Sarpedon

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

Sorry that took so long.

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content]

I'm still around

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

You're right. This is why I try not to post when I'm tired. I'll fix it.

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

Oliver looked up when he heard someone entering the lounge. It was Sanguine, wearing a surprisingly casual dress, and looking like she hadn't bothered to perfect her appearance. Or perhaps more likely was that she'd fended off the servants who insisted on making her look ridiculous. He grinned as the Guild Master suggested that she would likely take him up on his offer of cuddles, and he nodded in agreement when she observed on the fatiguing and stressful day they'd had so far. He wasn't sure how inclined she was to stick around, since she still had work to do, and the Paladin decided that he wasn't going to let the vampire toil alone. So he gestured for two drinks from the bar, and then beckoned the beautiful woman over to him. "Why not cuddle now?" he offered, figuring they could get some in prior to her working, and they should have plenty of time for more afterward, too.

"Is there anything I can help with?" even if she didn't want to cuddle yet, the warrior figured he could pitch in with the stuff she wanted to accomplish before properly relaxing. Something about taking notes and playing with zombies. Not the most pleasant of things, but Oliver wasn't going to protest. They were going to need her powers if they were going to end up at war with the people they'd pissed off earlier. He'd just have to see if he couldn't guide her toward less malicious pursuits with her necromancy. There had to be some possibility of such a thing, he'd just have to dig deep enough...

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

Oliver nodded in agreement when Sanguine resented his ability to sleep whenever he wanted. "If you wanted to join me, I could stay awake, and we could just cuddle?" he offered, raising an eyebrow. If the vampire didn't feel like it, he supposed he could understand. She did have important work to do. And short of testing the very limits of his own powers, the Paladin couldn't think of anything nearly as important. He wasn't even convinced that he needed to push the limits right now, since it wasn't like they'd fought anything significant. Even if their enemies could manage ninth level powers, he wasn't convinced they would accomplish much. "Sounds good." he agreed when Sanguine told him she'd meet him in the lounge.

The warrior forgot all about most of the day the moment he slipped into his own bath. Someone around here was paying excellent attention because the hot water was waiting for him when he got in there, and anything even remotely like stress melted away as he sank into the delicious warmth. Sighing happily, he let his eyes drift closed, and for a few minutes, just enjoyed the relaxing sensations. Then he remembered that he had more to do than just bathe, and the Cleric took to scrubbing off the day's exertions. There was a whole pile of warm towels waiting for him when he got out, but Oliver only really needed one. He appreciated the gesture, but left the other towels where they were. No need to create excessive laundry, even if he was a master of this abode.

Once he was dressed in something casual, he headed for the lounge. As usual, his attire was probably far too casual for anything like leadership, but he supposed he was hoping it would rub off on Sanguine. As much as he liked her fancy dresses, he longed to see her in something less formal. He also longed for a lot of other things, but he didn't want to be too forward. The last thing he needed was to drive her away with his enthusiasm and turn this into Game of Thrones or something...

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Oliver nodded when Sanguine's plans echoed his own thoughts. "Sounds like a good time." he agreed, deciding he was going to join her. Probably not in the same bath, unfortunately, but he figured they would get there eventually. For now, getting comfy and drunk together sounded wonderful to him. Of course, his thoughts went out the window when the vampire ambushed him with an arm loping around his. He grinned at the gesture, but wasn't concerned with the time when it came to drinking. She said something about spells and writing, but the Paladin wasn't entirely sure what she meant. He did understand when she asked what his plans were, though.

"I figured I would take a bath, change into something comfortable, and try out the minibar. Probably take a nap." he didn't seem terribly worried about much of anything, and it showed. Clearly being the Guild Master's second in command was really where it was at. "Trying out spells sounds like fun, though." he added. Writing things down sounded like a lot less fun, so he would probably do his best to skip that part. It didn't help that his penmanship left a good deal to be desired, so it wasn't like the warrior would be any help with that. He supposed he could offer his own insights, but Sanguine had enough to write down, she didn't need him interrupting her thoughts. "Let me know if need a hand with anything." he supposed it couldn't hurt to offer. Well, that wasn't quite true, but he wasn't going to not help the woman he'd fallen in love with...

