dorian ♕’s Comments (group member since Nov 28, 2020)

dorian ♕’s comments from the Grimoire’s Return. group.

*after my post, we moving to the Illusium area I just made*

Marcus bit his lip, grimacing. He ogled Hadrian, Hestia, and Ace.

“Were— were we supposed to get dressed?”

“YES!” Hestia, Hadrian, and Ace all exclaimed.

He wore a cream tunic, with dark pants, and his Venandi boots. He looked more like he was going to go watch a showing at the Attolian (which he couldn’t anyway, considering it was destroyed completely) than a war mission.

He grimaced at them, before nodding. “Looks like I’m wearing this, then.”

Hestia rolled her eyes. “Let’s go.”

She pointed to the left, motioning down the hall. “Ace, you’re with me. Hadrian, you’re with Marcus.”

Hestia quickly made it back to her room, and rushed through it. She needed to hurry, and get ready so they could leave.

This would end TONIGHT, no other time. Their group had two witches, two Venandi. They could do this.

Hestia ransacked her room for her knives, daggers, her weapons.

Then she ransacked her armoire. Where was it where was it where—

There.

She pulled out a dark, tight body-length battlesuit with lavender threading throughout it. The sleeves came down to her fingers and wrapped around one to help her channel her power.

Hestia stared at it. The last time she had to put this on, was when she fought against the King of Stiria.

She shook her head of bad memories, and threw the suit on, pairing black boots with it. She shoved her daggers into the sheaths on her thighs, and grabbed a rack to shove the knives into. She slung the rack against her chest.

Then she looked at herself.

Her nails, painted a dark black, contrasted jacket with the suit.

And she looked like the queen she was.

She quickly braided her dark hair back, and breathed a small sigh.

Then she made her way to Ace’s room, Hadrian in tow. He wore his Venandi uniform, the dark green lapels of his jacket flapping. His light brown hair was slicked back.

And Hestia knocked on Ace’s door. “Are you ready?”

Hestia quickly made it back to her room, and grabbed her knives, her daggers, her weapons. She threw them on her bed, then ransacked her armoire.

Where was it where was it where—

There.

She pulled out a black suit, with lavender threading through it. The sleeves reached her fingers, and wrapped around one to help control her magic more.

She quickly shed her nightgown, and placed the suit in, adding dark boots to it. She braided her dark hair back, something that came to the small of her back.

She strapped her daggers to her thighs and sides, grabbed a rack and placed the knives in it,

On the other side of the Isle of Aenia, lay an entire encampment dedicated to their enemies, the land known as Illusium.

Marcus searched her face, her wild hair. “You sure?”

His eyes started to go up to search her room, but Ace tugged on his arm. He looked back down at her.

With a wave of hand, Hestia moved swiftly, making her way towards the window, when she paused. On the table, there was a small necklace of sorts. Hestia stared at it.

And she took it.

Might as well keep an heirloom to what could’ve been. The nicht that could’ve been.

Hestia witnessed the thing suddenly, but not surprised.

This had happened to ye r before, of course. The sudden change in a woman’s mood, the sign that her husband was coming home. The way the woman stuttered and stumbled over herself as she tried to come up with a lie.

Hestia placed a hand on Ace’s back. “If I need to leave, you can just say so.”

After all, she needed to get her battlesuit on anyway.


Marcus knocked on her door. He heard a faint murmuring and rustling, and he wondered. More rustling. Then a slamming sound, like..

Like…

“Ace? Are you okay?”

Hestia raised her dark brow. “You are a menace. A wonderful menace, but a menace nonetheless.”

She looked Ace in her lapis lazuli eyes, and smiled. “So you are ready then. Good. We live in ten minutes.”

Then she kissed her again.


Meanwhile, Marcus, carrying a bag big enough for the all the people coming on the recon, tan through the hallways of the palace. He was making his way to Ace.

It was better to spend time with her, and stay with her now, considering that they known when exactly they would leave.

Hestia was surprised.

She had been with countless women, women who were strong and weak, women wore dresses, and some that wore all the masculine clothing they could find.

That didn’t mean that any of them kissed the way Ace did.

