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Young Justice

Location: Justice League Watchtower
Interactions: Cyborg
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VIK/CTORS

Cyborg and Viktor sat side by side conducting watch duty, which was mostly known as the most boring responsibility of the Justice League’s members. Sit in front of a super computer for hours while providing support to other heroes. It allowed for a way for the League to cover their bases across the globe. However, if there was little to no activity, the duty just made for a good icebreaker opportunity between you unfamiliar members or uncomfortable silence.

“This is incredible.” Viktor commented as he hovered over the control console.

“Every now and then someone appreciates it.” Cyborg commented as he stared at one of the monitors. He was often tagged for this duty considering he never needed sleep and him being here was like having two super computers working off of each other.

“They likely don't recognize the worth of this. Stormcaller would love this… she'd love the Watchtower.”

“She?” Cyborg gave Viktor a telling look who shook his head.

“No. She's just somewhat like the Mr. Terrific of our team. Was going to work with NASA before she received her abilities. Cora has plenty of knowledge and is always looking for ways to improve upon herself. For her, good is appropriate for today and better is appropriate for the next. She and I have this mindset in common. That is all.”

“Alright. Just checking, Vik. I can always give some advice on things that aren't so mission focused.”

“Like dating? It could ruin the dynamics of our team.”

“You sound like Grayson…”

“Well, he and I-”

“He folded. And guess what? Didn't change a thing when we had to save the day. Sure, maybe there were a few small hurdles but nothing big.” Cyborg shrugged before pointing at Viktor. “Vik, listen, when you're on a team like yours, stronger bonds don't make you weaker… I'm not sayin’ you gotta shack up with someone but don't be afraid of it… and don't overthink it.”

“But it requires some thought, no? Practicing favoritism is easily undertaken when you have a stronger relationship with someone versus the rest of the team. And that favoritism can lead to making poor operational decisions.”

“And recognizing that problem means you’ll keep that in mind, right? You're smart, sure, but you think too hard about the simple things, Vik. Enjoy the moment! Not everything's a mission. If you like someone, you like them. You told me Viktor and Rain aren't the same guy. One wears a visor with an almost decent HUD and the other looks at the world through his own two eyes.”

“Hmm.”

“And you're still overthinking it.” Cyborg shook his head.

“It's a habit.” Viktor shrugged.

“Sometimes a bad one. Especially, when you're not suited up… Listen, Vik, find a way to relax. I mean, really, relax. Make progress on that and I'll consider upgrading some of that equipment of yours. Deal?”

“Hmm…”

“Vik!” Cyborg caught him doing it again.

“Fine. Deal.” There was a brief moment of silence between them before Viktor shot Cyborg a look and spoke up. “Almost decent HUD?”

Young Justice

Location: Justice League Watchtower
Interactions: Cyborg
Mentions:

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VIK/CTORS

“Booyah.”

“Ehhh… You're gettin’ there but you need to put a little more oomph into it.” Cyborg commented as he and Viktor walked side by side through the main corridor of the Justice League Watchtower. “It’s helluva lot better than the first time though, so we're at least gettin’ somewhere with that.”

“Thanks but, I still don't see how this will help me improve my teamwork or mission oversight skills.” Viktor looked puzzled.

“You’re just looking at it in the short term, Vik. A QB could have all the hours of practice in the world, and the man won't see his good work paid off until game-day.” Cyborg nodded thinking back to his days of highschool football.

“Like training one's core or marksmanship fundamentals. But… Booyah?” Viktor replied before nodding at some passing heroes.

“It’s energy. The type you need more of if you're saying it the way you do. Vik, if you get anything out of these two weeks, it’s learning to live a little.” He put a heavy hand on Viktor's shoulder and the two stopped in the corridor.

“Live a little… I guess I cantake that into consideration, Cyb-, Victor… Vic.”

“There it is. All your own. It's finally starting to kick in. Now, are you ready for some combat drills?” Cyborg smirked.

“Of course.” Cyborg leaned in and put a hand behind his ear as if he was hard of hearing.

“Sorry, Vik. Kinda hard to hear you without that energy we've been talkin’ about.” He caused Viktor to avert his gaze.

What am I meant to say? My words aren't wrong. My approach seems correct but I lack… energy? I have to learn to live a little? Vitkor faced Cyborg again.

“Still can't quite hear ya, Vik.”

“Hear this then! You're losing this time!” Cyborg was briefly taken aback.

“If it's anything like the last time, y-” Viktor placed his on Cyborg's shoulder.

“I’m not losing twice.” Viktor said with a confident grin reminiscent of the Akakichi no Eleven Redraws meme.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: 11 a.m.
Location: Edin Theater
Interaction:
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Lorenzo could tell immediately that's Anastasia wasn't a fan of his opening speech but he could not dare put spotlight on his rivals. If he had not been chosen to be on this stage, he would have lauded them all from the audience. As she reluctantly took her place beside him, Lorenzo peered over at her. For a moment, his strong demeanor faltered against her words and her expression. He really did like Princess Anastasia, and now wondered if what he did had been worth it. Questioning his actions before feeling Kier randomly nibble at his collar.

Kier was right! Lorenzo has to take this emotion and let him fuel him even more.

“Princess Anastasia… thank you. You've given me the boost I need, lovely muse,” he whispered. “Use that cello to break their hearts as you did mine just now. I didn't mean those harsh but, now I know I was meant to say them. Help me deliver a tragedy, princess. One they won't forget.” Lorenzo shot her a tear-eyed wink. He stood strong, looking at the crowd before spilling his emotions as the cello played.

“Love! What is it I ask you all? Whatever your answer, shelter it in your hearts as I recite my piece!” Lorenzo cleared his throat once before he began.

“A man of mild wealth lived happy and free,
No worries, fears, responsibilities,
In time love found him and entered his life,
Tenderness, passion, makings of a wife,
The thought refused, wishing for loneliness,
Love is powerful, one cannot contes’,
Befalling kings, queens, peasants, and free men,
Remains beautiful again and again,

This is love.” Lorenzo paused a solemn expression now on his face. He pet Kier softly before continuing

“How could this man be free against it all?
Impossible! He just braced for the fall,
The warmth, into the tenderness he went,
This is love, no fighting, this is what was meant,
Did he appreciate her love? Did he?
Yes, but it soon became something deadly,
The pain, into the abuse he endured,
Clipped wings and caged, no different than a bird,

This was love.

A pet to show off, trophy of marriage,
Faking glee, hiding every miscarriage,
Tender bruises, warm blood, it was the price,
Then came the worst, a sharp knife meant to slice,
Screams and broken things, alcohol mustered,
Matter of time til the worst was ushered,
Darkness, emptiness, the man had vanished,
So did the woman, her life was banished,

Was this… love?” Lorenzo blinked a few times but continued. He was far from done. This was far from over. He reached down and picked up one of the red petals and held it as if he’d recite the poem to it.

“It was not long til he found someone new,
Fine, bottle-shaped, her color, a red hue,
She never fussed, never screamed, never fought,
Helped him to bed, gifted him what he sought,
Was it freedom, of course, freedom from pain,
Freedom from sadness, yet the loss remain,
This love, one-sided but she made him feel!
Made him feel nothing, so he could not heal,

This is love.

Isolated, his desire for her grows,
Can't let her go, and no one even knows,
Never abandoned, always takes her in,
Deeper, he wipes her juices from his chin,
His eyes roll back, any more will kill him,
Deeper, now he's at the edge, on the rim,
She can take him where he seeks to escape,
Deeper, his eyes shut, his mouth left agape,

This was love.” Lorenzo smiled weakly at the audience, his expression without a hint of the strength he had at the start.