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Oliver sighed when Sanguine made it clear that he would not be in charge of her bottom. He did perk up at the notion that he might get his hands on it once in a while, though. That idea was one he could get behind without question. He enjoyed the rest of their ride home, working hard on ideas that might get him closer to the Guild Master without making things weird. He figured it shouldn't be too hard, considering she'd let him sleep with her their first night together, but that didn't stop him from plotting. He would take any advantage he could get if it would keep the two of them together.

His thoughts were interrupted when they got back, though. Jeeves was quick on the draw, and had the door open even before they were fully stopped. The two highest ranking members of the guild stepped out and the vampire was already giving orders. The Paladin said nothing, letting her hand out commands. When she paused, he nodded, having nothing to add. Then the woman dismissed the butler, and the two of them headed inside. The lounge was apparently ready for them, but the Cleric wasn't so sure he wanted to just crash in there in full armour. Indeed, he was thinking more along the lines of taking a nice bath and changing into something comfortable before he did anything else. "What are you thinking?" he asked the woman. He meant about what she felt like doing as far as unwinding, but supposed he'd accept whatever answer she could come up with.

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Oliver nodded as Sanguine confirmed his suspicions. He didn't see anything wrong with taking over the world, as long as she didn't hurt too many people in the process. He supposed that was his job, though, to minimize casualties so they would have a world to rule over that actually had people in it. She went on about taking over the world, but the Paladin couldn't help but chuckle when she asked him to imagine being king of the world. "I'd rather be ruler of dat ass..." he whispered with a grin, giving the vampire a squeeze. He was pretty sure it would be fun to be king of the world, but at the same time, he really wasn't all that worried about it.

He was powerful enough on his own, that if he really wanted to, he could go carve out a little kingdom of his own and live a relatively peaceful life. Of course, he'd much rather live with Sanguine, so he wasn't planning on that as long as she was around, but the fact that it was a possibility seemed to bring him a significant amount of peace. No matter what happened, he didn't have much to worry about, because in the worst case scenario, he could always retire quite safely. Then it occurred to him that the worst case scenario probably actually involved some kind of apocalyptic battle and him actually having to use his sword again. He decided to focus on how attractive his partner looked, tucked up under his arm like she was, and refused to think about anything remotely like the worst case scenario...

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

Oliver followed the pair a little further behind, still on alert for more threats, just in case. Of course, there was nothing to worry about, and the Paladin only managed to waste a bit of energy with his paranoia. He figured it was energy well spent, however, as if they'd been ambushed, he would have sorely regretted not being prepared. As it was, though, they had no trouble returning to the village. They collected their prisoner, and then handed him over to Sir Bartholmew and his henchmen. The warrior was glad his companion wasn't planning on turning the poor bastard into meals or something. He pushed away thoughts of where her meals were currently coming from, and instead focused on their luxurious ride back to the Guild Hall.

The carriage that Daniëlle had brought looked fancy on the outside, but that was nothing compared to how ridiculously comfortable it was to sit in. The warrior clambered inside and was shocked by the luxury. He grinned to himself as he got settled, looping one arm around Sanguine as she leaned against him. His other hand went to her thigh, holding onto the vampire tenderly as they got moving. "That's definitely one way of describing it." he agreed with a chuckle when his companion remarked on their adventure. "What are we going to do tomorrow night, Brain?" he asked with a smirk, wondering if the necromancer was thinking the same thing he was. They had plenty of time to figure it out either way, and the Paladin supposed he would just have to do his best to keep things light and well-intentioned...

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

It was pretty dope. I had a great time.

Oh, okay. Sorry. I will fix that.