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
 
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Aristeia looked to him with a heavily amused expression, enjoying the fact she was witness to him scrambling for words and semblence. "Well, you would be the one doing the asking. There are some traditions of my people we should uphold..." It was a dare if anything else. A challenge, a forfeit of control to him to make that fateful decision.

He loved it here, she knew that. If she helped him build a home here, build a place he knew they would return to, perhaps the idea of travelling for pleasure would give him ease of any anxieties he would have to leave Dornoch. A home to return to, to tend to, to build a future Aristeia wanted only with him.

"I do not see myself feeling this way about anyone else." She assured him, but it sounded as if she had made her decision on the matter. Aris did not speak as a Princess, but as a soldier trained for special operations and being on her own for extended periods of time. She was forced to be independent, but Alyxander had been the first to make her feel... connected to someone.

And the time since they first met only further drove in how right she had been to remain at his side.
 
It was when Aristeia spoke in the casual tones of a soldier, rather than the remnants of what had once been a princess within her that Alyxander felt most at ease by her side. It was not the Princess of Dreams that had so handily stolen his heart, but the warrior that had slept within her, the woman that had yearned to be free. As nerve-wracking as the topic of marriage was, the way she so easily assessed her own feelings and so simply brushed aside his concerns calmed him greatly.

"Pfft." Alyx huffed, some of that freneticism tapering off as he tightened his arm around her. "It's not like you to make me do the hard work." How many times had she jumped in to take the lion's share of the action before he had a chance to object? As his eyes lingered on her own, her expression that of a cat watching a mouse run in panicked circles, he felt that heat in his chest that reminded him exactly why they'd been inseparable since waking from that incredible dream.

"So what do you propose?" He tilted his head to lean against hers as they continued to move side by side through the market, reaching one of the more dwindling edges. Still, they received looks, and still he heard eager merchants calling in the hopes of winning some money straight from the Matriarchy's finest. Funny... Alyx almost found he enjoyed the attention, now.

"A big ceremony? A cake and a party with all the boys at the Roost?" Certainly, their relationship was no secret among the other soldiers, not after Aristeia had offered up her room to a new recruit and began sharing Alyx's chambers with him. "Or maybe something private? In the middle of the night? We could join under the moonlight and be gone by dawn."

Gods, he was actually considering it.

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Aristeia snorted, peering up at the Commander as he pulled her closer under his arm.

"Small ceremony, private. Then you and the men can drink the Roost dry." She had not been able to make her own friends, not when she was so different to these parts, no one else could understand Darke was a foreigner of another definition. Her lack of knowledge of this world greatly hindered her, but studying the maps back at the Roost showed her the continent in which they were in.

"Ever been to Valenntenia? It's only a week's stretch, but... they are soon to host a famous masquerade. Saw some flyers in the nicer Districts. We could dress up... find a priestess or whatever they have over there..."

Because she had considered seeing the world with him. Had considered creating memories with Alyx.

"You should... give it some thought."

Alyxander Quellchrist
 
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