“Then he wakes, the man is so far from death,
Heavy, labored, and weakly was his breath,
With his mistress, he wished to die alone,
Fall to tenderness and passion like stone,
Hard and heavy, to become still, lifeless,
Rid his heart of this feeling of tightness,
Send him on to the woman from before,
Heaven? Hell? It mattered not on which door…

Was this… love?” Lorenzo dropped the poppy petal. It grabbed Kier’s attention, causing the ferret to scurry to its landing. “Thank you.” He performed a bow.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: 11 a.m.
Location: Edin Theater
Interaction: Anastasia, Wulfric, Morrigan, Edin, Alibeth, Auguste
Mention: Kazumin, Drake, Farim

After briefly conversing with Princess Anastasia and the others, Lorenzo quickly isolated himself to a small wooden stool in a corner backstage. He kept oddly silent and to himself. Alone with only Kier constantly shifting on his shoulder. It was in this isolation that Lorenzo listened to the explosive applause from the audience with each passing performance. Every cheer, clap, and whistle reverberated through his very soul, igniting a flame of competitiveness in him. Ever since he signed up to perform this day, Lorenzo knew this stage and audience was his to claim. Princess Anastasia be damned. She would assuredly cap this midday event but he would be the climax. Farim, Drake, Kazumin… what are their performances besides the rising action leading up to my own. Only, I, the Duke Vermillion could come up with such a strategy. Only the Duke of Vermillion can wow the audience while the sun is at its highest! The gods will bear witness to Duke Lorenzo Vikena of Vermillion!

Lorenzo mentally motivated himself, fueling his confidence to dangerous levels that had always preceded disaster. The fool had every ingredient for catastrophe. A grand public audience to include the Royal family, his delusional confidence, a dose of “medicine”, and of course, his ferret. Everything was set, and it was too late to stop Lorenzo.

“I guess it's my turn now.” Lorenzo's voice held such a deeper pitch to it than usual that people might have mistaken who spoke. Even his gait was different as he walked with a relaxed yet confident swagger passed a group of the staff working the stage with only a brief glance in their direction. He gave them his acknowledgement but not his attention. Despite Lorenzo's odd aloofness, Kier stared directly at the others with his beady eyes, possibly being watchful of where Farim’s feathered friend was for his own safety.

Stepping around the curtains, Lorenzo walked quietly to the center stage and into the spotlight. Lorenzo only found it fitting for him to flex his aura first, looking across those in attendance before his eyes met the viewing box holding the royal family. It was at this moment, his lips formed into a smug smirk. One that could alarm the recipients of this slight but distinct expression. He wanted a reaction. He wanted to know they could feel his powerful aura leaking out from his emblazoned soul.

Lorenzo then performed a bow, still silent. Kier moved onto the nape of his master's neck to avoid falling, his nails momentarily digging into Lorenzo but the man did not budge. He couldn't! Not now!

As Lorenzo waved his left hand to the side, several members of the audience stood, unveiling brass instruments. Most notably… trumpets. The abrupt act caused many in the crowd to exchange whispers amongst themselves. The band marched onto the stage while the duke maintained his postured bow as they took their positions on either side of him while keeping their distance for the ferret’s sake.
Next, three women left the audience stepping onto the stage. Two stood on either side of the trumpet adorned in pink dresses with red ribbon wands. The third woman, also wearing a pink dress positioned herself behind Lorenzo holding only a hand woven basket filled with something red in color.

Standing up straight and proud, Lorenzo looked to his right. This stage… Lorenzo looked to his left. ...is mine. Once he returned his gaze to the center, the band began.

As the musicians played, the ribbon wand bearers performed their graceful dance, twirling their bands of red, like impassioned painters striking red through the air. Finally from behind Lorenzo, red poppy petals were tossed, raining down upon him and Kier at the center.

Once complete, the band and the women exited to the backstage.

“King Danrose, Queen Danrose, Sorian, Caesonia and honored guests! The Duke of Vermillion is here! I am here to display the greatness of the most splendid region in the greatest kingdom in the world! Who better than Duke Lorenzo Vikena!” Lorenzo glared across the crowd.

“Do I hear Varians?! Alidasht?! Anyone to challenge my claims?! Of course not! One nation showed us how he plays with his pigeon, while the other dared not to expose the lack of artistry and talent!” Lorenzo shook his head with disapproval. “They could not even share the stage with a young man who was likely raised on a farm! And don't even allow me mention the young lord, Drake Edwards…” He chuckled. “Let a proud Caesonian show you what raw talent is! Poetry at its pinnacle! Prepare yourselves!!!”

Lorenzo stomped his foot down with strength, creating a loud thud.

“Princess Danrose! Your cello is needed! Please, it would be my honor to have none other than the jewel of Caesonia set the somber mood for my piece!”

Young Justice

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September 17^th, after the debriefing

Dropping off Metamorph’s mask at the Watchtower had taken more time than Viktor wanted, leaving him with no other option than to walk onto the obstacle course in his gear. Being late was not an option, even if he wasn't sure Will would show up to meet him. Removing his helmet as he approaches one of the stacks of large tires, Viktor revealed his ever-stoic visage.

From behind Viktor, a voice rang out.

“An obstacle course was not the setting I had pictured for our first fight, I’m not interested in racing you on the monkey bars.” His comment caused Viktor to make a slight and brief smirk.

Quiver, the clear outcast on the team, had entered the obstacle course from the other end. He was collapsing his bow back into his shoulder case as he spoke.

He was looking around, taking in the memories he had of the training sessions the team went through here. He hadn’t been here since he had left his Talon persona behind.

“If you invited me to talk, I don’t have much in me at the moment, I’m afraid. Some of your friends are upset I’m unwilling to give the League or Metamorph the benefit of the doubt, and my punishment was the implication it was my fault for leaving the team when I did.”

“And they're wrong for saying that.” He set his helmet down in the grass. “Leaving the team was clearly something you needed. Maybe the others haven't noticed but… you've changed. Perhaps that's what you needed. You weren't in a coma, and your body wasn't destroyed, but you required healing, yes?” He cocked an eyebrow as he asked.

Quiver could feel Viktor looking at him - really looking at him - and had to avert his eyes. His brow furrowed and he looked irritated, but he wasn’t really. It was the frustration of the exposure. Or maybe it was just the person he wasn’t expecting was the one to see it.

“Everyone here talks a big game about growing and trying to get better. Was it so wrong that this wasn’t the place for me to do it? Casper and Daphne were the only teammates that tried to connect with a version of me that wasn’t able to. When they were gone…let’s face it. I was just in the way. Even if Black Canary says we’re a team, I didn’t feel that way. And I’m not sure how to feel even now.”

While Quiver was talking, he felt himself fiddling with various pieces of equipment nearby.

“You think it’s worse to have someone on the team with my attitude or someone on the team who almost killed 2 of us?”

Viktor frowned and crossed his arms at the question presented to him. It was so easy to admit that the latter was worse. It was clearly the correct answer but he didn't like the idea of choosing between such a thing. But if he had to…

“The latter is worse… but KJ isn't just someone and neither are you. I won't justify what he did that night, and that is why I agreed to have him benched… But that moment doesn't define the person I know he is. And your moment of anger doesn't define who you are either.” Viktor shook his head as he walked toward Quiver’s position. “Do you remember what happened here? Our first time. Do you remember what happened to you?” He made a quick glance toward the large gap crossing on the obstacle course.

Quiver looked over. Absent-mindedly rubbing at his throat.

“Green Arrow would say that there are worse things to happen to you than a beautiful woman choking you.” His mentor’s sense of humor may have made its way out, but Quiver knew what Viktor was getting at.

“I don't blame you for your anger toward him or the League even… I felt similar when everything seemed to go wrong all at once.” Viktor furrowed his brow upon remembering what he considered the lowest time for the team. “So, I won't tell you how to feel. I can only tell you that I want you and KJ on the team. I will see that you recover, and not alone. And I will confront the one who attacked our team and ensure the incident at the docks never occurs again.” He balled his right hand into a fist. Not in anger but in frustration in not knowing what he would do when that time came. “And I know what I say next may not change anything but I apologize that ever had to happen to any of you.” Viktor averted his gaze with it being his turn to feel vulnerable.

