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Her trip to Athenia had been more insightful and enjoyable than Thea could have expected, but even so, the Thanasi daughter was still pleased to be home once more. It had been over a month since she’d slept in her own bed, tended to her little whispers. She would have a lot to busy herself with in the coming days, not that Thea was daunted by that thought. Above all else, she liked to be entertained, but if that was not possible, then being busy was far superior to boredom.
Thea’s first day back in Colchis, she sequestered herself to her bed chambers and enjoyed the comforts of home, only leaving to indulge in scalding hot baths in fine fragrances, milks or oils. Her business in Athenia, as well as her rather traumatic boatride home had left her feeling rather weak, but she had enough of her senses back to operate well enough. To her relief, her mind seemed much the same. Her biggest fear had been risking her mind’s integrity, but it seems the gods saw the benefit in leaving her with her one true weapon.
The following day, Thea supposed it would be high time she reconnected with the family. She did not need them to take it upon themselves to fret about the state in which she arrived home. She would grace them with her presence for a time and give the impression that she was pleased to be in their company again. Nothing too out of the ordinary; if there was any group of people that understood her better than others, it was those of her kin. Anything overly friendly would be met with concern and likely suspicion. However, familial connections insisted that she at least demonstrate a pleasure to be within the company of those who would want to harm her the least—in theory anyway.
She’d not gone all that out of her way during the Athenian festival to acquire some small gifts for her family. Token gestures were how the Thanasi demonstrated care after all, which was a relief, since Thea was not in any rush to pretend to enjoy familiar embraces of endearment. For her father, Thea had acquired a fine array of exotic oils, rumoured to have come from China even. Thea did not care if that was true or not, but gathered that her father would enjoy them all the same, especially as a ’peace’ offering if nothing else. For Nethis, a rather pretty pendant of a coiled snake. Evras would receive some dried meats, seasoned in some of the finest spices on offer, while Dion would enjoy a small pouch of exotic sweets. Dysius was in Megaris most of the time, so Thea figured he likely didn’t even notice her absence, so was in no need of a gift. Then finally, Thea chose a fine set of arrowheads. The trader she purchased them from seemed to insist that they worked best dipped in a poison, as their design led to holding a reservoir of the substance inside the head. Whatever the case, they looked impressive, so Thea had bought them for her youngest sibling.
It was Mihail she intended to visit first. Wearing a simple grey chiton, bound at the waist with a thin rope of silver, Thea made her way down to the gardens. She was relatively aware of Miahil’s schedule enough to know when he practised with his bow, provided he was home, or that his schedule had not changed since she left.
Holding the fine red pouch of arrowheads in her hand casually, Thea stepped lightly into Mihail’s practise area, her icy blue gaze falling on the well maintained thick of dark hair that could belong to none other than her illustrious brother.
Lani
Thea
Lani
Thea
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First Impressions:Lithe; Thick dark hair, sharp, pale features and striking blue eyes.
Address: Your Her Ladyship
Her trip to Athenia had been more insightful and enjoyable than Thea could have expected, but even so, the Thanasi daughter was still pleased to be home once more. It had been over a month since she’d slept in her own bed, tended to her little whispers. She would have a lot to busy herself with in the coming days, not that Thea was daunted by that thought. Above all else, she liked to be entertained, but if that was not possible, then being busy was far superior to boredom.
Thea’s first day back in Colchis, she sequestered herself to her bed chambers and enjoyed the comforts of home, only leaving to indulge in scalding hot baths in fine fragrances, milks or oils. Her business in Athenia, as well as her rather traumatic boatride home had left her feeling rather weak, but she had enough of her senses back to operate well enough. To her relief, her mind seemed much the same. Her biggest fear had been risking her mind’s integrity, but it seems the gods saw the benefit in leaving her with her one true weapon.
The following day, Thea supposed it would be high time she reconnected with the family. She did not need them to take it upon themselves to fret about the state in which she arrived home. She would grace them with her presence for a time and give the impression that she was pleased to be in their company again. Nothing too out of the ordinary; if there was any group of people that understood her better than others, it was those of her kin. Anything overly friendly would be met with concern and likely suspicion. However, familial connections insisted that she at least demonstrate a pleasure to be within the company of those who would want to harm her the least—in theory anyway.
She’d not gone all that out of her way during the Athenian festival to acquire some small gifts for her family. Token gestures were how the Thanasi demonstrated care after all, which was a relief, since Thea was not in any rush to pretend to enjoy familiar embraces of endearment. For her father, Thea had acquired a fine array of exotic oils, rumoured to have come from China even. Thea did not care if that was true or not, but gathered that her father would enjoy them all the same, especially as a ’peace’ offering if nothing else. For Nethis, a rather pretty pendant of a coiled snake. Evras would receive some dried meats, seasoned in some of the finest spices on offer, while Dion would enjoy a small pouch of exotic sweets. Dysius was in Megaris most of the time, so Thea figured he likely didn’t even notice her absence, so was in no need of a gift. Then finally, Thea chose a fine set of arrowheads. The trader she purchased them from seemed to insist that they worked best dipped in a poison, as their design led to holding a reservoir of the substance inside the head. Whatever the case, they looked impressive, so Thea had bought them for her youngest sibling.
It was Mihail she intended to visit first. Wearing a simple grey chiton, bound at the waist with a thin rope of silver, Thea made her way down to the gardens. She was relatively aware of Miahil’s schedule enough to know when he practised with his bow, provided he was home, or that his schedule had not changed since she left.
Holding the fine red pouch of arrowheads in her hand casually, Thea stepped lightly into Mihail’s practise area, her icy blue gaze falling on the well maintained thick of dark hair that could belong to none other than her illustrious brother.
Her trip to Athenia had been more insightful and enjoyable than Thea could have expected, but even so, the Thanasi daughter was still pleased to be home once more. It had been over a month since she’d slept in her own bed, tended to her little whispers. She would have a lot to busy herself with in the coming days, not that Thea was daunted by that thought. Above all else, she liked to be entertained, but if that was not possible, then being busy was far superior to boredom.
Thea’s first day back in Colchis, she sequestered herself to her bed chambers and enjoyed the comforts of home, only leaving to indulge in scalding hot baths in fine fragrances, milks or oils. Her business in Athenia, as well as her rather traumatic boatride home had left her feeling rather weak, but she had enough of her senses back to operate well enough. To her relief, her mind seemed much the same. Her biggest fear had been risking her mind’s integrity, but it seems the gods saw the benefit in leaving her with her one true weapon.
The following day, Thea supposed it would be high time she reconnected with the family. She did not need them to take it upon themselves to fret about the state in which she arrived home. She would grace them with her presence for a time and give the impression that she was pleased to be in their company again. Nothing too out of the ordinary; if there was any group of people that understood her better than others, it was those of her kin. Anything overly friendly would be met with concern and likely suspicion. However, familial connections insisted that she at least demonstrate a pleasure to be within the company of those who would want to harm her the least—in theory anyway.
She’d not gone all that out of her way during the Athenian festival to acquire some small gifts for her family. Token gestures were how the Thanasi demonstrated care after all, which was a relief, since Thea was not in any rush to pretend to enjoy familiar embraces of endearment. For her father, Thea had acquired a fine array of exotic oils, rumoured to have come from China even. Thea did not care if that was true or not, but gathered that her father would enjoy them all the same, especially as a ’peace’ offering if nothing else. For Nethis, a rather pretty pendant of a coiled snake. Evras would receive some dried meats, seasoned in some of the finest spices on offer, while Dion would enjoy a small pouch of exotic sweets. Dysius was in Megaris most of the time, so Thea figured he likely didn’t even notice her absence, so was in no need of a gift. Then finally, Thea chose a fine set of arrowheads. The trader she purchased them from seemed to insist that they worked best dipped in a poison, as their design led to holding a reservoir of the substance inside the head. Whatever the case, they looked impressive, so Thea had bought them for her youngest sibling.
