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“Ugh, I hate these. Going into the Northwestern territory is always rough. I swear, they’re just all savages out here.” Sav’real snorts as he looks into the campfire he and the Captain share. Serpentine blue eyes look around them; there isn’t the normal merriment and drinking, no one is coming over to hit on the Captain as they usually do. Really, everyone is as far away from him as they can be and all are oddly quiet. “Someone die I’m not aware of? Why’s everyone acting so strange?” His gaze returns to Bal’thial, the Captain himself very distant and cold. He switches to his native language in case the information is confidential. “Why are you acting so strange? This isn’t like you, Bal’thial.” Mismatched eyes stare blankly into the roaring fire before him while his arms remain crossed beneath his chest and it takes a few moments for Sav’real’s words to even sink in, his mind far from this task. Blue and green pupiless pull away from the flames and shift over to meet serpentine blue and when he answers, his tone is just a little flat. “They have been slack these days in their duties and I have put a stop to it. I will allow them their drink when they prove to me they have it in them to be the best our Queen expects from her finest” He smirks before returning his gaze back to the shifting warmth, a distance once again crawling into his eyes. “I am not acting strange… I am simply acting as I should as a commanding officer of her guard...” Sav’real shakes his head. Does Bal’thial think he’s stupid? He’s distant, possibly even hurt and he wants to know why. “Bullshit. Something’s up, I know you and you know you can’t hide things from me. I haven’t heard of any ruckus concerning Kso’ppghiel. Has he finally started to behave?” Whatever’s going on, the Captain’s unhappy and he doesn’t like seeing it in someone he’s come to call a friend. A quiet incredulous laugh slips free of Bal’thial’s lips before he even realizes it and narrows his eyes in the slightest, shifting them to meet Sav’real’s blue. “Started to behave? The man is hers, completely broken and lost to her spell, following her every word like an obedient dog and no different than her others…” He snarls in the slightest at his own words, disgusted simply to have them leaving his lips before a sigh slips free and he turns his gaze back to the fire before him. “You had been right, her intended plan worked and while I give it to him that he lasted weeks longer than the others… I just… never expected him to give completely in.” “So it is about him…” Sav’real smirks. “Thought so.” He ignores the pointed look he receives from the Captain. “I don’t buy it though, not Mithghiiel’s son, not that fast. I knew what she was doing but I really didn’t think it’d work. He’s too smart for that and from what you’ve told me, really not interested in any other creature. Her main use for him is going to be sex. But what I don’t get is why you seem so upset about it. I thought all you wanted from him was a rematch. If he’s obedient, there’s more of a chance that can happen because he’ll actually be… alive, more so in a sense. Did something happen?” “Many things happened…” Bal’thial says quietly. “None of it matters. I have no right to be upset that he is willing to become her next plaything, chained to her bed while she takes him time and time again. For someone who claims to be so uninterested in physical contact of any kind, he walked pretty swiftly into her arms… ” closing his eyes as the full measure of his own works sinks in, the Captain uncrosses his arms and slides his knees up to drape them across while allowing his head to dip between them in the slightest. “I thought all I wanted was a rematch as well…” metal adornments capping long horns chime softly as he shakes his head. “I am such a fool.” The feathered creature snorts. “Told ya.” His smile fades as Bal’thial frowns at him. “I’m still not convinced he’d go so fast, despite what his actions are. That kind of fire doesn’t quell so easy and people don’t suddenly just up and become whores either. If things happened, perhaps he wasn't so much running to her as distancing himself from you. You two had been moderately getting along for a while, right? Well, as much as you could… Why would he suddenly go from getting along with you and hating her to the opposite without reason?” Sav’real shakes his head. “You never get like this, no one ever fazes you. He does. Can you really spend the next decade or so seeing him on an almost daily basis?” “What choice have I beyond giving up a position I have worked hard to attain and going mercenary once again?” The Captain sighs as he pulls his head free without removing his arms and allows it to fall back, long braided plaits pooling behind him as he does so. “I doubt it an option, Queen Io’fayl does not give up what she deems as hers and never has so I am in doubt she would simply allow me to walk away if I chose it” narrowing his eyes as he stares up towards the darkened sky above, his voice comes in almost a whisper. “I… touched what I never should have touched, Sav’real… and while I am not surprised he ran considering the circumstances… I am that it was her arms he ran to. It would have been better if he had simply have hated me…” “Yup, still not convinced she fully has him yet.” Sav’real shakes his head. “He’s been around long enough to realize that all he’d have to do is speak up to her if something happened and you wouldn’t be sitting here having this conversation with me right now. He ran back to her probably knowing it’d get him away from you. If he wanted you completely gone, I’m pretty sure he’d have figured out a way to get rid of you himself. He’s not Tir’snin, he’s not going to let her do all his dirty work or go sob in a corner when she’s not paying attention to him.”
Kso’ppghiel’s mind swims in a haze, movement and voices filtering in but not completely there. He tries to open his eyes but they refuse to focus, there is someone with him, he’s sure of it, but beyond that… A small moan leaves him as the movements of the one above become pleasurable. He isn’t used to this, but it isn’t a bad thing. His eyes reopen again and the figure comes slightly into focus, eyes staring down at him. He tries to make out the color. Hips begins to rock as he moves with the person above, eyes searching again to see a mismatched pair of blue and green staring back at him. Hair he imagines to be white brushing across his skin and his moans become louder when release takes him over. “Finally…” Io’fayl’s pleased and tired voice reaches him and be bolts up, finally realizing who it had been this whole time. What just happened? Why did he think he was with the Captain? Why is he thinking about the Captain at all? Kso’ppghiel removes himself from under the Queen quickly, distancing himself as far as possible out on the terrace and not saying a word.
 Sav’real laughs aloud. “Mithghiiel was far from a saint, he’d never go out of his way to harm an innocent and he’d always give you a chance to prove yourself, but he was cruel and ruthless when he had to be. In war, look out, you’re as good as dead and not in the pretty, clean way. Watching Kso’ppghiel fight was like seeing him again. I’m not expecting a copy, but I am expecting he would have taught his son right.” Serpentine eyes meet mismatched blue and green. “You don’t misjudge people. Ever. You never have and it’s one of the reasons you’re in this position. You care because you have interest in him beyond camaraderie. It’s pretty simple from the outside. You also know it’s a dangerous position to take. You can’t force yourself to feel something one way or the other, you just feel it.”
 His Queen frowns, she’s being far too permissive with Kso’ppghiel’s behavior, allowing him to pull away from her like he is. But she’s not an idiot, if she pushes, he will only pull away more. For the first time since his father, a man is dictating her emotions. This is something he will have to remedy within himself soon otherwise things will return to hard discipline when her patience wears thin. “Where is your Captain?” The words are barely a whisper from Kso’ppghiel’s lips. Io’fayl blinks. “Why is this important? Bal’thial means nothing to me where you are concerned. I have sent him to guard Sav’real as he gathers information for me, he will return in three days time.” A small smile forms over her lips as she walks close to the blonde once more. “Are you jealous of the attention I show him?” Her Harbinger says nothing but his body language shifts slightly and she takes that to be a yes. “Do not worry, there is none that can take your place, Kincaid …”
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