Quiver was surprised to hear the things coming from Viktor. The apology, feeling as earnest as it was, sort of came out left-field. Or at least it just felt like that. Since the two of them had been on the team, there was an animosity based primarily on Quiver’s own toxicity and Viktor’s seriousness. Of everyone on the team, these two were the most similar in terms of their training and their abilities, and it didn’t take a therapy session with Black Canary to know that undoubtedly this was cause for a jealous rivalry, even if it just seemed one-sided. In truth, Viktor’s idea of their rivalry had changed into something healthier. Competition, without the animosity. The two could both learn from each other and in time, improve upon themselves while ensuring complacency was never a factor.

Part of Quiver got pissed all over again. Viktor being so considerate of his feelings. When all Quiver has been wanting this whole time from him was the chance to beat him in a fight? It was preposterous. But Quiver knew that that was irrational, and to disregard Viktor’s olive branch at face value when he had taken the time to hear him out and even agree with him on some of his points would be incredibly petty.

“You know I’d have thought you and I would have broken out into a fight sooner. That we’re heading straight to a collision that climaxes in some bloody confrontation.”

“You’re completely alone with that thought. This. I think this was better.”

Quiver turned around and headed for the exit, while Viktor walked over to retrieve his helmet. He’d stick around for a moment. He did leave this conversation with something- no. He left this conversation with someone to think about.

“Next time, then.”

“We owe that to each other, so yes. Next time.”

Young Justice

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MENTORSHIP

SOUNDTRACK

S E C R E T S A N C T U A R Y

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^{September 19th, 2021 | 9:00am. | Happy Harbor, Rhode Island}

Two days after their mission debriefing and losing Metamorph, the Team was called into the Debriefing Room yet again but this time, several individuals were there to greet them. Standing beside Red Tornado were Martian Manhunter, Hal Jordan, Martin Stein, John Constantine, and Cyborg. Seated at the briefing table was Starfire, Static, Jessica Cruz, and Ronnie Raymond. They all seemed to be making small talk amongst themselves and enjoying Red Tornado’s freshly baked cookies until members of the Team entered.

“They’re here.” Starfire announced with a welcoming smile.

“They remind you of the good ol’ days, huh Star?” Cyborg commented in reference to the Titan team.

“Good morning, Team.” Red Tornado greeted. “As a means to broaden and strengthen your skills in the field, you will each be partnered with one of the heroes that were more than happy to mentor you for a period of two weeks.” He outstretched his arm toward the other heroes all holding up colored index cards with the names of their mentees. “The details and agendas of your mentorships will be tailored by your chosen heroes to aid you in your needed and desired coaching. Some may have the chance to return to the Tower daily, while others will have room and board facilitated by their mentors. With that said, take advantage of these two weeks and please… help yourself to the post-breakfast cookies I’ve prepared.” Red Tornado wasn't concerned that it was too early for chocolate chip cookies. He was just too damned proud of them. The cookies and the Team.

After introductions and cookies, the Team was given time to make any preparations needed before they embarked on a new adventure! How much will the Team grow in two weeks?! Will Metamorph ever be found?! Find out on the next episode of Young Justice!

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Alexander & Mina

Flashback! Evening of Sola 24

Mina had hoped the carnival would be a welcome distraction from the tumultuous events of earlier that day. The vibrant lights, cheerful laughter, and the tempting aroma of sweet treats offered a brief respite from her troubled mind. She felt a mix of apprehension and determination, knowing she needed a break from the constant stress.

As she stood in line for a funnel cake, Mina tried to focus on the simple joy of the moment. She told herself that indulging in a sugary treat might lift her spirits, even if just for a little while. Yet, the recent heartbreak and the dark confrontation with her uncle weighed heavily on her. She felt an ache in her chest, a mixture of sadness and anger, but she was determined to find some semblance of happiness tonight.

Finally, she received her funnel cake and stepped aside to request more honey and powdered sugar. The attendant obliged, and Mina turned to leave, her mind still clouded with the day's events. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the person in front of her until it was too late.

She bumped into someone, her funnel cake smashing against her chest, leaving her cleavage covered with honey and powdered sugar. "Oh my goodness, I am so sorry!" She exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she dabbed at her chest with a napkin.

Glancing up, she was mortified to realize the person she had collided with was none other than Alexander. Recognizing him made the situation even more embarrassing, especially with that startled and guilty look on his face.

"Well," she said with a wry smile, trying to make light of the situation.

Well? He met her uneasy smile with one that so easily gave away his desire for her.

"I suppose this is one way to ensure I won't go unnoticed tonight." She continued to dab at her chest, her blush deepening. "I guess I'm just sweetening the deal for everyone here."

“Mina. Look at me.” Alexander instructed as he took her hand. “Allow me to assist you… without giving these people such a show.” He nodded toward a space between two smaller tents. “We can share my funnel cake.” He had been in the middle of his order after all. He turned to face the attendant at the funnel cake stand. “I would like to order what she had, please.”

Mina's eyes were drawn to their joined hands, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver through her. She then followed his instructions and looked up to meet his gaze, the desire in his eyes clear and unmistakable. Despite the embarrassment, or perhaps because of it, she felt a surge of boldness. Maybe this was the distraction she needed, a way to forget her troubles, even if only for a little while.

"Wishing to keep the show all to yourself, Mr. Deacon?" she teased, her voice light and flirtatious. "I suppose I can't blame you for that. Besides, who am I to refuse such a generous offer?"

“Now there’s the Mina I met at the brunch” Alexander briefly faced her before his freehand reached out to grab the new freshly-made funnel cake. “It’s absolutely perfect.”

Her playful smile returned as she glanced towards the space between the two smaller tents. The idea of sharing his funnel cake, away from the prying eyes of the carnival-goers, was more appealing than she cared to admit.

"Lead the way," she said, her tone both inviting and mischievous. "I'm curious to see how well you handle sticky situations."

“Curious? Really?” He guided her by hand toward the tents with a grin. “Are you sure it's not excitement, Lady Blackwood?” It's exactly what he felt as hid the clenching of his jaw from her view.

"Well, excitement is just curiosity dressed up for a night out isn't it?" He continued to lead her, to tents, to space between them… through the space between them, before turning the corner to hide them from watchful eyes. For a brief moment, Mina wondered to herself how wise of a decision she was actually making. To follow a man she barely knew to a secluded place definitely seemed unwise, however she supposed situations like this were why she’d decided to take precautions and cast a small protection spell on herself before she’d left.

The moment he stopped he looked down upon her with a soft gaze. “What first?”

"Well," she began, her voice a sultry whisper, "I suppose we should start with cleaning up this mess." She gestured to the sticky remnants of the funnel cake on her chest, her blush deepening just a touch.

"Or perhaps you'd prefer to make more of a mess before we clean up?" she added, her tone daring and flirtatious, challenging him to take the lead. Just like the garden brunch, Mina lured him in. Lured Alexander in without knowing what he was.

There was silence between them as he kept from replying with words and instead gazed into her eyes. He slightly clenched his jaw, as he felt his desire for her spike in this moment. Alone, unafraid, teeming with opportunity.

He guided her hand in his grasp to the plated funnel cake, silently urging her to hold it so he could free both his hands. His eyes never left hers, his intentions becoming ever clearer as the silence persisted.

Then with a grin he leaned in, his right cheek against hers as he whispered back to Mima. Her breath hitched from the warmth of his skin.

“I don't see a mess, Mina… I see a beautiful woman. I feel her warmth against my cheek.”

His face trailed down to her neck, nearly burying into it. . “I smell her alluring fragrance… with a touch of honey.” A quiet chuckle escaped his lips, slightly tickling against her skin while sending shivers down her spine.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment, savoring the sensations his words and touch elicited. Her hand tightened around the plate of funnel cake, the warmth of his breath and the huskiness of his voice igniting a spark of desire within her.