It was Mihail she intended to visit first. Wearing a simple grey chiton, bound at the waist with a thin rope of silver, Thea made her way down to the gardens. She was relatively aware of Miahil’s schedule enough to know when he practised with his bow, provided he was home, or that his schedule had not changed since she left.
Holding the fine red pouch of arrowheads in her hand casually, Thea stepped lightly into Mihail’s practise area, her icy blue gaze falling on the well maintained thick of dark hair that could belong to none other than her illustrious brother.
Mihail knew that Thea had returned. Although the woman had not yet deigned to greet her family (he could not blame her — travel was such a hassle), he was the farthest thing from stupid, and it was obvious that his middle sister was back in the home, even if she was hiding out in the comfort of her chambers. He did not especially care either way, for though he loved her enough and would never reject her coddling, he did not lend himself to great shows of emotion, and he had opted to continue about his life as though there were no obvious changes. It did not do to adjust one’s days for another, and the youngest Thanasi did so loathe to inconvenience himself.
The first item on his daily agenda was the several hour practice that he dedicated to his favoured sport until he was appropriately convinced that his skill was unmatchable.
Traditionally, the three hours of archery he enjoyed each morning were rigid in nature, primarily dedicated to ensuring that he remained capable of shooting countless arrows in a straight line with few variations. After all, one could not call themselves a master at the sport if they were not able to prove an ability to shoot an arrow into its desired target in any conditions, and it was Mihail’s ambition to make clear to all that he possessed precisely that ability and more. But every so often, his easy boredom would get the better of him and he would eschew that strict agenda for something a little more varied.
Today was one of those days. His archery range had been set up as was typical, with the target located a comfortable ninety metres and one of the staff lingering awkwardly beside the table of refreshments, ready to collect the arrows at the end of each round. She had only played the role of collector for a couple of weeks, but the fact that no shots had been lodged in her chest just yet was surely a positive note. For the first hour, Mihail had warmed up with his typical routine, then sent the girl to tidy while he had paused for a long drink of wine. The second hour, he had thought to focus on those more dramatic tricks that did not so often come up in competition, but which were delightful to perform whenever possible, particularly when they proved he could shoot an arrow almost perfectly without even sparing more than a single glance in the direction of the target.
It was at this point that his sister arrived, alerting her presence through the familiarity of her light footsteps. Mihail turned to look at her, watching her approach through the corner of his eye as he made the move to shoot another arrow without looking, as if he needed to show off his skill to any member of his family. “Thea,” he greeted simply, as if she had not been away, lowering his bow and moving forwards to offer a hug that he would not have given most others. A stray hand waved towards the target as a signal that his companion should make the effort to tidy now, though his attention did not waver from his sister.
“It is nice to see you home,” he said at last, though his tone could not quite hit the emotion behind the words even if they both knew he meant it. He glanced down at the pouch in her hands, an eyebrow quirked upwards for a moment. “What brings you to interrupt my practice? Were you so desperate for a show?”
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Mihail
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Mihail
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Address: Your His Lordship
Mihail knew that Thea had returned. Although the woman had not yet deigned to greet her family (he could not blame her — travel was such a hassle), he was the farthest thing from stupid, and it was obvious that his middle sister was back in the home, even if she was hiding out in the comfort of her chambers. He did not especially care either way, for though he loved her enough and would never reject her coddling, he did not lend himself to great shows of emotion, and he had opted to continue about his life as though there were no obvious changes. It did not do to adjust one’s days for another, and the youngest Thanasi did so loathe to inconvenience himself.
The first item on his daily agenda was the several hour practice that he dedicated to his favoured sport until he was appropriately convinced that his skill was unmatchable.
Traditionally, the three hours of archery he enjoyed each morning were rigid in nature, primarily dedicated to ensuring that he remained capable of shooting countless arrows in a straight line with few variations. After all, one could not call themselves a master at the sport if they were not able to prove an ability to shoot an arrow into its desired target in any conditions, and it was Mihail’s ambition to make clear to all that he possessed precisely that ability and more. But every so often, his easy boredom would get the better of him and he would eschew that strict agenda for something a little more varied.
Today was one of those days. His archery range had been set up as was typical, with the target located a comfortable ninety metres and one of the staff lingering awkwardly beside the table of refreshments, ready to collect the arrows at the end of each round. She had only played the role of collector for a couple of weeks, but the fact that no shots had been lodged in her chest just yet was surely a positive note. For the first hour, Mihail had warmed up with his typical routine, then sent the girl to tidy while he had paused for a long drink of wine. The second hour, he had thought to focus on those more dramatic tricks that did not so often come up in competition, but which were delightful to perform whenever possible, particularly when they proved he could shoot an arrow almost perfectly without even sparing more than a single glance in the direction of the target.
It was at this point that his sister arrived, alerting her presence through the familiarity of her light footsteps. Mihail turned to look at her, watching her approach through the corner of his eye as he made the move to shoot another arrow without looking, as if he needed to show off his skill to any member of his family. “Thea,” he greeted simply, as if she had not been away, lowering his bow and moving forwards to offer a hug that he would not have given most others. A stray hand waved towards the target as a signal that his companion should make the effort to tidy now, though his attention did not waver from his sister.
“It is nice to see you home,” he said at last, though his tone could not quite hit the emotion behind the words even if they both knew he meant it. He glanced down at the pouch in her hands, an eyebrow quirked upwards for a moment. “What brings you to interrupt my practice? Were you so desperate for a show?”
Mihail knew that Thea had returned. Although the woman had not yet deigned to greet her family (he could not blame her — travel was such a hassle), he was the farthest thing from stupid, and it was obvious that his middle sister was back in the home, even if she was hiding out in the comfort of her chambers. He did not especially care either way, for though he loved her enough and would never reject her coddling, he did not lend himself to great shows of emotion, and he had opted to continue about his life as though there were no obvious changes. It did not do to adjust one’s days for another, and the youngest Thanasi did so loathe to inconvenience himself.
The first item on his daily agenda was the several hour practice that he dedicated to his favoured sport until he was appropriately convinced that his skill was unmatchable.
Traditionally, the three hours of archery he enjoyed each morning were rigid in nature, primarily dedicated to ensuring that he remained capable of shooting countless arrows in a straight line with few variations. After all, one could not call themselves a master at the sport if they were not able to prove an ability to shoot an arrow into its desired target in any conditions, and it was Mihail’s ambition to make clear to all that he possessed precisely that ability and more. But every so often, his easy boredom would get the better of him and he would eschew that strict agenda for something a little more varied.
Today was one of those days. His archery range had been set up as was typical, with the target located a comfortable ninety metres and one of the staff lingering awkwardly beside the table of refreshments, ready to collect the arrows at the end of each round. She had only played the role of collector for a couple of weeks, but the fact that no shots had been lodged in her chest just yet was surely a positive note. For the first hour, Mihail had warmed up with his typical routine, then sent the girl to tidy while he had paused for a long drink of wine. The second hour, he had thought to focus on those more dramatic tricks that did not so often come up in competition, but which were delightful to perform whenever possible, particularly when they proved he could shoot an arrow almost perfectly without even sparing more than a single glance in the direction of the target.
It was at this point that his sister arrived, alerting her presence through the familiarity of her light footsteps. Mihail turned to look at her, watching her approach through the corner of his eye as he made the move to shoot another arrow without looking, as if he needed to show off his skill to any member of his family. “Thea,” he greeted simply, as if she had not been away, lowering his bow and moving forwards to offer a hug that he would not have given most others. A stray hand waved towards the target as a signal that his companion should make the effort to tidy now, though his attention did not waver from his sister.
“It is nice to see you home,” he said at last, though his tone could not quite hit the emotion behind the words even if they both knew he meant it. He glanced down at the pouch in her hands, an eyebrow quirked upwards for a moment. “What brings you to interrupt my practice? Were you so desperate for a show?”
Mihail had always been a marvelous shot. Those who didn't truly know him sometimes made the foolish error of underestimating him, just because he was the youngest. Mihail took to his place as the youngest with a ferocity to be seen and noticed. His languid demeanour and unabashed creation of Mimi certainly made Mihail stand out from the drabble. Then to top it off, he honed a respected skill to perfection. Anyone who could even contemplate looking down at the youngest Thanasi clearly had less brain cells inside their skull than a stone.
