Armistice of Malice part 2.
I am sooooo happy you guys have stuck around for more of this hehe, here you go!
When his door swung fully open, Karmine was rather alarmed to see the guest standing in the door way with a rather unsettling sharky grin.
"Wwhale shello again darlin', wwhy'd you run off like that before I could properly introduce myself?"
With that the violet blood practically strut across the room so that he faced The Cancer properly and knelt, retrieving The Signless's hand giving it a brief kiss in an oh-so heroic manner.
"My name, for your convvenience is Icantheon Vverohkis Ampora. I am pleased beyond all measure to meet you...?"
"...Karmine Vantas...uh I mean Makara, I am married."
The mutant blood smiled nervously as The Orphaner returned to standing, he didn't seem to be embarrassed by that greeting at all.
"Oh don't tell me you're married to ol' StoneClawws, he ain't the most...attentativve of trolls you knoww."
The seadweller seemed to express genuine regret over that before looping an arm casually around the land-walker's waist pulling him up close, which Karmine immediately responded to by blushing brightly and attempting to push away from Icantheon.
"I know but...that doesn't bother me honestly."
In reality, Karmine was lying through his fangs. He longed for a loving touch, though he had unsuccessfully tried to pry himself away from the ocean-born...This was much better than his chaste dreams, so he hadn't tried very hard.
"Oh but...I am assumin' Mrs. Makara, you're so young and full of energy. Shorely a troll like yourself, one of copious beauty and talent has...a need or sevveral he simply cannot fulfill."
The twice-scarred troll pulled the nubby horn even closer, completely embracing him as to get a good feel of the preacher's body. Icantheon then quietly whispered.
"Trust me, I'vve seen that look before. I can cure all of your ills."
Karmine bit his lip before shaking his head and successfully breaking the seadweller's hold on him.
"I am sorry but I have to decline your offer, so please. Lord Ampora return to your sleeping quarters immediately. The sun is about to come up. I mean no offense I am simply dreadfully tired."
The mutant blood then feigned a yawn trying to convince the noble of his exhaustion. The Orphaner seemed to buy it and reluctantly returned to the staircase before giving the cancer one last glance.
"If you change your mind swweet thin', I am dowwn the hall from here. Sevventh door on your left."
With that the ocean-born retreated blowing a kiss to the embarrassed preacher before shutting the door. Once it clicked back into place Karmine tossed himself back onto his bed and hid amongst the blankets trying to forget that ever happened...But the violet blood's accent seemed to stick in his mind as did the smell of the sea and...vaguely of alcohol. All in all he liked it, more than a married troll should.
He found himself to be very lucky that he hadn't given into the noble's advances then and there, even though they were sudden and rather brazen at best. The Cancer couldn't recall the last time he and Malasana had...Ahem...Pailed, his body curled up slightly at the mere idea of it.
It left him feeling empty and rather hollow emotionally, like he'd simply been married out of convenience. Their relationship was mostly of utter silence, the Capricorn rarely said a word to him when he was home. Then he vanished for extended periods of time.
The more he thought about it, the more correct it seemed. He may be just and generally chaste in public view, but he did have needs despite the fact that the mere idea of it made him cringe. But even more cringe worthy was what that...strumpet of an Orphaner was suggesting...
Cheating on Malasana would be absolutely horrific if he found out, it was bad enough if Karmine even seemed to hint or offhandedly comment on someone's appearance...That seemed to trigger this slew of questions which had nothing to do with his original statement.
So he would be devastated if the supposed "troll of his dreams" became a splatter on the wall because of his selfish desires...
Meanwhile in The Orphaner's quarters.
This endeavor seemed to be going well, even if The Preacher was reluctant to come to him immediately. Icantheon had expected this to the point of near apathetic-ness, soon enough though he would have Karmine.
Marital obligations or not! That mutant blood was far to lovely and kind to be wasted upon that...Bloody savage, regardless of Malasana's high position in his caste. Military force at his disposal and a whole fuckton of insanity to go with it.
….The Sea-walker HAD to have that Cancer...
Even if it meant taking down an entire section of The Empire and waltzing straight to the Icy plains of frivolity and setting the Vast Communal Hive on glorious...wonderful...red...Fire.
He had heard through several reputable sources of this fortress in the west, in which was a strange blooded troll whom lamented by his window everyday. Someone had stolen a portrait of said mutant blood out of the castle itself, said picture now hung proudly in The Orphaner's bedroom.
On many a frigid night in his own home upon the shore he had gazed upon it, wondering about this mysterious nubby horned beauty who had this absolute misery in their eyes. This...desperate longing for someone to come forth and save him.
Oh yes, Icantheon fancied himself to be the Noble Knight who would rescue his Fair Preacher from the clutches of a Mockery of a Harlequin Dragon. Even if it meant sacrificing his countless fortunes and...His very life if need be, firstly though he had to convince Karmine of his good intentions. Probably...not at all what he had done up there, and he cursed himself for it. But...After all this time, staring and getting lost in his own rather...depraved imagination for so long had caused him to become rather callous in such affairs.
But he could work on that, he had plenty of suavity, besides. The Cancer seemed to be ready to swoon when he had held it like that. Goodness Gracos!?...could it be? Perhaps such a delicate creature LIKED being courted in such a improper manner?
Perhaps so, it wouldn't matter soon after all he would have another chance to work his quadrant magic come time for dinner. Icantheon prided himself on being a rather talented conversationalist, its just...He had to keep his eyes strictly away from the lovely form of his intended...It may ruin his chances ENTIRELY if he were to be caught simply staring.
In theory, the sea dweller could probably do it and leave his...well...blatantly...Whorish...you could say, mannerisms in his room away from prying eyes. After all he was extremely blessed not to have been seen by a wandering servant going up the stairs in such haste like that.
Anyway, it was best a strategy to show Karmine that paper he had recovered, this he had found in a tree coming here. And...now that he thought about it, the ripped fabric which it was wrapped in. Seemed extremely familiar...
The violet blood then paused, having a brief flash back remembering exactly what The Preacher had been wearing...A ripped cloak most notably, not at all the finery of a troll married to a royal.
So...He HAD found the cry for help which such a sweet and supposedly devote "wife" was too shy to verbally express, no matter. Dualscar would coerce the mutant to coming away with him. But he had plenty of time to properly woo said preacher.
No need to rush things...After all, they say a romance forged in haste. Often falls victim to contempt, The Orphaner was already addicted to the mutant, now he just had to pull the strings so Karmine felt the same.
Oh yes...The Cancer, would be his. Before this perigree was out.
[ Oooooh.~ We are starting to get some Drama, and are maybe getting a little bit of a better look at Dualscar's...erm...Stalkerish Personality. ]