Week Six

[letsplayamod]

You've survived, for lack of better wording, the latest week of trials and tribulations. This one had been more costly than most: Typhon's machinations have brought your group to nearly half the size it was when Athena first brought you to this island. Whether it ends with him or with you is still too soon to make out. One thing's for certain. Things cannot be allowed to continue as they are.

Speaking of continuing, the next floor has been revealed to you. Just how far down this island goes is a bit of a mystery, but you get the feeling that you're close to something important. Maybe that thing Athena wanted you to find before Typhon does. You can ruminate on that as you watch the waters below. Waves still lap at the cliffs, but it all seems lower than it did weeks ago. Like the ocean itself is shrinking...

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[markofnobility]

[Oh... he tilts his head, closing his eyes and sighing softly]

[stringup]

[ It's a nice sound, she thinks. She peppers a few more kisses at that spot, as if she's found a new favorite thing to do, letting her cold touch melt into Ferdinand's warmth.

And after a moment, she moves even lower, her lips brushing against what little of his neck that is exposed with how he usually dresses. ]

[markofnobility]

[he's been going without his jacket more, but there still isn't much to get to. Even with that little though he shivers]

And you got onto me for doing things in front of the pool.

[stringup]

Serenading me is a different matter. Especially when other people can hear you.

[markofnobility]

Hmmm, fair enough.

[ he reaches up and unbuttons his collar]

And you do seem to like when I am more selfish.

[stringup]

[ Oh. That's...






Her face is turning very, very scarlet, like it's just catching up to her now that's she's been rather uncharacteristically bold and her brain should be frying itself, actually. Way to go, Velvet, what the fuck are you going to do now?! ]

Y-you... You always seem like you're trying so hard to live up to one set of expectations or another.

[ (A bit like how she used to be, if she was being honest.) ]

[markofnobility]

[ doing it for dabo and doing it with intent for his lover are two very different things, and it shows with how the red blush creeps to his collar and makes the pale dusting of freckles there pop]

I suppose I do not know another way to live just yet. I do not mind it if it's your set though.

[stringup]

[ She suddenly recalls the shoulder freckles from the last time she saw Ferdinand shirtless, and suddenly feels like she should hide her face.

...Granted, she's hiding her face in Ferdinand's exposed neck now. ]

Well, I... Just want you to keep being you.

[markofnobility]

[ the vibrations of her voice and lips on his throat makes the red deepen, and he has to cover his face with his free hand]

Well, I can not be anyone other than Ferdinand. Nor do I want to be anymore.

[ no von Aegir. Just Ferdie]

[stringup]

[ It's hard to say if that was intentional or if she just happened to fumble into it as an unintended result of hiding her face against his neck, let's be honest here. ]

Should I no longer call you "von Aegir"?

[markofnobility]

I am not ashamed of it- my family did many great things over the last thousand years. But I will be the last... it is sad. And also rather freeing, I think.

[ pressed this close he can not turn to look at her, but his eyes flick toward her hidden face]

You... have always been the best at seeing what parts of me are name and what aren't. You know obligation well?

[ there's so much he still doesn't know about her life. But as one pressured child to another, he can see the signs like tattoos on the skin]

[stringup]

And I assume you have no intention of taking up even a byname?

[ She's asking more so out of curiosity, given the finality of what he's saying.

At his question, she stays quiet for a moment before she pulls out where she's tucked herself into his neck, instead settling for resting her head against his collar. ]

I did say I learnt artifice from the Lover, but...before that, crafts and engineering were my family's trade.

[ She thinks he can get an idea from that much. ]

[markofnobility]

Maybe if something inspires me. Or I inspire someone else- isn't that usually how such things go?

[ he picks it up well enough, especially with what she said about traveling, or not doing so, before]

Ah. You are the eldest then?

[ or only, he supposes, like himself. But that was not though lack of trying on his father's part.]

[stringup]

[ There's a small, wry smile. ]

You'd better hope it's a good one, then.

...I was the eldest, yes. I had a brother and much younger sister.

[ At least now it might make sense why she wasn't worried about the Winions rough housing each other? ]

[markofnobility]

[ he huffs at the first bit- of course it will be good! He deserves only the best!

But-]

Was.

[ inching on dangerous territory. But he trusts if this is a no-go topic she will tell him so]

[stringup]

...Yes.

[ Velvet briefly sits up straight to look around.