Thea didn’t announce her presence, but Mihail turned to her regardless and fired an impressive shot without looking. Thea rewarded him with an amused smirk. Her cool blue gaze stayed on him as he lowered his bow and approached her. When he extended his arms to her in a hug, she accepted without hesitation. Mihail was one of the few people in existence that Thea had patience and time for.
’It is nice to see you home.’
If anyone in her family was actually going to be sincere when speaking such words to her, it was Mihail. Although her presence didn’t regularly interrupt his daily routine one way or another, she was inclined to believe that he probably did prefer it when she was home. She herself was glad to be home and free to indulge in the familiar comforts of their Colchian dwelling.
Thea observed the way Mihail’s deep, dark eyes trailed down to the pouch in her hand. Her sly smirk spread just that little bit more. She knew her brother enjoyed gifts and Thea hoped her choice for him would be pleasing. She herself was not very well versed in archery, but she let herself appear to be in order for the merchant to show her his best wares. Simply presenting herself as disinterested and mostly disappointed had the merchant tripping over himself to procure his finest items not on display.
“What brings you to interrupt my practice? Were you so desperate for a show?”
“Always,” Thea answered lightly, her tone far less sarcastic than it would have been to anyone that was not her family. Curious to see if she had chosen well, Thea handed the pouch to her brother. “Perhaps these will be of use.”
If he did not like the arrowheads, then Thea would see to getting her new supplier in Athenia to take care of the little marksman merchant. She did not tolerate being deceived, and it would be the last mistake he ever made if it was the case.
Lani
Thea
Lani
Thea
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First Impressions:Lithe; Thick dark hair, sharp, pale features and striking blue eyes.
Address: Your Her Ladyship
Mihail had always been a marvelous shot. Those who didn't truly know him sometimes made the foolish error of underestimating him, just because he was the youngest. Mihail took to his place as the youngest with a ferocity to be seen and noticed. His languid demeanour and unabashed creation of Mimi certainly made Mihail stand out from the drabble. Then to top it off, he honed a respected skill to perfection. Anyone who could even contemplate looking down at the youngest Thanasi clearly had less brain cells inside their skull than a stone.
Thea didn’t announce her presence, but Mihail turned to her regardless and fired an impressive shot without looking. Thea rewarded him with an amused smirk. Her cool blue gaze stayed on him as he lowered his bow and approached her. When he extended his arms to her in a hug, she accepted without hesitation. Mihail was one of the few people in existence that Thea had patience and time for.
’It is nice to see you home.’
If anyone in her family was actually going to be sincere when speaking such words to her, it was Mihail. Although her presence didn’t regularly interrupt his daily routine one way or another, she was inclined to believe that he probably did prefer it when she was home. She herself was glad to be home and free to indulge in the familiar comforts of their Colchian dwelling.
Thea observed the way Mihail’s deep, dark eyes trailed down to the pouch in her hand. Her sly smirk spread just that little bit more. She knew her brother enjoyed gifts and Thea hoped her choice for him would be pleasing. She herself was not very well versed in archery, but she let herself appear to be in order for the merchant to show her his best wares. Simply presenting herself as disinterested and mostly disappointed had the merchant tripping over himself to procure his finest items not on display.
“What brings you to interrupt my practice? Were you so desperate for a show?”
“Always,” Thea answered lightly, her tone far less sarcastic than it would have been to anyone that was not her family. Curious to see if she had chosen well, Thea handed the pouch to her brother. “Perhaps these will be of use.”
If he did not like the arrowheads, then Thea would see to getting her new supplier in Athenia to take care of the little marksman merchant. She did not tolerate being deceived, and it would be the last mistake he ever made if it was the case.
Mihail had always been a marvelous shot. Those who didn't truly know him sometimes made the foolish error of underestimating him, just because he was the youngest. Mihail took to his place as the youngest with a ferocity to be seen and noticed. His languid demeanour and unabashed creation of Mimi certainly made Mihail stand out from the drabble. Then to top it off, he honed a respected skill to perfection. Anyone who could even contemplate looking down at the youngest Thanasi clearly had less brain cells inside their skull than a stone.
Thea didn’t announce her presence, but Mihail turned to her regardless and fired an impressive shot without looking. Thea rewarded him with an amused smirk. Her cool blue gaze stayed on him as he lowered his bow and approached her. When he extended his arms to her in a hug, she accepted without hesitation. Mihail was one of the few people in existence that Thea had patience and time for.
’It is nice to see you home.’
If anyone in her family was actually going to be sincere when speaking such words to her, it was Mihail. Although her presence didn’t regularly interrupt his daily routine one way or another, she was inclined to believe that he probably did prefer it when she was home. She herself was glad to be home and free to indulge in the familiar comforts of their Colchian dwelling.
Thea observed the way Mihail’s deep, dark eyes trailed down to the pouch in her hand. Her sly smirk spread just that little bit more. She knew her brother enjoyed gifts and Thea hoped her choice for him would be pleasing. She herself was not very well versed in archery, but she let herself appear to be in order for the merchant to show her his best wares. Simply presenting herself as disinterested and mostly disappointed had the merchant tripping over himself to procure his finest items not on display.
“What brings you to interrupt my practice? Were you so desperate for a show?”
“Always,” Thea answered lightly, her tone far less sarcastic than it would have been to anyone that was not her family. Curious to see if she had chosen well, Thea handed the pouch to her brother. “Perhaps these will be of use.”
If he did not like the arrowheads, then Thea would see to getting her new supplier in Athenia to take care of the little marksman merchant. She did not tolerate being deceived, and it would be the last mistake he ever made if it was the case.
Mihail enjoyed gifts. It was one of those facets of his personality that he found it difficult to hide no matter how much he tried, though he supposed he did not mind when faced with his sisters. They were not the ones against whom he had to present any front, and he was glad for them to know that he wanted if it meant that he would easily obtain (and, usually, he would, for they had long since been the source of his coddling). He was unlikely to turn down anything they brought him unless it was truly offensive to his interests, and he was typically certain that it would not be.
He took the pouch gladly, glancing within at the contents with an eyebrow raised inquisitively as he investigated, though the moment he had seen the arrowheads he had known he would like them. Anything that linked back to his interest in archery was a positive, no matter how useful it might have been. Thea knew what he liked. That said, he could tell they were different from the usual, for his sister was unlikely to offer him something that wasn’t valuable and, regardless, they had a different weight to them than the usual. Something more hollow that spoke to a secret purpose. They were excellent.
“What are these?” Mihail questioned, removing one from the pouch and turning it over in his hand as he analysed its content and the obvious design for filling it with liquid of some kind. He moved to select one of his own arrows, carefully untying the arrowhead from the shaft and starting to replace it with the new specimen. It was not a task that he was used to completing (there was a purpose to staff, after all), but he thought an archer was worth little if they did not know all the tricks of maintenance associated with their weapon of choice. “Thea. You should not have.” Although he said it only out of politeness, for a further wave of realisation had come over him once the arrowheadss were properly attached, and he knew exactly what purpose they would serve. He wanted to play.
Loading the new arrow into his bow, he turned to face his sister again properly, head tilted curiously to one side as he positioned the weapon with mock intention to shoot, testing the weight of the new ammunition. There was only one way to test poison, after all. “Did you want a show? I think I would be more than glad to provide. Some of the staff have been rather...troublesome of late.”
Az
Mihail
Az
Mihail
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First Impressions:Slim; Broken nose, piercing gaze, red-painted nails.
Address: Your His Lordship
Mihail enjoyed gifts. It was one of those facets of his personality that he found it difficult to hide no matter how much he tried, though he supposed he did not mind when faced with his sisters. They were not the ones against whom he had to present any front, and he was glad for them to know that he wanted if it meant that he would easily obtain (and, usually, he would, for they had long since been the source of his coddling). He was unlikely to turn down anything they brought him unless it was truly offensive to his interests, and he was typically certain that it would not be.
