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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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An Orange for your thoughts
I made my own elven universe for this fic (and the RPG) please go see here; if you want to know more -Az ******************************************************\'
Ol had stayed at the abandoned house for months. Stayed as Tristan\'s friend and lover. The angel had made him forget time and place. Made him forget he was lonely and lost. Tristan had been overly attending, picking up on every little thing Ol had said, or every unspoken wish, or a wrinkle of his nose. The lf had thought it had been a question of time before this magnificent being would tire of this game, and of him. Since he did not feel he brought anything but bad things with him. He still had nightmares, but they were not as scary when he woke to two comforting arms, and a soothing voice.
Today Tristan had to take care of something, he would not tell Ol. So he had decided to venture to the marketplace, he was still trying to finish up on his skills as a pickpocket, which didn\'t seem to go too well. But he was determined to learn, for Tristan\'s sake, he had been supporting them until now, and even though he said it was no problem, Ol did not believe him.
He slipped out into to marketplace, and mingled in the masses buying, selling hustling and stealing, all in once big chaos.
After scooping out different victims, he decided on this darkelf who was apparently buried nose down in buying fruits. Ol snaked a hand in and tried to pry out the darkelf\'s wallet.
He bit his lip not to squeal like a girl when the elf suddenly turned around and twisted his arm, resting a dagger against his throat. \"Next time, pick yourself a easier target child\" he hissed, and let go of the terrified Ol
\"I w-will Sir\" he stuttered and looked upon the impressive darkelf. He had never seen one this close, and all the stories he had heard from his father on their immense blood thirst on the battlefield raced through his mind.
But then the darkelf did something Ol had not been prepared on. He brushed Ol\'s hair away from his cheek, and behind his ear \"A pureblood, aye?\" he said and blinked. Ol just nodded, too scared to say anything. He was convinced that he would be slain where he stood if he said anything.
\"\'Tis a rare sight\" the darkelf mused. \"Aren\'t you supposed to live with the rest of your goddamn snob kin, locked away from the rest of us?\"
Ol just nodded once more. Not quite understanding all words the elf said, he had started to understand a little of the human tongue, but he still did not master it to the fullest \"Im hiraetha\" (I am sorry) he whispered.
The darkelf seemed amused and smiled \"uuma dela\" (don\'t worry)
At this Ol\'s jaw dropped to the floor.. he spoke the tongue of the ancient ones, how could that be? He understood that Tristan did, for he spoke all tongues know in the universe, he was a eternal being, but this - this was a darkelf, a vicious killer without conscience, a elf fallen from his golden kin.
\"you seem chocked penneth\" (little one) the darkelf said and squatted down in front of Ol, reaching him a orange \"want one?\" he said as casually as was he asking direction. Ol did not dare to reject the offer, so he took the orange with a shaking hand. Still eyeing the other elf. \"Where have you learned?\" he whispered before trailing off, not remembering the words for the rest of the sentence.
\"Your language?\" the darkelf helped him \"Well penneth, I have lived long, seen much, heard much\"
That was a cryptic answer, and Ol was not sure he even wanted to know how this *thing* could have learned the holy language.
The darkelf then suddenly raised a brow and seemed to measure Ol, \"You know I can teach you\" he said in a soft voice \"I could save you from more embarrassing encounters like this\"
This somehow made Ol relax, and he began to peel his orange and thought about the offer, he DID want to learn it, so he could pay Tristan back, but buying him a grand dinner or some other trinket. So he nodded again, beginning to feel a bit stupid \"Uma\" (yes) he said in a small voice.
And the darkelf seemed to beam, upon hearing this. \"Then meet me here tomorrow at dawn, and we can begin the first lesson\"
\"Thank you..\" Ol stopped, he didn\'t even know his name..
\"Amdir\" the elf said, as had he read his mind. \"my name is Amdir Shadowblade\" he laid his hand right over his heart as a highelf or a pureblood would do.
\"I am Ol\" Ol said \"Ol Rem\'ea-dil\"
\"ahhhhhhhh, the dreamer of daylight\" Amdir said and smiled \"your nana and ada picked your name well\"
Ol felt himself blush slightly. \"hannad\" (thanks) he whispered \"tomorrow then?\"
\"tomorrow\" Amdir said and stood up.
Ol looked down in the ground, and quickly turned and almost fled the scenery. What had he just done?, he ad accepted the help of a darkelf, just to hopefully please Tristan. His ada would turn in his grave if he knew this.
