Private Tales First Tour of Duty

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Alyxander had experienced whiplash before, but it had always been physical, during the heat of a battle. Whether or not you wanted to call his and Aristeia's little back and forth a battle was one thing, but the mental whiplash she'd just delivered was enough to handily secure the victory over him, either way.

She had never spoken of her power renewing since the last time they visited her world some months ago. Alyx knew she'd hoped it would return, but that she'd been back to the Dream Realm was news to him. Then came the knowledge of newfound wealth, a paltry thing really; Alyx never cared to be rich, but the security of a nice cushion was pleasant...

Then, she spoke of wedding him.

There was more she said, no doubt explaining her reasoning, the ways they might go about such a thing, but Quellchrist found himself quite frankly overwhelmed after the very mention of marraige. Aris pulled him along into the market, his head shaking as he tried to fight off the momentary shock her words had offered him. Even his feet seemed clumsy as they followed hers.

"I... It's quite a sudden thing, isn't it?" He didn't sound disappointed, his face tilting to watch hers as they walked, eyes still widened with lingering disbelief. "Yes, it would mean freedom to leave but... It's a massive decision, and..."

His men would have been howling. Aristeia Darke had totally flummoxed the Commander.

"You would... would want that?"

Aristeia Darke
 
  • Smug
Reactions: Aristeia Darke