He took the pouch gladly, glancing within at the contents with an eyebrow raised inquisitively as he investigated, though the moment he had seen the arrowheads he had known he would like them. Anything that linked back to his interest in archery was a positive, no matter how useful it might have been. Thea knew what he liked. That said, he could tell they were different from the usual, for his sister was unlikely to offer him something that wasn’t valuable and, regardless, they had a different weight to them than the usual. Something more hollow that spoke to a secret purpose. They were excellent.
“What are these?” Mihail questioned, removing one from the pouch and turning it over in his hand as he analysed its content and the obvious design for filling it with liquid of some kind. He moved to select one of his own arrows, carefully untying the arrowhead from the shaft and starting to replace it with the new specimen. It was not a task that he was used to completing (there was a purpose to staff, after all), but he thought an archer was worth little if they did not know all the tricks of maintenance associated with their weapon of choice. “Thea. You should not have.” Although he said it only out of politeness, for a further wave of realisation had come over him once the arrowheadss were properly attached, and he knew exactly what purpose they would serve. He wanted to play.
Loading the new arrow into his bow, he turned to face his sister again properly, head tilted curiously to one side as he positioned the weapon with mock intention to shoot, testing the weight of the new ammunition. There was only one way to test poison, after all. “Did you want a show? I think I would be more than glad to provide. Some of the staff have been rather...troublesome of late.”
Mihail enjoyed gifts. It was one of those facets of his personality that he found it difficult to hide no matter how much he tried, though he supposed he did not mind when faced with his sisters. They were not the ones against whom he had to present any front, and he was glad for them to know that he wanted if it meant that he would easily obtain (and, usually, he would, for they had long since been the source of his coddling). He was unlikely to turn down anything they brought him unless it was truly offensive to his interests, and he was typically certain that it would not be.
He took the pouch gladly, glancing within at the contents with an eyebrow raised inquisitively as he investigated, though the moment he had seen the arrowheads he had known he would like them. Anything that linked back to his interest in archery was a positive, no matter how useful it might have been. Thea knew what he liked. That said, he could tell they were different from the usual, for his sister was unlikely to offer him something that wasn’t valuable and, regardless, they had a different weight to them than the usual. Something more hollow that spoke to a secret purpose. They were excellent.
“What are these?” Mihail questioned, removing one from the pouch and turning it over in his hand as he analysed its content and the obvious design for filling it with liquid of some kind. He moved to select one of his own arrows, carefully untying the arrowhead from the shaft and starting to replace it with the new specimen. It was not a task that he was used to completing (there was a purpose to staff, after all), but he thought an archer was worth little if they did not know all the tricks of maintenance associated with their weapon of choice. “Thea. You should not have.” Although he said it only out of politeness, for a further wave of realisation had come over him once the arrowheadss were properly attached, and he knew exactly what purpose they would serve. He wanted to play.
Loading the new arrow into his bow, he turned to face his sister again properly, head tilted curiously to one side as he positioned the weapon with mock intention to shoot, testing the weight of the new ammunition. There was only one way to test poison, after all. “Did you want a show? I think I would be more than glad to provide. Some of the staff have been rather...troublesome of late.”
There was something pleasing about knowing that she had chosen well. Mihail had always been one to enjoy gifts, but it was even better when it seemed like her brother actually liked what it was that was given to him.
“I was told you can fill them with poison,” Thea answered at his inquisition, her icy blue eyes watching the expressions that passed over his striking features. When Mihail reached for one of his own arrows, Thea watched with a new sense of interest. Her lack of marksmanship meant that she was unable to check for herself if the arrow heads would fit as seamlessly to his arrow shafts, as the merchant had promised. Thankfully, Mihail was able to screw on the new arrowhead with no trouble. The merchant would live to see another day.
’Thea. You should not have.’
A polite response, but pleasing all the same. Thea allowed a less sardonic smirk than usual, grace her features. At least she was able to make her trip somewhat worthwhile. She’d done as her father had requested, but she’d also managed to make the trip her own. Daniil of Marikas would be following after her soon enough, and now Thea had a secret of her own, one she paid dearly for, but the risk was worth the benefit. She had survived the ordeal and now she would bear no man an heir. Being able to bring home something for the closest of her siblings was just an added bonus. Discreetly, it suggested that she was better off being home than shipped off to be some man’s wife.
Mihail knocked his arrow and held it up inquisitively. Though the arrow was drawn, Thea’s relaxed stance didn’t waver. She knew Mihail wouldn’t shoot her. However, given it was her brother, and knowing that it pleased him to be entertained, Thea gave the slightest hitch of her brow, as if daring him.
’Did you want a show? I think I would be more than glad to provide. Some of the staff have been rather...troublesome of late.’
Oh. Well now that was an interesting proposal indeed. This was another reason why it served her to provide practical gifts for her brother. He had a marvelous way of adding flare to any idea and she could appreciate that he had lived up to that now too.
“You spoil me, I would like nothing more.”
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There was something pleasing about knowing that she had chosen well. Mihail had always been one to enjoy gifts, but it was even better when it seemed like her brother actually liked what it was that was given to him.
“I was told you can fill them with poison,” Thea answered at his inquisition, her icy blue eyes watching the expressions that passed over his striking features. When Mihail reached for one of his own arrows, Thea watched with a new sense of interest. Her lack of marksmanship meant that she was unable to check for herself if the arrow heads would fit as seamlessly to his arrow shafts, as the merchant had promised. Thankfully, Mihail was able to screw on the new arrowhead with no trouble. The merchant would live to see another day.
’Thea. You should not have.’
A polite response, but pleasing all the same. Thea allowed a less sardonic smirk than usual, grace her features. At least she was able to make her trip somewhat worthwhile. She’d done as her father had requested, but she’d also managed to make the trip her own. Daniil of Marikas would be following after her soon enough, and now Thea had a secret of her own, one she paid dearly for, but the risk was worth the benefit. She had survived the ordeal and now she would bear no man an heir. Being able to bring home something for the closest of her siblings was just an added bonus. Discreetly, it suggested that she was better off being home than shipped off to be some man’s wife.
Mihail knocked his arrow and held it up inquisitively. Though the arrow was drawn, Thea’s relaxed stance didn’t waver. She knew Mihail wouldn’t shoot her. However, given it was her brother, and knowing that it pleased him to be entertained, Thea gave the slightest hitch of her brow, as if daring him.
’Did you want a show? I think I would be more than glad to provide. Some of the staff have been rather...troublesome of late.’
Oh. Well now that was an interesting proposal indeed. This was another reason why it served her to provide practical gifts for her brother. He had a marvelous way of adding flare to any idea and she could appreciate that he had lived up to that now too.
“You spoil me, I would like nothing more.”
There was something pleasing about knowing that she had chosen well. Mihail had always been one to enjoy gifts, but it was even better when it seemed like her brother actually liked what it was that was given to him.
“I was told you can fill them with poison,” Thea answered at his inquisition, her icy blue eyes watching the expressions that passed over his striking features. When Mihail reached for one of his own arrows, Thea watched with a new sense of interest. Her lack of marksmanship meant that she was unable to check for herself if the arrow heads would fit as seamlessly to his arrow shafts, as the merchant had promised. Thankfully, Mihail was able to screw on the new arrowhead with no trouble. The merchant would live to see another day.
’Thea. You should not have.’
A polite response, but pleasing all the same. Thea allowed a less sardonic smirk than usual, grace her features. At least she was able to make her trip somewhat worthwhile. She’d done as her father had requested, but she’d also managed to make the trip her own. Daniil of Marikas would be following after her soon enough, and now Thea had a secret of her own, one she paid dearly for, but the risk was worth the benefit. She had survived the ordeal and now she would bear no man an heir. Being able to bring home something for the closest of her siblings was just an added bonus. Discreetly, it suggested that she was better off being home than shipped off to be some man’s wife.
Mihail knocked his arrow and held it up inquisitively. Though the arrow was drawn, Thea’s relaxed stance didn’t waver. She knew Mihail wouldn’t shoot her. However, given it was her brother, and knowing that it pleased him to be entertained, Thea gave the slightest hitch of her brow, as if daring him.
