Why do you always leave me aching...
When you were never mine for the taking?
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? / Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or something like it, but this isn't a tragedy. Not yet anyway. No, right at the moment, there is something developing between you, even you have no deeper knowledge of… No idea how to categorize, to analyze, to figure out what to do while your treacherous hearts betray your every thought, your every longing... your desires. A fearless, but kind-hearted lieutenant, a leader, and his little rebel, who despite all your actions, despite how much you two loathed each other at the beginning... now became your right hand, and the one person who found respect for. Even if you wouldn't admit it. Both of you wouldn't. Yet, is it even possible? To fully trust a Darkmere? You know, after all, what darkness and wickedness lies in these veins, have felt it for yourself, and yet, she is the one to plague your thoughts when work or a drink don't counter those pressing desires. But no, even if names and heritage would be no obstacle, your work is. Anything more but friendship would be fraternization. Anything more but a kind smile or a gaze lingering longer than necessary might be a violation, and to leave the Guard is no option: for neither of you!
The Lieutenant
wanted
- Path of Arcane Codex?
- 40 - 50 years
- Lieutenant /
Team leader for Recovery of Stolen Magical Artifacts - Single
- David Corenswet
You're the son and heir of a family locked in an open rivalry with the Darkmeres, and for good reason, or so it's said. The rumor that a close member of your family died by Baelor Darkmere's intrigue, maybe even his hand, has followed you for as long as you can remember. Whether it's true, no one fully knows but yourself. The only thing everyone knows is the simple fact that the close member of your family was someone so important to you, you dislike even mentioning them. It's a wound you don't know how to close, but it doesn't mean you won't stand up every day and fight it, try to heal. You keep living, even if they no longer can. Yet, even if direct vengeance isn't what you'd risk no matter how much you desire it), the memory is enough to make you regard any Darkmere with suspicion before they can even say a word.
As Lieutenant in the Guard, you lead your unit of Specialists in the hunt for stolen magical artifacts with an ease and strength that can't simply be taught. Under your command, your team has an incredibly high success rate of solved cases. That is not by chance, but because you know exactly how to use each person's strengths, and because you demand nothing you wouldn't give yourself. You carry a slight hero complex (it is what Eve noticed only one week after working under you). The instinct to put yourself between your team and danger, whether or not it’s needed, is deeply rooted inside you. Your people would walk through fire for you, but you'd walk through it for them first.
But beneath the serious mask of a leader, your dry humor loosens more and more with every sip of a drink at the nightly pub, as well as your eyes, since you do enjoy the company of women (perhaps even some men?) It is a tradition that after each successful case you and your team walk down to your second home, a tavern and pub, and take the well-earned time-out, because despite your commands and sometimes rebukes, they see you as a friend before they see their boss. You're a kind man, but even you struggle with things from your past you aren't proud of. Things you have done... You have tried to make up for them, to be better than what people might make out of you, because no matter what, the rumor of you actually being a bastard, a son born out of wedlock, have been whispered in some corners of Oxford, and it had made it once harder for you to look into your father's eyes with a genuine smile. The man who loved and taught you everything he knew. It made you question a lot of things, and sometimes... it still does.
As Lieutenant in the Guard, you lead your unit of Specialists in the hunt for stolen magical artifacts with an ease and strength that can't simply be taught. Under your command, your team has an incredibly high success rate of solved cases. That is not by chance, but because you know exactly how to use each person's strengths, and because you demand nothing you wouldn't give yourself. You carry a slight hero complex (it is what Eve noticed only one week after working under you). The instinct to put yourself between your team and danger, whether or not it’s needed, is deeply rooted inside you. Your people would walk through fire for you, but you'd walk through it for them first.
But beneath the serious mask of a leader, your dry humor loosens more and more with every sip of a drink at the nightly pub, as well as your eyes, since you do enjoy the company of women (perhaps even some men?) It is a tradition that after each successful case you and your team walk down to your second home, a tavern and pub, and take the well-earned time-out, because despite your commands and sometimes rebukes, they see you as a friend before they see their boss. You're a kind man, but even you struggle with things from your past you aren't proud of. Things you have done... You have tried to make up for them, to be better than what people might make out of you, because no matter what, the rumor of you actually being a bastard, a son born out of wedlock, have been whispered in some corners of Oxford, and it had made it once harder for you to look into your father's eyes with a genuine smile. The man who loved and taught you everything he knew. It made you question a lot of things, and sometimes... it still does.