With her hand stuck holding the funnel cake, Alexander shifted himself to her right side. The funnel cake would not be an obstacle for him. His sights were now on her bosom. He leaned in but paused to make eye contact once more. He needed not a word. Her eyes, her lips, her entire visage dare not betray her now.

Mina opened her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. The intensity in his eyes was matched by her own, and a daring smirk curved her lips.

"Well, Alexander," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr, "I suppose it's only fair to let you indulge your sweet tooth." Her smirk deepened, a playful glint in her eyes. "Just be careful not to get too carried away. We wouldn't want to cause a scene now, would we?"

Her words hung in the air between them, a tantalizing promise and a challenge all rolled into one. She did more than she needed to provoke his response.

Alexander's eyes left Mina's, his attention on the sugar and honey only a few inches from his face. He was both careful and diligent as he consumed the sweetness from her bosom. The corner of his mouth upturned as he indulged, yet temptation beat against his very being. For Alexander, licking honey from off of Mina was delectable but it could never rival sinking his teeth into her. For his fangs to break her skin and consume the warm nectar in her veins. It's much too soon…. Unfortunate.

Mina's bit at her bottom lip as Alexander's lips and tongue grazed her skin, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down her spine. Her smirk remained, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of vulnerability. The sensation was intoxicating, his closeness almost overwhelming, but she held her ground, her resolve mingling with the undeniable attraction she felt.

"Enjoying yourself?" she teased softly, her voice barely more than a breath. She tilted her head slightly, giving him better access, her daring gaze never leaving his. "I have to admit, this is a rather unconventional way to spend an evening at the carnival. Though I’m certainly not complaining." Her eyes sparkled with mischief, even as her pulse quickened. She knew she was playing with fire, but for the first time in a long while, the distraction was exactly what she needed.

But then he suddenly stopped and his eyes peered up at her. Alexander exhaled silently but the feeling of his breath against her moistened chest gave away its existence. Just like the sigh, his intentions were laid bare with his expression. There were no words yet the longing look in his eyes communicated a shameless desire for her. Love was absent in his gaze, or perhaps it was simply stripped down and subjected to only one of its parts. A feeling so amplified between them, that they might soon forget the setting in which they stood. It was intense. It was primal! It was tempting! It was unyielding. It was…

Passion.

Alexander's gaze fell on Mina's exposed neck pulsing with excitement.

“How about a taste without the sugar and honey?” It was not much of a question as he already inched closer, his mouth parting just before his lips pressed against her neck.

Mina’s gaze held the same lustful desire, devoid of any actual meaningful emotion. "A taste without the sugar and honey, hmm?" she echoed, her voice a sultry whisper. "Bold move, Mr. Deacon." Her hand reached up to gently thread her fingers through his hair, guiding him closer as she pressed her body into him.

Her other hand still held the funnel cake, but it was forgotten, her focus entirely on the man in front of her. She tilted her head, offering him better access to her neck, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "But you should know, Alexander," she breathed, her voice low and seductive, "you might find that I'm even more irresistible without the added sweetness." The challenge in her eyes was clear, a blend of mischief and raw passion that left no room for hesitation.

As his lips made contact with her skin, a soft gasp escaped her, her eyes fluttering closed again. She reveled in the sensation, her fingers tightening in his hair. The distraction was exactly what she needed, a way to lose herself in the moment and forget the pain that had been haunting her. For now, all that mattered was the fire igniting between them.

Restraint was such a far cry now, drifting further and further away as the lustful entangled with the temptress. Mina had successfully lured and reeled in her catch. It was not just a nibble on her bait. She had him. There was nowhere for him to escape to now… yet, the same could be said of her. Alexander was not just another fish and the bait was not entirely what he desired. The woman's eyes shut with satisfaction, blinding herself to the shark's many rows of teeth. He kissed upon her neck, keeping her paralyzed in the moment. There was nowhere for her to escape now…

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A sharp prick of pain set upon Mina's neck. The contact of Alexander's fangs was veiled by tongue and lips.

A sudden shock gripped Mina as her eyes flew open. The world seemed to slow, and the funnel cake slipped from her grasp, landing with a soft thud on the ground. Instead of panicking, freezing, or screaming, a laugh bubbled up from within her, a sound that was both incredulous and bitter. Alexander slowed and lightened his intensity as the laugh pulled him slightly from his moment of ecstasy. Still he persisted in his indulgence.

The sensation. It was so familiar to her, the icy shard of pain fading into a throbbing numbness. She had felt it against her wrists many times before, but never like this. This was frightening and almost comforting all at the same time. Tears threatened to fall, welling up in her eyes as she tried to process the conflicting emotions swirling inside her.

Her laugh quieted, turning into a soft, almost resigned chuckle. "Well, isn't this just fitting for me," she whispered, her voice both barely audible and also left unnoted by Alexander. The irony of it all was not lost on her. She had been playing with fire, and now she was getting burned in a way she hadn't anticipated.

Mina's fingers tightened in Alexander's hair, not in pleasure but in a mix of defiance and acceptance. She had lured him in, and now she was caught in her own web. The spell she had cast on herself screamed at her and tried to push the man away, but Mina tried to push back at it. No, perhaps she deserved this and she didn't want her magic getting in the way. Hoping its effects would cease was just that. A hope. A wish. Mina's desires had no bearing on Alexander feeling himself being pulled away from Mina. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her but felt something solid between them. The unnaturalness of what was occuring caused him to come to a complete halt. Tears threatened to spill over as Mina closed her eyes, bracing herself for whatever was to come next.

Alexander let loose a heavy sigh into the crook of her neck.

“You have to be fucking kidding me right now, Mina. Magic?” He whispered in a neutral tone.

Mina felt a wave of frustration and self-loathing wash over her. She had cast the protection spell on herself earlier, never anticipating it would interfere in a moment like this. The irony of her own magic betraying her stung almost as much as Alexander's fangs. With a sigh, she wiped at her damp eyes angrily..

"Of all the times for my own magic to kick in," she muttered, a mix of irritation and regret in her voice. "I suppose I can't even have this one reckless moment without my spells meddling." She glanced up at him, her eyes filled with a bitter amusement but his expression remained stoic. His eyes wouldn't meet hers as he remained deep in thought. "Trust me, I didn't plan for this either. I’d love nothing more that to let you continue and let myself just drift away from this world."

Drift away from this world? These words were successful in drawing his gaze but also causing a half step back, their bodies finally disconnected from each other.

Mina sighed again, the moment of vulnerability not entirely gone but now laced with the sharp edge of disappointment. "I guess you can't always get what you want," she added softly, more to herself than to Alexander.

“What?” Alexander played ignorant. She wore an amused expression and briefly shook his head. “I think you've lost me. You have a protective barrier… to keep you from harm? But…” He tilted his head toward a slowly forming bruise on her neck with a pair of the tiniest beads of blood forming on it. “Is it really so sensitive? Then again… the craft isn't for everyone. At least that's what I hear.” He winked.

Mina raised a brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips despite the mix of frustration and weariness in her eyes. "What’s the matter, Alexander? Not used to something, or someone, getting in your way?" Her voice was laced with teasing sarcasm, though it lacked the usual sharpness she might wield. She crossed her arms lightly, tilting her head toward him. He gave her a guilty shrug, still wearing his charm.

With a softer sigh, she continued, "Let’s just say it’s an occupational hazard of having an overly cautious and, at times, downright possessive uncle. Add that to years of having 'safety measures' drilled into my head, and, well... old habits die hard." Her fingers lightly brushed the edge of her neck where his bite had been, leaving the slightest smear of blood in their wake, her tone dipping into something more resigned. "Weaker or not, it’s just part of the package. Lucky you, huh?" She offered him a dry smile, masking the turmoil still stirring inside her.

“Oh, Mina. You can't be prepared for everything. I mean…” Though caught off guard by the revelations unraveling, Alexander found humor in this moment. He chuckled lightly before continuing. “Neither of us could have expected that secrets would be the thing to flow out when I sunk my teeth into you.” He grinned while carefully reaching out to her blood-stained hand. “So your uncle is the mage who casted this barrier? Any enemies I should be aware of? I would hate to find more surprises behind these tents.”