’Did you want a show? I think I would be more than glad to provide. Some of the staff have been rather...troublesome of late.’
Oh. Well now that was an interesting proposal indeed. This was another reason why it served her to provide practical gifts for her brother. He had a marvelous way of adding flare to any idea and she could appreciate that he had lived up to that now too.
“You spoil me, I would like nothing more.”
“A show it shall be,” Mihail replied with a sense of nonchalance and a semi-amused smile, as though his suggestion implied nothing more than a simple performance of music and not the threatened death of at least one member of staff. He lowered the weapon as he turned to face the servant waiting for instruction, gesturing back into the house. “In my chambers — in the study — there should be a small wooden chest; somewhere among the shelves. Fetch it and...on your return journey, do summon that boy who is supposed to take care of Draco’s enclosure. I forget his name.” Though he was quite certain he had never learned it.
While she was gone, the Thanasi turned back to his sister, examining her features thoughtfully. He did not usually care for the lives of others and shied away from most examples of small talk when it proved too dull, but he supposed he could make some kind exception for one of the sisters who had done such a kindness in raising him throughout his life. They merited some credit. “How was Athenia? I did miss you rather a bit. You know you are one of my favourite sisters.” A truth, if perhaps an absurd one when there were only three to choose from, but Mihail had always liked the promise the words held and the slight manipulation behind them, as if to imply that he should be offered some further favour for doing her the honour of titling her so highly. “Tell me about your visit.” He crossed back to his refreshment table as he spoke, pouring himself a goblet of wine and then doing the same for her, holding it out. If she did not want it, well, he would never turn down another drink.
Eventually, the servant returned with the boy in tow and the requested chest in her arms, depositing it gently on the table before returning to her previous waiting position. Mihail made some indication to ensure his new target stood in place, taking his time at unlocking the private compartment hidden within the box and removing a minuscule vial. All Thanasis had their poison, after all, and though he was not the kind who favoured it as a weapon when blood was so delectable, he did not deviate from that particular norm.
It was a simple matter to fill the arrowhead with the transparent liquid, as though he had practised something similar before. When it was done, he reattached the piece to one of his bolts and stepped back towards Thea. “I do hope this is a good enough show for you. I would hate to disappoint my sister when she has brought me such a wonderful gift.” He offered her a friendly though stoic look, then positioned the weapon once more, aiming this time towards the boy who had realised all too late why he had been brought out so suddenly. He had failed in his task at maintaining Draco’s enclosure, so it was only fair that the viper’s venom was what killed him. It was almost a shame.
“Run.”
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Mihail
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Mihail
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Address: Your His Lordship
“A show it shall be,” Mihail replied with a sense of nonchalance and a semi-amused smile, as though his suggestion implied nothing more than a simple performance of music and not the threatened death of at least one member of staff. He lowered the weapon as he turned to face the servant waiting for instruction, gesturing back into the house. “In my chambers — in the study — there should be a small wooden chest; somewhere among the shelves. Fetch it and...on your return journey, do summon that boy who is supposed to take care of Draco’s enclosure. I forget his name.” Though he was quite certain he had never learned it.
While she was gone, the Thanasi turned back to his sister, examining her features thoughtfully. He did not usually care for the lives of others and shied away from most examples of small talk when it proved too dull, but he supposed he could make some kind exception for one of the sisters who had done such a kindness in raising him throughout his life. They merited some credit. “How was Athenia? I did miss you rather a bit. You know you are one of my favourite sisters.” A truth, if perhaps an absurd one when there were only three to choose from, but Mihail had always liked the promise the words held and the slight manipulation behind them, as if to imply that he should be offered some further favour for doing her the honour of titling her so highly. “Tell me about your visit.” He crossed back to his refreshment table as he spoke, pouring himself a goblet of wine and then doing the same for her, holding it out. If she did not want it, well, he would never turn down another drink.
Eventually, the servant returned with the boy in tow and the requested chest in her arms, depositing it gently on the table before returning to her previous waiting position. Mihail made some indication to ensure his new target stood in place, taking his time at unlocking the private compartment hidden within the box and removing a minuscule vial. All Thanasis had their poison, after all, and though he was not the kind who favoured it as a weapon when blood was so delectable, he did not deviate from that particular norm.
It was a simple matter to fill the arrowhead with the transparent liquid, as though he had practised something similar before. When it was done, he reattached the piece to one of his bolts and stepped back towards Thea. “I do hope this is a good enough show for you. I would hate to disappoint my sister when she has brought me such a wonderful gift.” He offered her a friendly though stoic look, then positioned the weapon once more, aiming this time towards the boy who had realised all too late why he had been brought out so suddenly. He had failed in his task at maintaining Draco’s enclosure, so it was only fair that the viper’s venom was what killed him. It was almost a shame.
“Run.”
“A show it shall be,” Mihail replied with a sense of nonchalance and a semi-amused smile, as though his suggestion implied nothing more than a simple performance of music and not the threatened death of at least one member of staff. He lowered the weapon as he turned to face the servant waiting for instruction, gesturing back into the house. “In my chambers — in the study — there should be a small wooden chest; somewhere among the shelves. Fetch it and...on your return journey, do summon that boy who is supposed to take care of Draco’s enclosure. I forget his name.” Though he was quite certain he had never learned it.
While she was gone, the Thanasi turned back to his sister, examining her features thoughtfully. He did not usually care for the lives of others and shied away from most examples of small talk when it proved too dull, but he supposed he could make some kind exception for one of the sisters who had done such a kindness in raising him throughout his life. They merited some credit. “How was Athenia? I did miss you rather a bit. You know you are one of my favourite sisters.” A truth, if perhaps an absurd one when there were only three to choose from, but Mihail had always liked the promise the words held and the slight manipulation behind them, as if to imply that he should be offered some further favour for doing her the honour of titling her so highly. “Tell me about your visit.” He crossed back to his refreshment table as he spoke, pouring himself a goblet of wine and then doing the same for her, holding it out. If she did not want it, well, he would never turn down another drink.
Eventually, the servant returned with the boy in tow and the requested chest in her arms, depositing it gently on the table before returning to her previous waiting position. Mihail made some indication to ensure his new target stood in place, taking his time at unlocking the private compartment hidden within the box and removing a minuscule vial. All Thanasis had their poison, after all, and though he was not the kind who favoured it as a weapon when blood was so delectable, he did not deviate from that particular norm.
It was a simple matter to fill the arrowhead with the transparent liquid, as though he had practised something similar before. When it was done, he reattached the piece to one of his bolts and stepped back towards Thea. “I do hope this is a good enough show for you. I would hate to disappoint my sister when she has brought me such a wonderful gift.” He offered her a friendly though stoic look, then positioned the weapon once more, aiming this time towards the boy who had realised all too late why he had been brought out so suddenly. He had failed in his task at maintaining Draco’s enclosure, so it was only fair that the viper’s venom was what killed him. It was almost a shame.
“Run.”
Thea cast her icy gaze toward the retreating form of the servant as she ran off to collect Mihail’s wooden chest, before returning her full attention back to her brother. He was watching her, considering her. Thea was aware she still looked a little worse for wear, but it was nothing the return to her routine and reliable diet wouldn’t fix. The benefits of her actions taken while in Athenia were worth the near death experience.
’How was Athenia? I did miss you rather a bit. You know you are one of my favourite sisters.’
He had always been good at that, pandering to her and Nethis in particular. Even Evras before she went and ensnared the Kotas prince. While Thea had no doubts that he likely said the same to both Evras and Nethis, Thea allowed him a small smile, her expression hinting at pleased amusement.
“Of which you have so many,” Thea answered as she joined him by his refreshments table. In truth, Thea enjoyed Mihail most out of her brothers, though that was less of a qualifying statement. Dysius tried too hard to be all that Nethis could do in her sleep. Mihail at least was confident in his person, a trait that was necessary in all Thanasi.
’Tell me about your visit.’