She kissed her deeply, and she loved it, liked the way the woman grabbed her waist to claim that Hestia Stiria was HERS.

Hestia pulled back just a bit. “I came here to ask if you were ready. But you— you distracted me.”

👁👄👁

Hestia’s lips twitched a bit as Infernalis pushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

“I don’t think it’s a fickle thing at all. I think that sometimes… it works for people, and sometimes it doesn’t. And sometimes… people just find it.”

She wanted to kiss her.

So she would give in to her impulses.

Hestia moved forward, and before she could think about it, she brought her lips to Infernalis’s.

Hestia propped herself up to look at Infernalis.

REALLY look at her.

“And you still love him despite that?” She queried, a neatly plucked, dark eyebrow raised.

She wasn’t sure that she would be able to. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to love anyone, with how truly much of a monster she was.

She had learned to accept it.

“I don’t think I could do that.” Hestia commented absentmindedly.

Hestia tilted her head, before standing and making her way to Infernalis’s bed. She laid herself upon it.

“What did he do to you, Infernalis? What could ever be so bad?”

Hestia’s head swung to the side as she shot her arm out towards a bottle of wine and a glass with it. It floated towards her, albeit unsteadily. She poured herself a glass, then offered to Ace.

Hestia nodded after a moment. “Good.” Then she paused, not sure how to term the question. For the first time in her life, she was nervous.

But why?

“So… he is, your lover then.” Hestia finally said, looking at Infernalis with a darkened gaze. She wasn’t sure why it mattered to her, but it did.

It did DEEPLY.

Hestia smiled a bit, a flash of a gap showing. “I am doing wonderful. Except for Gaelanon. Dealing with him is quite more terrible than you would think.”

Hestia, being that her and Gaelanon were both from Badeux, were situated in the same sleeping wards. It was hell on earth.

“But,” Hestia said, “I actually had a reason to come. We need to talk about the Illusium recon. Do you think your lover can be trusted?”

Hestia strode into the room without waiting for Ace to invite her in. The room was quite well done, gold edging everywhere, but the walls painted a night sky black. There was a ebony chair with white gold lacing nearby, so Hestia sat in it.

She wore a dark purple night gown, something so short it brushed the bottoms of her thighs. It had lace on the top of it, and Hestia pulled it all together with her dark brown hair braided, and Nightflowers weaved through it.

“How are you, Infernalis?”

After a short moment, Marcus ran to the barracks, grabbed his chest locker and began pulling clothes out of it. Dress shirts, training shorts (Ace would probably enjoy seeing him in THOSE), a hair bandana to pull his dreads back…

It was a lot.

Meanwhile, Hestia traversed the halls, when she stumbled upon Infernalis’s room. She debated entering or not. If that man from earlier was Infernalis’s liver, it would be quite unwise to enter when he was possibly in there.

On the other hand, Hestia truly didn’t care.

She knocked on Infernalis’s door.

Marcus nodded a bit, taking a step back. He winked and finger gunned at Caspian.

“Um,” he satarted, “I’m ALSO going on that trip, so… tally Ho?” He nodded at them and turned around, walking towards the exit.

Depending on the castle levels, he would have to make a quick trip to the barracks and back, hopefully in time to spend some quality… recreations with Ace.

Marcus nodded, clearing his throat. There was a silence that was a bit stiffling, almost; it choked the air.

Marcus noticed Dante’s eyes wondering to Ace, and he shoved his hand out. “Oh! Hi, Dante, I’m Marcus Carnam. Your daughter’s… friend.”

Even though they had already met.

Even though he was pretty sure Dante remembered him.

Marcus couldn’t think.

Dante, thankfully, accepted his hand. “Nice to meet you again, Marcus.”

Dante furrowed his brows, looking to Cas for support. “We were told that the battle should be over by now. Unless it isn’t?”

It wasn’t, but perhaps it would give her parents a piece of mind to think that it was.

Marcus stood up, interrupting the conversation. “Yes, it is. We were actually just doing reparations and what not, making sure everyone is okay as we begin to build the city!”

A lie, if he ever told one, but her parents didn’t have to know that. All they knew is that their daughter was alive, and she was friends with the King now.