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Title: The one where Blackbird gets too much

Prompt: The group, now accompanied by Vocruen, stop by the small village where Veloce had grown up, knowing full well that the high confessor would not think twice of looking there. Needing immediate medical attention, the small faction stayed with Keritzel's tutor for a few days.

Inspired by watching Hercules: Legendary Adventures and Xena: Warrior Princess lolol

Vocruen was more than happy as he blissfully ignored the chattering of the small faction near him. Seated alone, he was stealing mystery bird meat under Weirin's watchful eye and while trying to concentrate on official release papers sent from the head Regent of Maelstrom regarding the prohibition of him and Veloce.

Veloce… come to think of it, he hadn't seen his ward for a few days. Vladimir had given her a room in the attic where 'she won't make too much noise.'

Funny, he never thought of his ward as noisy. What could she possibly be doing?

Vocruen was immediately aware of a sudden hush. Meron took a few cautious steps back and disappeared through the backdoor mumbling needing more food, and vanishing bird meat.
Blackbird stood, clutching the sides of the doorway with her face twisted in pain. Trying but failing, she hid a good portion of her face with the trademark red scarf and made slow movements; as if dragging herself to Vocruen's table.

What Vocruen saw was a physically and emotionally exhausted woman, and as she limped toward him. Her once tanned skin was now as pasty as a sheet of parchment. One of her hands firmly grasped the table and in one fluid moment, she roughly sat down from across him. Vocruen winced hearing her joints creak.

"… Assassin." Vocren frowned. For a moment, Blackbird's white eyes flickered.

"…You must be the Summoner." Blackbird jeered in return.

Iriel and Eqin both stared at the assassin from across the room but immediately looked away when Blackbird's white laser eyes grazed them.

Weirin arrived to place a plate of a hot lunch in front of the assassin. Blackbird waited her brow ceasing as she struggled to make small talk.

"Summoner."

"Yes?" Vocruen raised an eyebrow, putting his parchment down. "What is it?"

"Well…"

"If there is a problem between you and my ward, I can try to help."

For a second, Blackbird's cruel white eyes almost pierced him. Coughing apologically she began. "It's about Veloce."

"What's wrong with Master Visrin? She is well?"

"She's fine. But… I guess…"

"What of Veloce?"

"She… I think… I g-guess you could say s-she's been enthusiastic."

Vocruen scratched his head. "Yes, she was like that when she was younger."

"WHAT?"

"It's not unusual for a young girl like her; she probably gets excited for every new book—like Iriel when he inherited the Book of Elements."

"You've never been the book, Vocruen."

"I beg your pardon?" Vocruen stopped. "Are we talking about the same thing?"

Blackbird's face burned unnaturally. "Depends, though I'm sure you weren't talking about se---"

"NO. I WAS NOT." Vocruen fought to keep his mouth straight. "It's a very normal response for a young woman--."

"Summoner. We've been going on for five days and five nights."

"…Continuously? You take breaks, don't you?"

Blackbird shuddered. "Sort of… we start touching and cuddling and you know how things ALWAYS lead to another."

The sorcerer tried to look anywhere but at the woman sitting across from him. "I don't… Where is my master now?"

"She went out for a walk."

"Ah?"

"She said she wanted to work out her legs."

"Ah."

"She can crack chestnuts with her thighs already!" Blackbird wailed, also bringing up giggles in the dining room as well as a few peculiar looks; all of which dissolved when the assassin gave a quick glare.

"Hmm…" Vocruen scratched his chin thoughtfully. "You've been giving Veloce positive attention once you broke off all ties with Katheryn, haven't you?"

Blackbird only glared. "Of course!"

"Let me try this again, Does Veloce know how you feel?"

Blackbird shook her head, as she began digging into her lunch.

Vocruen continued. "Why don't you just talk to her about this?"

"I just can't keep my hands off her!"

Another round of giggles arouse in the dining room.

Vocruen rubbed his temples. "You know… I would have thought the assassin of mages-"

"the most feared assassin!" Blackbird corrected proudly.

"I thought you had more… stamina than that."

"Hey! Everyone has limits."

"…" Vocruen snorted, hiding his mirth.

Blackbird hissed. "What's so funny?"

"Well…There's you." He pointed to the assassin as she carelessly wiped her mouth on her scarf. "And there's my little angel…"

Blackbird resisted the urge to carve her blade into his face. "She…she just wants to learn more! I've done moves that blown off all the tops of my lovers before but she says they just inspire her!"

Vocruen laughed even as Blackbird placed a hand on her hilt. "Oh, come now. You cannot tell me that you don't see humor in this! Besides, I refuse to be involved in this… love spat."

Blackbird sat down once more. "Can you please just talk to her? You're like a brother to her." She pleaded as her exhaustion made evident on her face.

"All the more awkward for me to even approach this topic to my master." Vocruen signed the scroll and proceeded to roll it up. "There are no promises, but I will try to talk to her."

--- Later ---

Vocruen nervously approached the wooden door and knocked apprehensively.

There was a turn of a lock and the door parted and Veloce appeared wearing no more than the simple garments she borrowed from Keritzel. "Ah, Vocruen."

She stepped aside. Vocruen was about to sit on the bed, only to stiffen in horror and selected the chair in the corner. Just as his rear touched the wood, he quickly stood up remembering his old bachelor days and resolved to standing and never touching anything in this room ever again.

"Why don't you sit, Vocruen?" Veloce asked as she made herself comfortable near the floor, books spread about.

"I must decline. Well…" Vocruen sucked his teeth. "Blackbird seems… tired."

For a moment, a hint of mischievousness passed through Veloce's face but she hid it well as she flipped through the pages absentmindedly. "Yes, she does. Does she not?"

"You know full well what you are doing." It wasn't a statement though more of accusation. If Veloce picked up his subtle message, she didn't show any signs.

"Not at first, but I think I've gotten the hang of it now. And I do mean hang. You know those roof supporters."

Vocruen covered his eyes and looked away.

"I have a whole new appreciation for the houses built in this village, now."

Vocruen uncovered his eyes and glared at his ward. "Are you doing this to her purposely?"

"Why, whatever do you mean?"

"As in revenge?"

"For what?" Veloce opened another book and slowly ruffled the corners. "Vocruen, in a few days we're going to be back on the move again. We're running from the army and the soldiers of the High Confessor; who knows if we're guaranteed the rest of our lives."

Vocruen sighed and gently placed his hand on his ward's shoulder. "No, I can't guarantee that… But you can't have a lifetime of sex in one week."

"I can still try."

"Did you tell this to Blackbird?"

"No."

"Will you tell her?"

Veloce didn't answer.

---FIN OR IS IT? ---

The only plot of the prompt above is just to have the situation; that is all lol

Anyone else is free to continue from there.