Mina allowed Alexander to take her hand, her fingers trembling ever so slightly before she steadied herself. Her smirk wavered but didn't disappear entirely as she pondered his words. "I suppose in a sense he made sure the spell was cast…" she replied cryptically, her tone light, though the weight of her own unspoken truths lingered behind her words. ”I shall answer your last question, but if you wish to know more of my secrets then I shall require secrets for secrets, answers for answers. It's only fair, don't you think?” Her grin turned playful, yet there was a fire in her eyes that hinted at more.

She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping lower. "As for enemies…" she trailed off, her smirk faltering. "My uncle has a rather… peculiar perspective on that. To him, anyone I grow close to becomes an enemy, a threat. He’s quick to deal with them, one way or another." Her voice turned sharp, tinged with bitterness. "It doesn’t matter who they are, or what they mean to me. If he thinks they’ll take me away from him, they’re as good as gone."

Mina sighed, brushing her fingers of her free hand through her hair as if trying to shake off the weight of the topic. "I’m tired of letting him control my life, of letting his paranoia decide who I can or can’t trust. Especially after today, after what he forced me to do." Her voice cracked ever so slightly at the last words, but she quickly straightened her posture, forcing her playful grin back. "But enough about him. You’ll be fine, Alexander. My uncle’s not here—tonight, at least. You’re safe for now… unless, of course, you’re afraid of me?" Her grin sharpened, teasing once more, but the faint glimmer of pain in her eyes remained.

“Afraid? No. Perhaps… slightly concerned.” He frowned slightly before giving her hand a squeeze. The comforting action was disguised as a means to test the magical barrier that had stopped his advances on her. “You’re trying to smile through the pain. From such a fresh wound at that.” He pulled a handkerchief from his breast-pocket and wiped the blood from her fingers before dabbing the cloth on her neck. “If you're sad, be sad. If you're angry, be that. I won't mind. As you said, your uncle isn't here tonight. You're safe for now… ‘unless of course’...” He let her words, repeated, hang while giving her a slight smile. “But perhaps you still consider me a stranger, yes?”

Mina felt it, the faint resistance of the barrier as Alexander’s hand squeezed hers. It was weaker this time, barely a ripple of magic pushing back against him. She took note of it silently, her gaze briefly flicking to where their hands joined, but she said nothing. It was still on high alert, almost as if it had a mind of its own. It wouldn't last forever, however. It couldn't, not unless she wanted to face some major consequences. No, eventually the spell would fall and she would be vulnerable once more.

Her lips quirked into a sly smile, her fingers curling around his as if she could tether herself to the moment and avoid slipping into her own storm. "A stranger? Hardly. A bit of a mystery? Maybe." She teased, tilting her head just enough to let his hand linger on her neck. "But don’t think for a second that I scare that easily." Her voice was light, playful, though the faint edge of deflection clung to it like a shadow.
“Good. It would be a shame if you did. I aim to be charming after all.” Alexander winked while returning the handkerchief to his pocket. “And… what would you like to know about me? We ought to get to know each other if we intend to continue meeting like this. Barrier or not, I’m still very interested in you, Lady Mina Blackwood.” If Alexander was being honest, he was more interested in what she wanted to know about himself. Mina was indeed full of surprises.

"Indeed we should." Mina said with a smirk, her tone as smooth as silk. She tilted her head slightly, studying him for a moment as if deciding where to aim her first question. There were so many things she wanted to ask, so many mysteries about Alexander she wanted to unravel, but where was the fun in diving straight into the obvious? No, she’d start somewhere subtle, something that could reveal far more than it seemed on the surface.

Her smirk softened into something more thoughtful, her fingers lightly tapping against his hand as if mulling over her words. Finally, she spoke. "Alright, let’s start with this, if you could choose any one thing to protect above all else, what would it be? Not just something you'd die for, but something you'd live for, no matter the cost."
Her question caused Alexander to arch an eyebrow but he maintained his look of interest.
“Intrinsic.” He commented before briefly peering upward as he thought of what his answer might be to such a question. Once his eyes returned to Mina’s he answered. “My wife, Lianna…but that’s obvious. I already protect her above all else. I live for her and if it came to it, I’d for her all the same.” His grin widened. “However, if I had to choose something else, I would say… the ability to express passion. It's something I treasure and something I fear losing.”

Mina blinked, her smirk faltering for the briefest of moments at the mention of his wife. She had almost forgotten he was married. Her expression quickly returned to its playful demeanor, but there was a flicker of something dancing behind her eyes. Surprise? Intrigue? Or was it something else entirely?

"Lianna,” she repeated softly, almost as if testing the name on her tongue. ”Your wife truly is lucky to have someone so devoted to her. It feels like a far-off dream to find someone that devoted.” Something in her screamed angrily. You had it! You had it and you gave it up! A part of her heart cracked as Munir’s face flashed before her briefly. Her jaw clenched ever so slightly as she turned away from Alexander and glanced up at the night sky. Alexander also gave it look though, his attention easily returned to Mina. To him, even the moon and stars paled in comparison. To him, she could be revealed to be much greater.

"Passion, though... that's an interesting choice. It says a lot about you, Alexander.” She mused, thinking on it for a moment. ”Most would pick something more... predictable. Power, immortality…But you? You went the poetic route. With both answers, actually."

Her lips curled into a thoughtful smile as she turned her head back to him, her gaze locking onto his. "Passion is a double-edged sword, though, don’t you think? It can inspire greatness, but it can also destroy just as easily. I wonder..." She paused, but then shook her head. ”No, I'll wait to ask that. A question for a question is what I said, I believe. So, I guess it's your turn. What would you like to know about me?” Alexander did not budge, his expression unchanging and difficult to read as he kept up his warm welcoming disposition.

“Of course… What do you wish for most for this courting season? What are you searching for here in Sorian?” Alexander let the question hang before continuing. “And you’re absolutely correct about passion. It can be lovely or deadly to those who desire its embrace but it is a risk I can either live with. Life is meant to be lived as I see it.”

Mina let out a soft chuckle, though there was a weight behind it. "Now that's not a simple answer, I'm afraid," she said, her tone light but carrying an undercurrent of honesty. "First and foremost, I’m just hoping to survive…or I was. But beyond that…" She paused, searching for the right words. "I’m hoping to find answers." Her voice softened, almost thoughtful. “About myself, about things that have been kept from me…and about the supernatural.”
“Hmm, very interesting.”
Her eyes searched his, wondering how he'd react to her answer. Could he help her? "I suppose it's my turn again. What’s the boldest risk you’ve ever taken? Something you weren’t sure you’d survive, but you went through with it anyway."
“Now that… is a difficult one to answer but I'm sure this will suffice.” Alexander's eyes lowered slightly. “I think you could relate, actually. In the past, I… was once stricken with grief when I figured out the man I was fated to be. I wanted to run from it. Escape from cards life dealt me. I did not want to change into… who I might become.” His eyes then met hers. “I aimed to end myself.” He shrugged. She winced slightly at his words, but continued to listen. “It was the only way to stop what I feared from becoming. Looking back now, it's quite silly but sad as well. What is a firstborn prince left to do if he fears the throne?” He let the question hang in the air. “He only has three options. Die… accept the hell that he fears… or he can strive to change what it means to be a king. I aimed for the last, holding tightly onto everything I love till this day and doing everything I can to defeat the inevitable.”

Mina’s playful demeanor faded entirely as she listened, her gaze softening with something that could be translated into understanding. She remained silent for a long moment, her eyes locked on his as if searching for the truth behind his words. When she finally spoke, her voice was quieter, stripped of its usual mischief. "I understand that kind of battle more than I’d care to admit," she said, her words measured. "Being caught between the person you were, the person others expect you to be, and the person you want to become… It’s exhausting, isn’t it? Like no matter which path you take, you lose a part of yourself in the process."