Thea took the wine and drank from the goblet easily. It was much nicer to have the fine vintages they kept at home, than whatever swill it was the sailors tried to pass off as wine on the boat. “Tiresome, but done now at least.” Thea did tilt her head to the side as she considered how best to answer. She understood the use of small talk to fill the silence and while she didn’t often entertain it with others, she made exceptions for her family.
“I arranged for plenty of fine poisons to make their way here. The youngest Marikas girl should be docking in Colchis in the near future too.” Thea took another sip of her wine after she finished speaking, though made no effort to conceal the sly smirk that crossed her lips. Daniil of Marikas would be her next little play thing. She need not worry about how Daniil planned to arrive, just that she would. Of that, Thea was certain. Thea was patient, she could wait for however long it took for the young owl to make her way over. Then the real fun could begin. Thea would have uninterrupted access to the girl.
She would be nothing but a broken mess by the time Thea was done.
Soon enough the servant was back with the requested chest and the boy. Thea watched silently as Mihail filled the arrowhead with what she could only imagine was his serpent’s venom. A classy choice, Thea was pleased to say.
’I do hope this is a good enough show for you. I would hate to disappoint my sister when she has brought me such a wonderful gift.’
Thea smirked in response, allowing herself to appear more interested than she normally would. Then lengths she would go to just to appease her family, though in saying that, she legitimately was interested to see how the new arrow heads worked. There was nothing quite like live bait.
Thea’s icy gaze travelled over to the boy and she felt a wave of delight as she noticed the realisation dawning on his features. Seeing fear in others was addictive. Thea enjoyed taking time to play with her toys, but she could see the appeal of something a bit more quickly paced.
’Run.’
Thea’s grin was anything but kind as she watched the boy practically spring from his position. Raising her goblet to her lips, Thea kept her gaze on the boy, though she waited for the sweet sound of the arrow being released.
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Thea
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Thea
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Address: Your Her Ladyship
Thea cast her icy gaze toward the retreating form of the servant as she ran off to collect Mihail’s wooden chest, before returning her full attention back to her brother. He was watching her, considering her. Thea was aware she still looked a little worse for wear, but it was nothing the return to her routine and reliable diet wouldn’t fix. The benefits of her actions taken while in Athenia were worth the near death experience.
’How was Athenia? I did miss you rather a bit. You know you are one of my favourite sisters.’
He had always been good at that, pandering to her and Nethis in particular. Even Evras before she went and ensnared the Kotas prince. While Thea had no doubts that he likely said the same to both Evras and Nethis, Thea allowed him a small smile, her expression hinting at pleased amusement.
“Of which you have so many,” Thea answered as she joined him by his refreshments table. In truth, Thea enjoyed Mihail most out of her brothers, though that was less of a qualifying statement. Dysius tried too hard to be all that Nethis could do in her sleep. Mihail at least was confident in his person, a trait that was necessary in all Thanasi.
’Tell me about your visit.’
Thea took the wine and drank from the goblet easily. It was much nicer to have the fine vintages they kept at home, than whatever swill it was the sailors tried to pass off as wine on the boat. “Tiresome, but done now at least.” Thea did tilt her head to the side as she considered how best to answer. She understood the use of small talk to fill the silence and while she didn’t often entertain it with others, she made exceptions for her family.
“I arranged for plenty of fine poisons to make their way here. The youngest Marikas girl should be docking in Colchis in the near future too.” Thea took another sip of her wine after she finished speaking, though made no effort to conceal the sly smirk that crossed her lips. Daniil of Marikas would be her next little play thing. She need not worry about how Daniil planned to arrive, just that she would. Of that, Thea was certain. Thea was patient, she could wait for however long it took for the young owl to make her way over. Then the real fun could begin. Thea would have uninterrupted access to the girl.
She would be nothing but a broken mess by the time Thea was done.
Soon enough the servant was back with the requested chest and the boy. Thea watched silently as Mihail filled the arrowhead with what she could only imagine was his serpent’s venom. A classy choice, Thea was pleased to say.
’I do hope this is a good enough show for you. I would hate to disappoint my sister when she has brought me such a wonderful gift.’
Thea smirked in response, allowing herself to appear more interested than she normally would. Then lengths she would go to just to appease her family, though in saying that, she legitimately was interested to see how the new arrow heads worked. There was nothing quite like live bait.
Thea’s icy gaze travelled over to the boy and she felt a wave of delight as she noticed the realisation dawning on his features. Seeing fear in others was addictive. Thea enjoyed taking time to play with her toys, but she could see the appeal of something a bit more quickly paced.
’Run.’
Thea’s grin was anything but kind as she watched the boy practically spring from his position. Raising her goblet to her lips, Thea kept her gaze on the boy, though she waited for the sweet sound of the arrow being released.
Thea cast her icy gaze toward the retreating form of the servant as she ran off to collect Mihail’s wooden chest, before returning her full attention back to her brother. He was watching her, considering her. Thea was aware she still looked a little worse for wear, but it was nothing the return to her routine and reliable diet wouldn’t fix. The benefits of her actions taken while in Athenia were worth the near death experience.
’How was Athenia? I did miss you rather a bit. You know you are one of my favourite sisters.’
He had always been good at that, pandering to her and Nethis in particular. Even Evras before she went and ensnared the Kotas prince. While Thea had no doubts that he likely said the same to both Evras and Nethis, Thea allowed him a small smile, her expression hinting at pleased amusement.
“Of which you have so many,” Thea answered as she joined him by his refreshments table. In truth, Thea enjoyed Mihail most out of her brothers, though that was less of a qualifying statement. Dysius tried too hard to be all that Nethis could do in her sleep. Mihail at least was confident in his person, a trait that was necessary in all Thanasi.
’Tell me about your visit.’
Thea took the wine and drank from the goblet easily. It was much nicer to have the fine vintages they kept at home, than whatever swill it was the sailors tried to pass off as wine on the boat. “Tiresome, but done now at least.” Thea did tilt her head to the side as she considered how best to answer. She understood the use of small talk to fill the silence and while she didn’t often entertain it with others, she made exceptions for her family.
“I arranged for plenty of fine poisons to make their way here. The youngest Marikas girl should be docking in Colchis in the near future too.” Thea took another sip of her wine after she finished speaking, though made no effort to conceal the sly smirk that crossed her lips. Daniil of Marikas would be her next little play thing. She need not worry about how Daniil planned to arrive, just that she would. Of that, Thea was certain. Thea was patient, she could wait for however long it took for the young owl to make her way over. Then the real fun could begin. Thea would have uninterrupted access to the girl.
She would be nothing but a broken mess by the time Thea was done.
Soon enough the servant was back with the requested chest and the boy. Thea watched silently as Mihail filled the arrowhead with what she could only imagine was his serpent’s venom. A classy choice, Thea was pleased to say.
’I do hope this is a good enough show for you. I would hate to disappoint my sister when she has brought me such a wonderful gift.’
Thea smirked in response, allowing herself to appear more interested than she normally would. Then lengths she would go to just to appease her family, though in saying that, she legitimately was interested to see how the new arrow heads worked. There was nothing quite like live bait.
Thea’s icy gaze travelled over to the boy and she felt a wave of delight as she noticed the realisation dawning on his features. Seeing fear in others was addictive. Thea enjoyed taking time to play with her toys, but she could see the appeal of something a bit more quickly paced.
’Run.’
Thea’s grin was anything but kind as she watched the boy practically spring from his position. Raising her goblet to her lips, Thea kept her gaze on the boy, though she waited for the sweet sound of the arrow being released.
“Perhaps, but that does not discount my love. You should accept the compliment, Thea. I am not prone to giving them,” Mihail replied teasingly, an eyebrow lifting, though he meant it rather more in jest than as a genuine threat that he would stop offering his sister such kindnesses. He tended to reserve such warnings to those that he did not care for as much as his plethora of sisters. Still, he listened to the story about her trip, moderately interested in the future shipment of poisons if solely because it fell in the range of subjects about which he actually cared. “Oh. Do let me know when they arrive. And the girl too, I suppose. New company should surely liven up this excruciatingly dull household.” She was moderately less fascinating, though he supposed he could feign friendliness as it proved necessary.
