tiara holding a wisp of net about her dark hair. She held a bouquet of yellow and white roses and baby’s breath and smiled and dabbed at her eyes, watching the touching reunion. Savannah stepped forward and the little family, long separated, hugged and cried and laughed as the others looked on.

At last he let go of the two women and took a step toward Charlotte. He stepped away from his old family and forward to his future – the love of his life, the woman he would worship and cherish and support for the rest of his days. The woman he had known as a girl, as a young woman, as his lover; as a playmate, as a Princess, now as a Queen and shortly as his wife at last. He took her hands in his and raised them to his lips to kiss.

‘Charlotte – my love – my life’ he murmured. Hana sobbed and buried her face in her handkerchief and Olivia rolled her eyes but he saw they were moist. Charlotte smiled back

‘Let go Drake, we need to get married, my love’ she said softly. He nodded and looked around at their friends. Brad moved to stand at the base of the oak tree and the others made a line facing him.

‘You, Brad?’ Drake gasped ‘You’re officiating?’ The Englishman nodded modestly

‘Well, have I ever told you the story…’ he began, and Drake groaned and dropped his head

‘I might have known. Brad, your skills are endless. I look forward to hearing the tale later.’ Maxwell stood at his shoulder and he turned to him in alarm ‘You’re my best man? I’m grateful you didn’t throw a par…’ he stopped ‘You’re throwing me a bachelor party for the big one, aren’t you?’ He slapped his hand over his face, trying not to imagine what bizarre event Maxwell Beaumont, of the infamous Beaumont Bash, would dream up for him. The young man grinned sheepishly

‘Don’t worry Walker, I have him in hand’ intoned Bastien, still standing with Charlotte. He turned to the guard,  his mentor and father figure, taking his hand in both of his and squeezing.

‘Bas – you brought Mom back. How can I ever thank you?’ Bastien bowed his head

‘On her Majesty’s instructions and all part of the job, Walker’ he said gravely ‘But it was my pleasure’ Behind him, Brad coughed again.

‘We should get on with the ceremony, if everyone’s ready’ he said, and Drake stepped forward, Maxwell beside him.

‘Wait! He said ‘I don’t have a ring’ Bianca stepped forward and put her hand on his arm.

‘Son’ she said, and, trembling, raised her hand. He gasped as he saw that she wore two gold bands on her finger, and twisted at the one that seemed to hang loose. He reached out to stop her, but she shook her head firmly as she pulled it free

‘It’s the one your father wore’ she said, her voice shaking. ‘I’m sure he’d want you to have it – and he would be overjoyed to see who your bride is.’ She pressed the ring into his hand as he stared at her, dumbfounded. Charlotte came close, and placed her arm on Bianca’s shoulder. Behind her, Bastien blew his nose discretely and blinked rapidly.

‘Thankyou so much, Mrs Walker. I’d be honoured to wear your husband’s ring’ Bianca nodded wordlessly and Drake took it, tears in his eyes. He didn’t see Maxwell tuck a small box into his jacket pocket, smiling faintly.

‘For Dad’ Drake said quietly, and turned back to face Brad. Bianca went back to stand with Savannah, who had tears streaming freely over her cheeks. Bertrand patted her shoulder gingerly and handed her a crisp white cotton handkerchief. Bastien took Charlotte the last few steps to Drake and took her hand from the crook of his elbow to place it on Drake’s. He nodded and gave Drake a small smile, then moved back away from them, taking the stance that made him fade, chameleon-like, into the background. Drake and Charlotte gazed at each other, and Drake swallowed hard to keep check of his emotions. Charlotte’s eyes shone and a soft smile played on her lips. She squeezed his arm as she held it, helping to ground him.

‘Friends, we are here today for two very special people’ Brad began ‘Two people who so plainly belong together, who have known each other since they were children, and who, they tell me, intend to stay together for as long as they are on this earth. I’m not going to make a long speech, but let me say how delighted and honoured I am to be allowed to join them together in marriage.’ He turned to Drake

‘Drake Walker - before I pronounce you man and wife, is there anything you wish to say to your beloved?’ Drake swallowed, his hand on hers, and turned to look deep into her eyes. The others looked on, breathless as he cleared his throat and started to speak.

‘Charlotte, I loved you from the moment I understood what it was to love someone, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, in whatever way I could. You will always be my sweet princess, the Queen of my heart, and I’m privileged to have your love and affection. Not many see the real you – the sweet, sensitive, caring girl that I fell in love with. We’ve had a long difficult path to get where we are today, but I wouldn’t change a single thing, because all those things brought us together. I want to be there when you need me, to love and support you, whatever life brings our way. Without you I’m lost. You complete me – you’re my anchor, my hope, my everything. I’m honoured that you love me back and I’ll do everything in my power to return that love, for as long as I walk this earth.’ Charlotte’s eyes still shone, but she blinked away a tear as she grasped his hands tightly.

‘Charlotte, do you have any words for Drake?’ Brad asked. She never broke eye contact from Drake for a second as she spoke clearly.

‘Drake Walker, for a long time I didn’t recognise my feelings for you, and when I began to realise, I denied them. I told myself I regretted the times I overlooked you, but I believe that it only made our love stronger. Knowing what it was like to live in ignorance without you by my side only makes me appreciate you more. My love for you grows stronger every day, and I can’t imagine a life without you. You’re brave and loyal and strong and with you beside me I’m a stronger woman – I’m the Queen I need to be with your devotion and support. I love you, Drake Walker, and I look forward to a long future together.’

‘With the giving of vows and the exchange of rings, I pronounce you, Drake Walker, and you, Charlotte Valois-Rys, man and wife under the common laws of this country’. Brad said. Drake took his father’s ring and kissed it before slipping it onto Charlotte’s finger, hands trembling. She reached into the pouch at her waist to produce a thick gold band.

‘My mother left it to me, and told me to give it to the one I love’ she whispered as she slipped the ring onto his finger. It fitted snugly, and he stared at it for a  while before he looked up at Charlotte again. The whole world seemed to wait with bated breath before he closed the distance between them. Their lips met for the first time as man and wife, and he felt as if his heart would burst with happiness. Through a fog he heard the small group of friends cheering and laughing, shouting their congratulations. He knew he was the luckiest man on Earth, and he would remember the day for the rest of his life.

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