“Yes, exactly that.” Alexander nodded in agreement

She glanced down, her fingers idly brushing the fabric of her dress as though grounding herself. "I’m still trying to figure out which path to take," she admitted softly, a flicker of vulnerability flashing in her eyes before she looked back at him. "But… it sounds like you found a way to hold on to what matters. That’s no small thing, Alexander." Her lips curved into a faint, bittersweet smile, a trace of warmth returning to her expression. "I’d say that’s worth admiring."

“Hmm, perhaps.” His tone was purposely doubtful. “I actually believe your uncle and myself have that in common. Where you see control, he sees holding onto you for dear life. I mean, why not just keep you from traveling to Sorian in the first place? It's obvious he wants you to remain close to him.” Alexander took a step closer to her. “Holding on to you so tightly that it's suffocating. A safehouse modeled after a jail cell. A cage to keep you safe. A love that only gives rise to resentment.” He leaned in and kissed her where he had slightly bit her previously. “My turn.” He whispered. “What do you think I desire from you?”

Mina tensed slightly at his words, her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress. Her smirk didn’t return, though a flicker of something sharp and defiant lit up her gaze. "I’ve never liked cages, no matter how gilded they are," she said softly, her voice steady but laced with a quiet bitterness. "A safehouse, a prison… it doesn’t matter what you call it. It’s still a place where freedom is just an illusion. And I’ve had enough of that to last me a lifetime."
“I can't disagree with that,” he whispered.
She tilted her head slightly then, studying him, her lips curving into a faint smirk, though it lacked her usual playful bite. "But to answer your question… I haven’t quite worked that out yet." She leaned into him and tilted her head to expose her neck to him, a thoughtful look flickering across her face. If he wished to try and bite her again she figured he could certainly try and she wouldn't stop him. He may even succeed this time, but either way she wasn't afraid of him. "The simplest answer would be… well, obvious. Pleasure, distraction, maybe even a game. Men have pursued me for far less, after all."
His eyebrows raised slightly in delight at her subtle offering of herself to him. Her discerning of his thirst further piqued his interest in Mina. Slowly, everything began to piece together. A clear path to what he wanted with only a single obstacle in his way.
Her gaze lingered on him, her tone taking on a quieter, more probing quality. "Or perhaps I'm just a desired snack and nothing more. But somehow, I don’t think it’s just that. There’s something more, isn’t there? Maybe you see me as a challenge, or maybe you see someone who reminds you of yourself. Or…" she paused, her smirk returning, sharper this time, "maybe I’m entirely wrong, and you’ll just have to enlighten me."
“I would never harm you, Mina. I will never cage you either. Trust in that. Trust in…” He leaned further kissing her on the same spot once more. “...in me.” Alexander’s fangs popped and this time he refused to do so lightly.

Mina let out a low, breathy chuckle. "I won’t harm you…trust in me," she echoed softly, her tone dripping with wry amusement. "Says the vampire about to drink my blood." And there it was. She finally named what he was, confirmed her own knowledge of them. Her smirk returned, faint and sharp, as she leaned into him–an invitation.

Her fingers tightened against the fabric of her dress, not in fear but in focus. Silently, she reached out to the barrier that had protected her for so long, the one that had resisted him. She felt it ripple beneath her will, trembling at her command to weaken, to let him in. It was dangerous, reckless even, but she wasn’t running from the consequences anymore.

Her voice dropped to a whisper as she spoke, almost as if to herself. "I do hope I'm as delectable as you anticipate me to be." She closed her eyes, exhaling slowly as the faint hum of her spell dissipated, her body bracing for whatever came next.
“Shh…” Alexander hushed his eyes excited by the anticipation. He took a deep inhale and then sank his fangs into her. Mina’s breath hitched as his fangs pierced her skin, a sharp pain giving way to an odd, warm sensation that spread through her like fire and ice. Her fingers instinctively clenched at his shirt, the world around her starting to tilt. Was it from the blood loss, or the aftermath of her spell breaking down? She had a feeling it was likely the latter. As the blood enveloped Alexander's taste buds, his eyes widened ever more upon tasting its warm deliciousness. It took every bit of effort to remember he wanted to keep her alive as temptation pulled at him to suck her dry. Her pulse seemed to echo in her ears, each beat feeling heavier than the last, and the pull of his bite was as intoxicating as it was draining.
Alexander often wondered how blood could be so delectable in some more than others. Was it their diet? Their lineage? Blood type? Personality? Or perhaps it was simply a roll of the dice.
Alexander grasped Mina’s hand, a means to measure how much blood he was allowed to syphon from her. It would be a shame if he left her too weak to even walk… at least in this setting.
"Alexander," she murmured, her voice softer now, tinged with a faint edge of warning. She wasn’t sure if he even heard her through the haze of his feeding. "I can only hold him back for so long." The words spilled out, unbidden and cryptic, her mind too muddled to craft an explanation. Her uncle–the vampire she was blood bonded to–would sense this, and eventually, he would come…especially if he started sending her life waning. Mina doubted Alexander would appreciate the implications of another vampire having a claim on her.
She leaned into him more now, a brief wave of weakness washing over her, still convinced it was the consequences of her spell and would fade soon. "Sorry…that was more enigmatic sounding than I intended," she added, a soft laugh leaving her. As if in response, the blood bond seemed to attempt to push back at Alexander.
“There…” Alexander breathed. “That was… much better than expected, Mina.” He held Mina close to him to ensure she remained up on her feet. “Perhaps we should find some place more comfortable.” Alexander licked her wound. “My appetite has shifted to something else.”
Her vision swam slightly, but she couldn’t quite suppress the playful glint in her eyes as she looked up at him. Her breath was shallow, still feeling the lingering effects of his bite, but her lips curled into a teasing smile. "Better than expected? Well, that's a relief. Would have been a shame if I were disappointing." She murmured, her tone flirty. "But now… I’m curious to see what else you’re hungry for." Mina gave a slight tilt of her head, the faintest challenge in her voice as she leaned into him. She could feel the haze beginning to clear some, her strength coming back, but she decided to feign a bit of weakness still. Let him believe she was more vulnerable, at least for the time being. "Lead the way, Alexander. I’m all yours... for now."
Yes, let me show what it means to belong to me. He smirked charmingly… or was it wickedly?

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Alexander and Charlotte

Part 1

Time: 11am Sola 28
Location: Art gallery
Mention: @Tpartywithzombi Violet @ReusableSword Roman

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As the clock struck eleven and the sun moved further into the center of the sky, Alexander’s shoes touched ground as he stepped out of the carriage that delivered him to the front of the Sorian Art Gallery in a suit he found fitting for the occasion. One might say it was the reflection of his beating heart, steel and black.

“Ahhh. What a marvelous day for a date so lovely.” He commented to himself as his eyes took in the crowd. All of the bodies, all of their faces… they meant nothing to him in this moment. There was only one person on his mind. Just one. Where are you my dove? Where are you, Charlotte?

As if on cue, Charlotte appeared at the entrance, stepping gracefully toward the front of the grand building. Her gaze rose to take in the towering stone structure before her—large, arched windows framed by ornate stonework and statues that lined the entrance, their intense gazes seemingly welcoming her into the gallery.

Her dress was a blend of pastel blue and white with a sweetheart neckline. The blue floral lightweight fabric came down from the design at the waist, layered over the thicker white fabric beneath. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, secured with a pale blue ribbon as per tradition.

Then their eyes met. Alexander couldn't help but smile in Charlotte's direction. Pure beauty… My king, you have no idea what you've gifted me. With a look of delight, Alexander walked excitedly to Charlotte taking her hands in his own.

“You made it! I can't begin to express how wonderful it is to finally make your acquaintance, Lady Vikena. Thank you.” He nearly fawned over her.

Charlotte's cheeks flushed a soft pink at his words. She cleared her throat, lifting her chin slightly to meet his gaze, though her eyes still held a certain shyness.