...Well, if the horrors do end up creeping in, it'd probably be pretty funny for the sirens to get caught up in them, at least. ]

You can ask whatever you'd like. [ She's sure he has questions about her life. ] Though I'm sorry to say I probably don't have many happy answers to give.

[markofnobility]

I already suspected as much. But... I want to know what happened. How the Lover was able to tempt you.

['what happend to your family']

[stringup]

Do you want to get comfortable first?

[markofnobility]

How could I be more comfortable than you leaning against me?

[stringup]

Hmph. Your tongue is as honeyed as ever.

[ She says while snuggling closer to him like a cat. ]

...My family came from a long line of craftsman and engineers. We weren't particularly wealthy, but the name held some prestige for our contributions. My great-grandfather developed an improved heating system using underground hot spring water to heat the floor in homes, and the rest of the town eventually all had it installed.

My mother...was also of equal caliber, in that regard. She was always working on projects, whether her personal research or ones for clients and patrons. To the exclusion of nearly everything else, you could say. She had no patience for politicking and just as little social grace. Only took on commissions that she considered worthwhile.

One day, some Dynast from...I think it was House Cathak? Or was it House Cynis? In any case, she came offering to be a long-term patron in exchange for an exclusivity contract, though I'm still not sure what the exact terms were. [ Though the way Velvet says it, it seems she has some suspicions. ] My mother shot her down almost immediately and told her to get out if there was nothing else to discuss.

[markofnobility]

Ah.

[ said in a tone that suggests familiarity]

A snub many nobles would not take well.

[stringup]

Yes. And...I don't know how much of a role this played, if it did at all, but a couple of weeks later, someone from House Ragara approached me and made a similar offer. It would've been enough income that I wouldn't have to worry about household upkeep for years. My brother could even get an apprenticeship at a Ragara bank if he proved capable. I just had to agree to take commissions from them exclusively.

I didn't agree right away, but I told them I would consider it. And I really was considering it.

It was a few weeks after that when some mercenaries set our workshop and laboratory in the middle of the night. [ She bites her lower lip. ] I found out later they had sacked the town, too. My mother...was still inside at the time, as usual, and I happened to be there to deliver some snacks before going to bed. She...

[ Her voice trails off for a moment, like she isn't sure if she wants to talk about this particular part. Or rather, how much she wants to. ]

She told me to take whatever research I could and run while she fought off the mercenaries outside to cover me. But I don't think either of us realised they weren't there just for the workshop.

[markofnobility]

[Ferdinand's gaze starts to turn icy as she talks. Goddess... he's heard of similar tales playing out before. Did the first House hear that Ragara had sniped the craftsman they wanted right out from under them? Did they even know it was the daughter? Did they even care? Maybe they did know and knew that all Velvet's mothers techniques were passed down to her. They surely did not see them as different in any way that mattered- just a set of skills they were denied.

That iciness hardens even more when Velvet mentions her mother's command. Maybe the other children were elsewhere. Maybe it isn't how it sounds.

But how it sounds makes him clench his fist regardless]

They could not allow a rival to have something they were denied.

cw: graphic injury description

[stringup]

Mm. Sometimes I wonder if what they really wanted was my mother's research, and they couldn't allow a rival to get their hands on it. I don't know all the complicated politics, but I can say that...House Ragara is the Great House most of the others have to deal with, which is also why they are greatly disliked. [ To put it mildly.

She runs a thumb over Ferdinand's clenched fist, like she's trying to get him to let go. The rest of this story would have him drawing blood from his palms otherwise, she's sure. ]

I ran straight back to the main building to grab my siblings, and found that it was set on fire. My sister was calling for help because she was trapped in her room. And I heard my brother telling her to hang on, then...something crashing, and him making the most awful noise I ever heard from him.

[ It is probably familiar to Ferdinand how her gaze is starting to become somewhat unfocused. He's likely seen it before in plenty of other people, himself included. ]

So I went to look for them, but—you know how it is when a building is on fire. Structures start to fail. Support beams and load-bearing pillars collapse. It turns out one can be heavy enough to crush a person's ribs if it falls on them.

[markofnobility]

[he does let go, but only to clutch at her sleeve instead. He knows that look very well indeed. Can she hear that awful noise? He thinks he can- he's heard men and women crushed and burned before. The undignified yalp like a kicked dog, the squealing. No one is noble sounding in death. It is all live meat.

So this is the death the Lover came to 'save' her from. ]

... you wanted to save them. That's why.

[Because of course she did. His heart breaks and he could not love her more than he does right now]