The child's laughter rings in the air as she begs for him to hold her steady. The young man struggles while she wriggles about, trying to reach the branch high above her head. On the bough, secured by branches woven together, a nest holds a few newborn birds, who chirps could no longer be ignored by the young Elezen children. Marceloix is on his toes as she kicks off his shoulders and begins her ascension to the rough limb above. Her bottom lip is ensnared into her mouth once she straddles the base of the off-shoot and tries to balance her entire form over it.
"They are so pretty! Marceloix, come up! These birds, they are singing for their mother! Come, come take a look!" Rivienne's excitement was apparent as she looked down at her brother, who smirked and brushed the dirt from his shoulders.
"Much like you when Louix pulls your hair, just like a songbird. Come on down, speaking of mother, she would rather you be playing the harp than climbing high above the ground!"
With a serpent's precision, her free hand comes to life and launches forward without hesitation; fingers are spread wide to take a hold of his neck, forcing her thumb and forefinger to tuck underneath his jaw. There came a gasp of shock, though he had little time to react. It happened in a blur. The other hand wasn't idle long, using that granted momentum, she is upon him quickly while deftly sweeping her fingers to the parted fabric, ripping it hastily, to retrieve the grip of a dagger she had strapped, for precautionary reasons.
Under the light of the flame, the glistening steel caught his eye, but it soon vanished from his vision. The cold edge pressed to his flesh and he could feel the weight of her body upon him; he smelled the perfume in her hair, took in the sharp breaths that filled her lungs. But most of all, he felt the fingers constrict around his throat. Laughter attempts to bubble up from his lips and those teal eyes were filled with a different sort of voracity, and not one for the flesh as it had been moments ago.
Rivienne said not a word but could hear the unsheathing of blades behind her, those who lurked in the shadows had come prepared. This did not hinder the vice she had on him.
"Perfect, this is the woman I was craving to see, the woman behind the farce, I was almost disappointed." Carvallain struggled to speak and made no motion to pull her away, except he beckoned with his fingers the knights that peeled themselves free from the embrace of the inky shadows. Their armor glittered gold with the orange glow that swept through the parlor. The closer they grew, the more aware she became of the danger she has placed herself in.
"I see what they said is true, there is fire behind those golden eyes," Carvallain rasps as a blade swiftly cuts through the air and the tip finds its place appropriately at the nape of her neck. It was enough to ease her dagger away, just a slight. The grasp around his neck was loosened entirely, allowing the passage of air. He triggered an aggression within her that was masked upon her sun-touched visage, but he could feel it radiating from her very core.
She was out-numbered. There was a knight behind the couch that was ready to strike her if she dared to test him and one looming at her side with the blade to her neck. Rivienne had no choice but to surrender, or die this night. Seems he was reading her thoughts as well. "They will cut you down sooner than you can fathom, Miss Delacroux. I rather not have my couch and rug painted with your blood. Would be a shame to ruin that dress, as well."
Rivienne pulled away languidly, though her shoulders were immediately caught by the two knights, who pressed her down into the couch so she was rooted to the cushion underneath. The dagger is pulled free after a brief struggle. There were many bothersome questions that came to mind, some she could not assemble into proper words. He knew well how to hook her in.
"I knew of their presence, if they were not sharing this room with us, I would have sank that sharpened edge into you until you spoke of how such a name came to your knowledge. For those who have called me that ..are either dead or missing." Her voice was laced with venom and rumbled with the level vehemence that steered her thoughts. Carvallain simply laughed at this, which in turn, caused more frustration to the woman who now had her arms at her back. He said not a word and reached for one of the fruits on the plate, holding it to the light before them both.
"Your brother spoke of you dearly."
Marceloix. This man knew of him. Just that was enough to cause her beating heart to speed up. He took in her expressions, drank them in as the look of surprised surface across her visage. There was a frown as he moved close now, with the berry held betwixt them both. Gingerly, he presses it to her parted lips, waiting for her to take a bite. A lecherous smile spreads like oil on his lips. Slowly, he pushes the fruit to her teeth.