"Th-The pleasure is mine, Mr Deacon," she said, her voice gentle but touched with the sweetness of a woman who found herself a little off balance.. "It is an honor for you to speak of me in such a way.” With a delicate curtsy, she then added, “Thank you for the courteous invitation.”

“I wouldn't have had it any other way. And just Alexander is fine Lady Vikena. What we're doing here today should feel comfortable.” He offered his hand.

“Ah, well in that case, Charlotte is just fine as well,” she replied with a gentle smile, her eyes briefly meeting his as she took his hand. “I must admit, I’m most eager to see Milo St. Claire’s work in person. His pieces have always captivated me with their depth. His ability to capture the essence of a fleeting moment… it’s as if you can feel the weight of the emotions in each brushstroke.”

“What a pleasure. You’re familiar with his work,” Alexander’s smile couldn't help but grow upon knowing Charlotte was a fan of the arts.

Walking alongside her, with a slightly firm grasp of her hand, Alexander couldn't help but steal glances at her.

Though she had kept her eyes ahead for the most part, Charlotte could feel the way Alexander’s eyes lingered on her. It was an unwelcome familiarity, however her expression didn’t falter.

“I have to admit that I've only had the chance to see a few of his pieces. A busy man isn't afforded enough time to enjoy things like this very often. To see a moment of his passionade immortalized is… a beautiful thing. If only we as people could be the same.” He squeezed her hand ever so slightly and admired her countenance once more.. “Beauty is good enough for now, I suppose.”

What a charmer you are Alexander! Why haven't you talked to little ol’ me with words so eloquent?

Alexander winced but ignored the voice and the icy chills down his spine that accompanied it.

Charlotte’s cheeks flushed faintly as her lashes lowered, a smile gracing her lips. “You are far too generous with your compliments, Alexander,” she replied softly, her gaze briefly meeting his. “It honors me that a man with so many commitments would spare his time for me.”

Her eyes flickered forward as they ascended the steps. Through the grand doors was the grand entrance room with an enormous fountain at its heart, the sound of the water cascading mingling with the echo of chatter as the two had a moment to behold its glory. Pausing near the fountain, Charlotte turned her head slightly toward Alexander. “I have always believed that beauty is not merely what meets the eye but what stirs the heart when we behold it. Is it their form, their essence, or perhaps the story you imagine they carry?” Her lips curved into a smile as her eyes briefly met his. “When you admire something—or someone—what is it that you truly see, Alexander?”

“Ahh…” Alexander exhaled, thinking while taking in the sight of the fountain. He took a brief moment to take it all in before nodding and facing Charlotte. “If I'm being honest, it depends. People and art are very different, Charlotte. Many guard their hearts… even from themselves because they might not believe who they are or what they love are acceptable by others.” Alexander waved his hand toward the fountain. “But when people create, they can't help but to put a part of what's within into their creations.” Alexander then chuckled. “But even then, I am left to simply interpret what I see and hope that I've captured just a piece of their message. A message from the heart.”

“As beautiful as this fountain is, to me, it depicts something unfortunate…” Alexander frowned as his voice lowered. “Blessings, the water, coming down from the heavens… only to land on a single figure. A king? A saint maybe? But that person gets the whole of it and more than what they require before it trickles down a level below, then a level below that, and it continues until it reaches and settles at the bottom. This fountain shows me a life, a system, that we do not have the joy of experiencing. Perhaps it shows what may come.” Now there was an earnest smile on his face. “Apologies for the long-windedness. I get passionate about these things amongst others. What about you? What do you see when you admire something… or someone, Charlotte?”

Charlotte fixated on the fountain, her expression thoughtful as she observed the cascading water. The soft ripples of light across the surface seemed to dance beneath the lighting. As her eyes lingered on the fountain, she said, “It does seem as though blessings fall unevenly, but perhaps that’s what makes them all the more precious. Even in imperfection, there’s something beautiful, isn’t there? I think that’s why I love art so much. It allows us to see beauty in what is often hidden—what is raw and true.” Alexander pondered her words with a bright outlook while taking a second look at the fountain from her perspective.

“Very true.”

Her voice grew quieter, more introspective as she pondered his previous question, "...When I admire something—or someone—I look beyond what is presented. I seek to understand what is hidden, the layers beneath the surface. Beauty, after all, is not in what is readily offered, but in what must be discovered. And often, it is the imperfections, the scars, that tell the most compelling stories."

She allowed a faint smile, her eyes drifting back to the fountain. "Perhaps that is why art holds such power. It challenges us to see not just the surface but the depth—to question what has been hidden and why." With a quick glance at him, she brightened and asked, “So which room shall we explore first, Alexander?”

“I was thinking we could try dipping our toes in the Portrait Gallery. After that, we’ll go a little deeper with the Reflections of Reverie.” Alexander exchanged another look before nodding in the direction of the Portrait Gallery. “And since these portraits are easy on the imagination, we can likely discuss the second reason for inviting you on this outing.”

Alexanderrrrr…

“Sounds like a delightful plan…” Charlotte replied with a smile, her gaze drifting to the portrait gallery. “I suppose that would be regarding the charity event, yes?”

“Yes, exactly that. I've only known you for minutes and I feel that we might share the same desire of giving to those without but… The auction I plan to hold is not the typical kind. So even if you decline, I would like to still enjoy our time together. Above anything, I would like to get to know someone who might become the Duchess of Veirmont someday.”

As she stepped into the portrait gallery, she continued their conversation whilst retaining her friendly tone, “It’s so wonderful that you are dedicating effort toward helping those less fortunate as well as making something unique for the guests at the event to enjoy. I would certainly be honored to attend.” Alexander raised his eyebrows at how quickly she accepted his offer without even hearing all of the details. Her footsteps led her to the portrait of Countess Diana Cristian shortly after entry. The dark-haired Varian woman was pictured in a sizable rectangular portrait on the wall, just to the left of the entryway.

“Ah, the Varian Countess in Krasivaya.” Alexander was already aware of her connection to Charlotte and even predicted she might find herself stopping to admire her dear aunt. Though, this was not a person he aimed to use against Charlotte anytime soon.

Charlotte smiled warmly as she marveled upon her aunt fondly. “But you, Mr. Deacon, also are intriguing. I confess I would like to know more about the man who mysteriously invited me here.”

Alexanderrrrr… Again the familiar called to him and again, he ignored her.

“Intriguing. Mysterious,” he commented coolly before moving closer to the portrait. “Wouldn’t knowing more about me spoil such allure?” He asked rhetorically as his fingertips trailed the intricately carved hardwood frame of the portrait. “It’s likely part of why you accepted my invitation.” He chuckled lightly and shook his head. “But, Charlotte. I would love for us to get to know each other. Perhaps even consider ourselves close friends down the line.”

ALEXANDER!!!

He averted his face from Charlotte as his smile dissipated. What is it?

So that's how I pull your attention from a pretty courtesan? Alexander, hear me, people of your interest are inside the gallery.

Charlotte’s smile remained soft as her gaze shifted between Alexander and the portrait. “You may be right, Mr. Deacon—mystery has its allure, but it is depth that truly captivates... I most certainly would enjoy getting to know you more.”

She then noticed Alexander’s subtle shift, his attention momentarily drawn away. Tilting her head curiously, she offered an inquiry, “Did another portrait capture your interest, Mr. Deacon?”

“No…” Though his smile hadn't returned. He had to skillfully flow through this moment, and he damned well would! “It took a moment but… you agreeing so quickly without me even having to explain the details of the charity event… it's…” Alexander formed a weak smile, his eyes gleaming with admiration. “You are truly a rarity, Charlotte, truly. I adore your heart, especially in a city where few have them.” He took Charlotte's hands and slightly bowed his head as if he was unworthy to look directly at the face of the woman he described.

Who are they, Eri?

The bear. He's wearing shiny clothes and walking rather funny. He overcompensates with two guards by his side. The other is that red-eyed wench you fancy. Now, I'm glad you chose this one to take. I hate her face. Despite the unneeded commentary, the information held some value.