Nyneve Darkmere
wanted by
- Oathbound
- 30 years old
- Specialist / Hunter for Stolen Magical Artifacts
- Single
- Jessica Alexander
Nyneve Darkmere, "Eve" to the very few who've earned it and simply Darkmere to those who want nothing greater to do with her, is the first daughter and third child of Lord Baelor Darkmere, a member of the High Council of the Magical Community. Because of her pact with the female demon Maraxa, she has gained the ability of Desire Detection and Manipulation. She can feel the deepest, most unspoken want in anyone she meets, and with practice, she's learned to enhance it, even reshape what it's aimed at. It's a gift most people find easier to fear than to understand.
She wears the reputation that comes with it: sharp-tongued, cold, manipulative, "the bitch with the lilac gloves." Society keeps its distance, and she's stopped minding... mostly. Underneath the armor is a girl who loves fiercely and deeply, who was raised to be the disappointing daughter next to a golden brother and a favored little sister, and who has never quite learned how to ask for anything she actually wants. Her only confidante being her brother Drystan, who works in the Guard, as well.
She didn't choose her transfer into your unit, and she made her displeasure about it very clear to you. Oh, how many times she rolled her eyes or smiled sweetly at you only to wait until you turned your back to her so she'd hold up her middle finger. Not very lady-like, but the good manners usually only come out when she needs to wield them, like all things, like a weapon. Because Eve, of all things, is a very defiant person and loves to show it. But what she found in your unit, against her own expectations, is the closest thing to a real family she's ever had, and... you—one very stubborn, very guarded man—who makes her go crazy with his careful approaches and five back-up plans (you usually keep them to yourself), but above all else, a man she absolutely does not want to feel anything for. Not that she does! Absolutely not!
She wears the reputation that comes with it: sharp-tongued, cold, manipulative, "the bitch with the lilac gloves." Society keeps its distance, and she's stopped minding... mostly. Underneath the armor is a girl who loves fiercely and deeply, who was raised to be the disappointing daughter next to a golden brother and a favored little sister, and who has never quite learned how to ask for anything she actually wants. Her only confidante being her brother Drystan, who works in the Guard, as well.
She didn't choose her transfer into your unit, and she made her displeasure about it very clear to you. Oh, how many times she rolled her eyes or smiled sweetly at you only to wait until you turned your back to her so she'd hold up her middle finger. Not very lady-like, but the good manners usually only come out when she needs to wield them, like all things, like a weapon. Because Eve, of all things, is a very defiant person and loves to show it. But what she found in your unit, against her own expectations, is the closest thing to a real family she's ever had, and... you—one very stubborn, very guarded man—who makes her go crazy with his careful approaches and five back-up plans (you usually keep them to yourself), but above all else, a man she absolutely does not want to feel anything for. Not that she does! Absolutely not!
Over time, a fragile respect grows between the two of you. You notice there's more to her than the rumors about her family ever suggested. Her snarky remarks actually make you smirk (barely, but she saw it nonetheless) and she does not roll her eyes as hard as she did at the beginning. No, instead you two hold each other's gazes longer than perhaps necessary, and her touch—accidentally, of course—does not make you flinch away or even angry. No... you actually discover that your newest addition to the team has softer skin than you had thought and a warm, genuine smile unlike the one she usually puts on. It's exactly then that a teammate plants a doubt in your ear: that Eve might be using her ability on you. It had been a silly joke, a little tease about seeing you become more cordial with her, considering you two usually look like you'd rip your heads off, but it stuck… it festered. You don't truly believe it; you fight against that evil thought. Eve would never try to make someone like you fall for her, but the thought settled in and won't quite leave again. It's impossible anyway that you'd have feelings for someone on your team. Fraternization is forbidden. It is only one of many things you cannot even entertain. After all, she’s the daughter of a wealthy aristocratic family—a family you despise—and... why do you even think about it? You two dislike each other. That's it!
Or is it?
And then Eve has the absolute ridiculous idea—apparently her own little vendetta against her family—to take you as her plus-one to the wedding of her oldest brother. She explains, it’s solely so her mother won't get her a date she is stuck with for the evening, and you could do it, to rile her father up, because the possible aneurysm he might get from seeing you with his daughter? The face alone is a vision so delicious, it is almost hard to say no to. So what do you say? Even if anything serious between you two might seem utterly impossible.
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You're in the wind, I'm in the water
Nobody's son, nobody's daughter
I'm on the run with you, my sweet love there's nothing wrong contemplating God