Finally, they were onto the fun. Mihail kept his bow trained on the boy as he spoke, waiting for him to do as commanded and attempt to run. Of course, the entire endeavour was quite foolish, for he would easily prevent any attempt at running, but there was more entertainment in it than not, and more risk of a disastrously painful death if the boy did not do as so clearly instructed. Besides, one did have to practice with moving targets from time to time, for shooting still objects (albeit at varying lengths and with a plethora of conditions to add to the skill gain) was not quite the same as enjoying a hunt. On that note, people were not quite the same as deer, but that was far from a matter of consequence when they proved far more fun.
He took his time with it, giving the boy the chance to start and make his way almost out of the area designated for Mihail’s practice. The point of the arrow seemed to follow him in his pathetic attempt at escape before, at last settled on a decision regarding his planned journey, the Thanasi let it loose. It sped through the air with a resounding hiss, then lodged itself easily in the space between the boy’s shoulder blades, comfortably positioned at the base of his neck. He was dragged to a stop, falling to the ground before a second arrow, this one plain and not tinged with such dangerous poison, only intended to keep him down.
He waited a moment to give the venom a chance to work, though its effects were typically rather immediate. Nodding to Thea as if to direct her to follow him, he set down his bow and started slowly on his route across the garden as though this were a perfectly normal situation and he had not just quite certainly murdered one of the staff — though this was nothing new and the boy did deserve it. Mihail came to stand over the twitching body, half-admiring his work. There was an obvious swelling where the arrow had hit, the skin painted an odd shade as a result, with sweat dripping down his slowly twitching features that did not exactly move as they were clearly intended. It had been but a moment, but the boy was already too far gone for any hope.
He looked with pleasure back up at his sister, perfectly impressed with his work and, more importantly, the fulfilled success of the poison-filled arrows. They were truly the ideal gift. “What do you think, Thea?” he questioned, grinning proudly. “Were they worth the purchase? I rather think they might have been. An excellent gift.”
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Mihail
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Mihail
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Address: Your His Lordship
“Perhaps, but that does not discount my love. You should accept the compliment, Thea. I am not prone to giving them,” Mihail replied teasingly, an eyebrow lifting, though he meant it rather more in jest than as a genuine threat that he would stop offering his sister such kindnesses. He tended to reserve such warnings to those that he did not care for as much as his plethora of sisters. Still, he listened to the story about her trip, moderately interested in the future shipment of poisons if solely because it fell in the range of subjects about which he actually cared. “Oh. Do let me know when they arrive. And the girl too, I suppose. New company should surely liven up this excruciatingly dull household.” She was moderately less fascinating, though he supposed he could feign friendliness as it proved necessary.
Finally, they were onto the fun. Mihail kept his bow trained on the boy as he spoke, waiting for him to do as commanded and attempt to run. Of course, the entire endeavour was quite foolish, for he would easily prevent any attempt at running, but there was more entertainment in it than not, and more risk of a disastrously painful death if the boy did not do as so clearly instructed. Besides, one did have to practice with moving targets from time to time, for shooting still objects (albeit at varying lengths and with a plethora of conditions to add to the skill gain) was not quite the same as enjoying a hunt. On that note, people were not quite the same as deer, but that was far from a matter of consequence when they proved far more fun.
He took his time with it, giving the boy the chance to start and make his way almost out of the area designated for Mihail’s practice. The point of the arrow seemed to follow him in his pathetic attempt at escape before, at last settled on a decision regarding his planned journey, the Thanasi let it loose. It sped through the air with a resounding hiss, then lodged itself easily in the space between the boy’s shoulder blades, comfortably positioned at the base of his neck. He was dragged to a stop, falling to the ground before a second arrow, this one plain and not tinged with such dangerous poison, only intended to keep him down.
He waited a moment to give the venom a chance to work, though its effects were typically rather immediate. Nodding to Thea as if to direct her to follow him, he set down his bow and started slowly on his route across the garden as though this were a perfectly normal situation and he had not just quite certainly murdered one of the staff — though this was nothing new and the boy did deserve it. Mihail came to stand over the twitching body, half-admiring his work. There was an obvious swelling where the arrow had hit, the skin painted an odd shade as a result, with sweat dripping down his slowly twitching features that did not exactly move as they were clearly intended. It had been but a moment, but the boy was already too far gone for any hope.
He looked with pleasure back up at his sister, perfectly impressed with his work and, more importantly, the fulfilled success of the poison-filled arrows. They were truly the ideal gift. “What do you think, Thea?” he questioned, grinning proudly. “Were they worth the purchase? I rather think they might have been. An excellent gift.”
“Perhaps, but that does not discount my love. You should accept the compliment, Thea. I am not prone to giving them,” Mihail replied teasingly, an eyebrow lifting, though he meant it rather more in jest than as a genuine threat that he would stop offering his sister such kindnesses. He tended to reserve such warnings to those that he did not care for as much as his plethora of sisters. Still, he listened to the story about her trip, moderately interested in the future shipment of poisons if solely because it fell in the range of subjects about which he actually cared. “Oh. Do let me know when they arrive. And the girl too, I suppose. New company should surely liven up this excruciatingly dull household.” She was moderately less fascinating, though he supposed he could feign friendliness as it proved necessary.
Finally, they were onto the fun. Mihail kept his bow trained on the boy as he spoke, waiting for him to do as commanded and attempt to run. Of course, the entire endeavour was quite foolish, for he would easily prevent any attempt at running, but there was more entertainment in it than not, and more risk of a disastrously painful death if the boy did not do as so clearly instructed. Besides, one did have to practice with moving targets from time to time, for shooting still objects (albeit at varying lengths and with a plethora of conditions to add to the skill gain) was not quite the same as enjoying a hunt. On that note, people were not quite the same as deer, but that was far from a matter of consequence when they proved far more fun.
He took his time with it, giving the boy the chance to start and make his way almost out of the area designated for Mihail’s practice. The point of the arrow seemed to follow him in his pathetic attempt at escape before, at last settled on a decision regarding his planned journey, the Thanasi let it loose. It sped through the air with a resounding hiss, then lodged itself easily in the space between the boy’s shoulder blades, comfortably positioned at the base of his neck. He was dragged to a stop, falling to the ground before a second arrow, this one plain and not tinged with such dangerous poison, only intended to keep him down.
He waited a moment to give the venom a chance to work, though its effects were typically rather immediate. Nodding to Thea as if to direct her to follow him, he set down his bow and started slowly on his route across the garden as though this were a perfectly normal situation and he had not just quite certainly murdered one of the staff — though this was nothing new and the boy did deserve it. Mihail came to stand over the twitching body, half-admiring his work. There was an obvious swelling where the arrow had hit, the skin painted an odd shade as a result, with sweat dripping down his slowly twitching features that did not exactly move as they were clearly intended. It had been but a moment, but the boy was already too far gone for any hope.
He looked with pleasure back up at his sister, perfectly impressed with his work and, more importantly, the fulfilled success of the poison-filled arrows. They were truly the ideal gift. “What do you think, Thea?” he questioned, grinning proudly. “Were they worth the purchase? I rather think they might have been. An excellent gift.”
Thea watched with rapt attention as Mihail aimed at the fleeing boy. It was rare, fleeting times such as the present that made Thea nearly wish she had even a third of her brother’s skill. Toying with people was Thea’s favourite pastime, but she was also curious to know what it felt like to be nothing more than a sheer predator waiting for the best moment to strike. She could only imagine the sheer thrill and rush of allowing her prey just enough time to think themselves safe, before tearing it all away. She could imagine having fun with it too. How long could she draw out the pain and suffering? How long until she could have her prey begging for the mercy of death at her hand? The thought alone was exhilarating.
However, it was not to be. She was not a predator in the same way as her brother. She did not hunt her prey. They came to her willingly. Only once they were well and truly trapped did her prey realise their mistake. From there, she squeezed them until she grew bored of them, then would toss them away and wait for the next play thing to fall into her web.