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If any of you have read Crimson regrets, OR play the RPG, you will know who Amdir is,. And for the rest of you, You will quickly find out :P
FEEDBACK!!!!! Do anybody read this at all *pout*
-Az
Ol had stayed at the abandoned house for months. Stayed as Tristan\'s friend and lover. The angel had made him forget time and place. Made him forget he was lonely and lost. Tristan had been overly attending, picking up on every little thing Ol had said, or every unspoken wish, or a wrinkle of his nose. The lf had thought it had been a question of time before this magnificent being would tire of this game, and of him. Since he did not feel he brought anything but bad things with him. He still had nightmares, but they were not as scary when he woke to two comforting arms, and a soothing voice.
Today Tristan had to take care of something, he would not tell Ol. So he had decided to venture to the marketplace, he was still trying to finish up on his skills as a pickpocket, which didn\'t seem to go too well. But he was determined to learn, for Tristan\'s sake, he had been supporting them until now, and even though he said it was no problem, Ol did not believe him.
He slipped out into to marketplace, and mingled in the masses buying, selling hustling and stealing, all in once big chaos.
After scooping out different victims, he decided on this darkelf who was apparently buried nose down in buying fruits. Ol snaked a hand in and tried to pry out the darkelf\'s wallet.
He bit his lip not to squeal like a girl when the elf suddenly turned around and twisted his arm, resting a dagger against his throat. \"Next time, pick yourself a easier target child\" he hissed, and let go of the terrified Ol
\"I w-will Sir\" he stuttered and looked upon the impressive darkelf. He had never seen one this close, and all the stories he had heard from his father on their immense blood thirst on the battlefield raced through his mind.
But then the darkelf did something Ol had not been prepared on. He brushed Ol\'s hair away from his cheek, and behind his ear \"A pureblood, aye?\" he said and blinked. Ol just nodded, too scared to say anything. He was convinced that he would be slain where he stood if he said anything.
\"\'Tis a rare sight\" the darkelf mused. \"Aren\'t you supposed to live with the rest of your goddamn snob kin, locked away from the rest of us?\"
Ol just nodded once more. Not quite understanding all words the elf said, he had started to understand a little of the human tongue, but he still did not master it to the fullest \"Im hiraetha\" (I am sorry) he whispered.
The darkelf seemed amused and smiled \"uuma dela\" (don\'t worry)
At this Ol\'s jaw dropped to the floor.. he spoke the tongue of the ancient ones, how could that be? He understood that Tristan did, for he spoke all tongues know in the universe, he was a eternal being, but this - this was a darkelf, a vicious killer without conscience, a elf fallen from his golden kin.
\"you seem chocked penneth\" (little one) the darkelf said and squatted down in front of Ol, reaching him a orange \"want one?\" he said as casually as was he asking direction. Ol did not dare to reject the offer, so he took the orange with a shaking hand. Still eyeing the other elf. \"Where have you learned?\" he whispered before trailing off, not remembering the words for the rest of the sentence.
\"Your language?\" the darkelf helped him \"Well penneth, I have lived long, seen much, heard much\"
That was a cryptic answer, and Ol was not sure he even wanted to know how this *thing* could have learned the holy language.
The darkelf then suddenly raised a brow and seemed to measure Ol, \"You know I can teach you\" he said in a soft voice \"I could save you from more embarrassing encounters like this\"
This somehow made Ol relax, and he began to peel his orange and thought about the offer, he DID want to learn it, so he could pay Tristan back, but buying him a grand dinner or some other trinket. So he nodded again, beginning to feel a bit stupid \"Uma\" (yes) he said in a small voice.
And the darkelf seemed to beam, upon hearing this. \"Then meet me here tomorrow at dawn, and we can begin the first lesson\"
\"Thank you..\" Ol stopped, he didn\'t even know his name..
\"Amdir\" the elf said, as had he read his mind. \"my name is Amdir Shadowblade\" he laid his hand right over his heart as a highelf or a pureblood would do.
\"I am Ol\" Ol said \"Ol Rem\'ea-dil\"
\"ahhhhhhhh, the dreamer of daylight\" Amdir said and smiled \"your nana and ada picked your name well\"
Ol felt himself blush slightly. \"hannad\" (thanks) he whispered \"tomorrow then?\"
\"tomorrow\" Amdir said and stood up.
Ol looked down in the ground, and quickly turned and almost fled the scenery. What had he just done?, he ad accepted the help of a darkelf, just to hopefully please Tristan. His ada would turn in his grave if he knew this.
***************************************
If any of you have read Crimson regrets, OR play the RPG, you will know who Amdir is,. And for the rest of you, You will quickly find out :P
FEEDBACK!!!!! Do anybody read this at all *pout*
-Az