"Go ahead, it's not poisoned. I need you quite alive, actually. You have a skill I need, and I have information about your dearly, departed, brother."
"They are so pretty! Marceloix, come up! These birds, they are singing for their mother! Come, come take a look!" Rivienne's excitement was apparent as she looked down at her brother, who smirked and brushed the dirt from his shoulders.
"Much like you when Louix pulls your hair, just like a songbird. Come on down, speaking of mother, she would rather you be playing the harp than climbing high above the ground!"
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Songbird.
Little songbird.
Little songbird.
With a serpent's precision, her free hand comes to life and launches forward without hesitation; fingers are spread wide to take a hold of his neck, forcing her thumb and forefinger to tuck underneath his jaw. There came a gasp of shock, though he had little time to react. It happened in a blur. The other hand wasn't idle long, using that granted momentum, she is upon him quickly while deftly sweeping her fingers to the parted fabric, ripping it hastily, to retrieve the grip of a dagger she had strapped, for precautionary reasons.
Under the light of the flame, the glistening steel caught his eye, but it soon vanished from his vision. The cold edge pressed to his flesh and he could feel the weight of her body upon him; he smelled the perfume in her hair, took in the sharp breaths that filled her lungs. But most of all, he felt the fingers constrict around his throat. Laughter attempts to bubble up from his lips and those teal eyes were filled with a different sort of voracity, and not one for the flesh as it had been moments ago.
Rivienne said not a word but could hear the unsheathing of blades behind her, those who lurked in the shadows had come prepared. This did not hinder the vice she had on him.
"Perfect, this is the woman I was craving to see, the woman behind the farce, I was almost disappointed." Carvallain struggled to speak and made no motion to pull her away, except he beckoned with his fingers the knights that peeled themselves free from the embrace of the inky shadows. Their armor glittered gold with the orange glow that swept through the parlor. The closer they grew, the more aware she became of the danger she has placed herself in.
"I see what they said is true, there is fire behind those golden eyes," Carvallain rasps as a blade swiftly cuts through the air and the tip finds its place appropriately at the nape of her neck. It was enough to ease her dagger away, just a slight. The grasp around his neck was loosened entirely, allowing the passage of air. He triggered an aggression within her that was masked upon her sun-touched visage, but he could feel it radiating from her very core.
She was out-numbered. There was a knight behind the couch that was ready to strike her if she dared to test him and one looming at her side with the blade to her neck. Rivienne had no choice but to surrender, or die this night. Seems he was reading her thoughts as well. "They will cut you down sooner than you can fathom, Miss Delacroux. I rather not have my couch and rug painted with your blood. Would be a shame to ruin that dress, as well."
Rivienne pulled away languidly, though her shoulders were immediately caught by the two knights, who pressed her down into the couch so she was rooted to the cushion underneath. The dagger is pulled free after a brief struggle. There were many bothersome questions that came to mind, some she could not assemble into proper words. He knew well how to hook her in.
"I knew of their presence, if they were not sharing this room with us, I would have sank that sharpened edge into you until you spoke of how such a name came to your knowledge. For those who have called me that ..are either dead or missing." Her voice was laced with venom and rumbled with the level vehemence that steered her thoughts. Carvallain simply laughed at this, which in turn, caused more frustration to the woman who now had her arms at her back. He said not a word and reached for one of the fruits on the plate, holding it to the light before them both.
"Your brother spoke of you dearly."
Marceloix. This man knew of him. Just that was enough to cause her beating heart to speed up. He took in her expressions, drank them in as the look of surprised surface across her visage. There was a frown as he moved close now, with the berry held betwixt them both. Gingerly, he presses it to her parted lips, waiting for her to take a bite. A lecherous smile spreads like oil on his lips. Slowly, he pushes the fruit to her teeth.
"Go ahead, it's not poisoned. I need you quite alive, actually. You have a skill I need, and I have information about your dearly, departed, brother."
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