“Apologies, Charlotte.” He released her hands and raised his head to look into her eyes that rivaled the beauty of the serene waters of the ocean. “You’re much more than I expected.”

Charlotte had been very attentive as Alexander had spoken. She smiled once more, letting his kind words paint her cheeks red. With a giggle, she chimed, “Aww well thank you! The feeling is very mutual, Alexander.”

Her steps carried her toward a nearby portrait, her eyes briefly lingering on the imposing image of Count Calbert Damien. A flicker of something unreadable crossed her face before she turned her head and glanced over her shoulder at Alexander. With a curious tilt of her head, she asked, “But do indulge me, if you will. Tell me more about this event you’ve planned—I am quite curious.”

“Of course, of course, Charlotte. I think the best way to go about this is to be direct.” Alexander looked the portrait of Calbert up and down as if he was sizing the man up in person with an amused smile. Unlike the last portrait he did not bother caressing its frame. Instead, he stood beside it, facing Charlotte while imitating Calbert’s pose. “Prince Callum, Lady Blackwood, and I are hosting a dating auction and I'm searching for ladies that would compliment the occasion. Going on a date with your highest bidder would be expected, no matter who that person might but I assure you, the dates will be monitored if you were to request it. I wouldn't want some pervert to feel like he's owed something more than a date. Then again, I could use the event as a chance to buy myself a second outing with you.” He shot her a wink while maintaining Calbert's pose.

Charlotte’s gaze lingered on Alexander as he spoke, her lips curving into a polite smile, though her fingers subtly clasped the folds of her dress. Her sapphire eyes flicked momentarily to the portrait of Calbert Damien behind him as if gauging the connection between the two men, before returning to Alexander’s animated performance, which did manage to make her giggle.

After a thoughtful pause, she met his eyes, her smile softening into something sweeter. “Well,” she began, her voice gentle, “It sounds like a lovely occasion—for others to find a new friend, or perhaps even spark a romantic connection. Truly, I think the idea is wonderful!”

Her tone carried warmth and though her smile never faltered, her clasped hands tightened ever so slightly. “And monitored dates… That is a very considerate touch. You’ve clearly put great thought into this.” Alexander gave Charlotte a nod and relaxed his posture.

“Of course. Safeguarding my volunteers is just as important as raising the funds toward Prince Callum’s cause. The Black Rose Trading Company has deep pockets and will see that this event is nothing less than grand.” He faced Calbert’s portrait again before continuing.

“Off topic but… what do you think of Count Damien? Your honest thoughts.” His eyes met hers with a glance before he returned his sights into the portrait. He truly wondered how she would paint him.

Charlotte’s smile faltered ever so slightly as her gaze lingered on the portrait of Count Damien. She let out a soft breath, carefully considering her words.

“Count Damien…” she mused, her tone thoughtful. “He strikes me as a man who understands the power of appearances—how to use them, how to shape them. Such a mind must make for an exceptional ally… or a formidable adversary.”

Her eyes drifted back to Alexander, her expression earnest yet tinged with curiosity. “You must have crossed paths with him, Mr. Deacon. Men of ambition often seem to find each other, don’t they?”

“More often than not, yes.”

Her lips curved into a soft smile as she added, “I admit, I’m not fond of the man behind the mask. But you—you seem to have a far keener understanding of people than most. What do you think of him?”

“About him, or the mask?” Alexander asked with a chuckle. “I jest but this Kingdom forces a man like him to be the way he is. A grinning loyal dog in the public eye, and a vicious wolf behind closed doors. You probably find it distasteful, and you wouldn't be wrong in the slightest but let me ask you, Charlotte. Would you wear a mask to protect those you love? Would you be vicious to those who might threaten their lives?”

“Protecting those I love… That’s more important to me than anything…” Charlotte murmured softly, her voice tinged with resolve as her gaze momentarily lowered. “If wearing a mask is what it took, then perhaps I would at the least try, wouldn’t you?” Alexander withdrew his gaze and remained silent.

At the same time, Charlotte's eyes drifted to the portrait for a fleeting moment before returning to Alexander. With a hint of melancholy in her tone, she mused aloud wistfully, “But I wonder… does wearing such a mask change who you are beneath it? Can someone truly protect others without losing a piece of themselves along the way?”

“That’s my future Duchess!” Alexander grinned while quietly mocking claps of applause. “You’re thinking deeply…” Alexander shut his eyes and shook his head. “But you and I both know you're capable of delving deeper. His problem… It's not about the mask or when he wears it. It's about why he wears it. His single reason. That's what drives him. That's his love. His obsession. His strength. His weakness. His everything. It puts him two paces from insanity… So dawn a mask when you need it. Deceive your foes and win favor where you can. Just don't let this fool be the poster child of wearing one. You're better than him.”

“And why do you wear your mask, Alexander?” she asked gently as if the question had simply floated into her mind unbidden. Her voice carried no accusation, only the naive curiosity of someone eager to understand.

“The same reason as yourself, Charlotte.” Alexander motioned Charlotte to follow him down the hall. “Survival… To protect what I love… To deceive my enemies.” He held his hand out to his side, fluttering his fingers as he silently called her to take it. “I need you close for what I am about to ask you.”

Charlotte hesitated for a heartbeat, her gaze flickering between his outstretched hand and his expression. She stepped forward and closed the distance finally, gently taking his hand.

“You speak with such conviction, Alexander,” she observed and let the thought settle before glancing up at him with inquisitive eyes. “What is it you wish to ask of me?”

“How much do you know about magic?” He asked softly. “Don’t lie to me.” Alexander made eye contact with Charlotte but surprisingly, he didn't use his ability to charm her. Charlotte would soon become his friend after all.

She cleared her throat and held her gaze steady. “I was only informed of its existence recently, so, very little…If I may ask, Alexander—why would you ask me about it?”

He stopped in place while looking into her eyes longingly. She's perfect.

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Viktor sat in silence as Zach chimed in with some useful information on one of the does he faced. He actually raised his eyebrows at the mention of him subduing the person despite their abilities affecting him. Kassy then suggested a means of combating such a dangerous ability. We’ve all come a long way it seems. Viktor initially thought before Will spat out his disagreements to both Batman and the Team about Metamorph. Viktor was aware he had mixed feelings toward Will. Before leaving the Team, he and Will had always butt heads and they had a more than toxic rivalry between each other. Upon Will’s return, neither of them had done much to mend their relationship, so he figured they would only end up arguing at a time where it was not needed.

But he could not say he didn't understand his peer who lashed out due to the recent event that occured. Will was hurt and frustrated, feeling the Justice League was at fault. Viktor took a look at Batman. He too wondered if they knew more about Kila’s actions.

Kassy and Cora pushed back while Pei practiced some restraint by sighing to show her discontentment with what was occuring. Viktor parted his lips to finally speak, to perhaps put an end to the turmultuous discussion but Batman’s powerful voice quieted the room. With Batman and Red Tornado putting everything they were aware of out on the table, the gears in Viktor's head began turning. The corroboration of his findings and what Batman and Red Tornado revealed only solidified what he believed into facts on the matter. It wasn't long until Batman dismissed the debriefing, leaving the Team to themselves once more.

“Will. You and I need to talk. I'll be at the obstacle course in thirty minutes.” Without skipping a beat, Viktor looked at each of the others. “Cora, Pei, and Kass. It's thanks to you and the information we just received, we can now confirm that the frequency used by the guns at the heist, was also used by the mysterious man in the shipping container. Now that I am more than sure he's involved, allow me to share his description until I can perhaps have a friend create a sketch for us… dark-skinned complexion.
Age, between late thirties and mid forties. Height, between 5 feet 7 inches and 5 feet 9 inches tall. Build, lean. Hair, dark brown dreadlocks. His accent resembles one from Jamaica but could be from elsewhere amongst the Caribbean… It's not much but, it's something.” With that, Viktor made for the exit, Kila’s mask in hand.

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