Mihail loosed his arrow and Thea watched as the point lodged square between the boy’s shoulder blades. Thea didn’t bother hiding her smirk, a rare allowance that, which in itself was a true sign of her comfort around her brother. Another arrow soared after its twin and brought the boy to the ground.
Once Mihail gave the signal, she followed after him to inspect his work. For Thea, murder had always been a quiet and discreet thing, but this was a whole new twist on the art. Thea could see the appeal, even if it wasn’t where her strengths best lay.
The boy was not quite gone, but certainly too far for any chance of revival. There was something satisfying about the way poison did its magic to a person. Different venoms and poisons had their own flare, if one knew how to pick it of course. Some were more flamboyant, while others could easily be mistaken for other ailments if timed well. Poison was often dismissed by the honourable as being the coward’s weapon. Thea begged to differ. There was finesse in poison that could not be found in senseless hacking and mindless thrashing. Poison took thought, consideration and care.
Meeting Mihail’s gaze, Thea gave an appropriately approving smirk. She could see that Mihail was pleased, which only helped the matter. She had chosen well then. Her father could hardly call her truly selfish when she provided her kin with possessions and company that they seemed to actually enjoy. An idea that was likely foreign to the patriarch, no doubt.
’What do you think, Thea? Were they worth the purchase? I rather think they might have been. An excellent gift.’
“I’m pleased,” Thea answered honestly as she turned her attention to the fading twitches of the dying boy at their feet. “I have no doubt that you will make good use of them.”
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Thea watched with rapt attention as Mihail aimed at the fleeing boy. It was rare, fleeting times such as the present that made Thea nearly wish she had even a third of her brother’s skill. Toying with people was Thea’s favourite pastime, but she was also curious to know what it felt like to be nothing more than a sheer predator waiting for the best moment to strike. She could only imagine the sheer thrill and rush of allowing her prey just enough time to think themselves safe, before tearing it all away. She could imagine having fun with it too. How long could she draw out the pain and suffering? How long until she could have her prey begging for the mercy of death at her hand? The thought alone was exhilarating.
However, it was not to be. She was not a predator in the same way as her brother. She did not hunt her prey. They came to her willingly. Only once they were well and truly trapped did her prey realise their mistake. From there, she squeezed them until she grew bored of them, then would toss them away and wait for the next play thing to fall into her web.
Mihail loosed his arrow and Thea watched as the point lodged square between the boy’s shoulder blades. Thea didn’t bother hiding her smirk, a rare allowance that, which in itself was a true sign of her comfort around her brother. Another arrow soared after its twin and brought the boy to the ground.
Once Mihail gave the signal, she followed after him to inspect his work. For Thea, murder had always been a quiet and discreet thing, but this was a whole new twist on the art. Thea could see the appeal, even if it wasn’t where her strengths best lay.
The boy was not quite gone, but certainly too far for any chance of revival. There was something satisfying about the way poison did its magic to a person. Different venoms and poisons had their own flare, if one knew how to pick it of course. Some were more flamboyant, while others could easily be mistaken for other ailments if timed well. Poison was often dismissed by the honourable as being the coward’s weapon. Thea begged to differ. There was finesse in poison that could not be found in senseless hacking and mindless thrashing. Poison took thought, consideration and care.
Meeting Mihail’s gaze, Thea gave an appropriately approving smirk. She could see that Mihail was pleased, which only helped the matter. She had chosen well then. Her father could hardly call her truly selfish when she provided her kin with possessions and company that they seemed to actually enjoy. An idea that was likely foreign to the patriarch, no doubt.
’What do you think, Thea? Were they worth the purchase? I rather think they might have been. An excellent gift.’
“I’m pleased,” Thea answered honestly as she turned her attention to the fading twitches of the dying boy at their feet. “I have no doubt that you will make good use of them.”
Thea watched with rapt attention as Mihail aimed at the fleeing boy. It was rare, fleeting times such as the present that made Thea nearly wish she had even a third of her brother’s skill. Toying with people was Thea’s favourite pastime, but she was also curious to know what it felt like to be nothing more than a sheer predator waiting for the best moment to strike. She could only imagine the sheer thrill and rush of allowing her prey just enough time to think themselves safe, before tearing it all away. She could imagine having fun with it too. How long could she draw out the pain and suffering? How long until she could have her prey begging for the mercy of death at her hand? The thought alone was exhilarating.
However, it was not to be. She was not a predator in the same way as her brother. She did not hunt her prey. They came to her willingly. Only once they were well and truly trapped did her prey realise their mistake. From there, she squeezed them until she grew bored of them, then would toss them away and wait for the next play thing to fall into her web.
Mihail loosed his arrow and Thea watched as the point lodged square between the boy’s shoulder blades. Thea didn’t bother hiding her smirk, a rare allowance that, which in itself was a true sign of her comfort around her brother. Another arrow soared after its twin and brought the boy to the ground.
Once Mihail gave the signal, she followed after him to inspect his work. For Thea, murder had always been a quiet and discreet thing, but this was a whole new twist on the art. Thea could see the appeal, even if it wasn’t where her strengths best lay.
The boy was not quite gone, but certainly too far for any chance of revival. There was something satisfying about the way poison did its magic to a person. Different venoms and poisons had their own flare, if one knew how to pick it of course. Some were more flamboyant, while others could easily be mistaken for other ailments if timed well. Poison was often dismissed by the honourable as being the coward’s weapon. Thea begged to differ. There was finesse in poison that could not be found in senseless hacking and mindless thrashing. Poison took thought, consideration and care.
Meeting Mihail’s gaze, Thea gave an appropriately approving smirk. She could see that Mihail was pleased, which only helped the matter. She had chosen well then. Her father could hardly call her truly selfish when she provided her kin with possessions and company that they seemed to actually enjoy. An idea that was likely foreign to the patriarch, no doubt.
’What do you think, Thea? Were they worth the purchase? I rather think they might have been. An excellent gift.’
“I’m pleased,” Thea answered honestly as she turned her attention to the fading twitches of the dying boy at their feet. “I have no doubt that you will make good use of them.”
“Oh, I am certain I shall,” Mihail responded, his gaze dropping back to the boy before them as he continued to consider all the ways that the gift would serve him well. “You know, I am not typically inclined towards the use of poison as a weapon — I tend to think it is a little…uninspired, I suppose, and I do not like to offend Draco by bordering on using him for such things — but I think I could make an exception. It is sufficiently different in manner to his venom.” He dipped a foot forwards, prodding inquisitively at the boy on the ground, as though it were not the body of some almost-child he had felled a moment prior.
He shrugged, turning away from the corpse on the ground once more and giving his sister a pleasant smile that, in his mind, thoroughly erased the events of what had transpired before them only a moment prior. There wasn’t much thought left to spare on the boy any longer, for he was now the problem of Hades rather than the Thanasi duo, and he would prefer to enjoy the rest of their reunion unmarred by the consequence of another’s death. Mihail made a gesture for Thea to follow him, unbothered by the possibility that this may not have been what she had intended upon coming to see him.
There was a particular stretch of garden that the man particularly liked, where few bothered him. It was a pretty man-made grotto of sorts, carved into the natural stone with stone benches marking the interior that had been covered in comfortable rugs and cushions since Mihail had taken it over and made it a little den of sorts for his wine and opium habits when he wanted to venture outside the house (although never in the horrors of the sun). Here, he now walked with the intention that Thea should follow, deciding it was relatively safe to trust his middle sister with the hideout when she was the least likely to ruin it for him — she was nothing like Dysius, who was certain to destroy the solitude of the place in moments because he did not care for such things as the happiness of his far more hedonistic brother, although perhaps the doting nature of any of Mihail’s sisters that caused such a reassurance had proved rather detrimental in other aspects of his life.
“You can tidy my practice. Do be careful with the bow,” he informed one of the lingering staff as they moved, waving back towards the covered targets and the selection of refreshments. “And bring us drinks and…something stronger. I think my pipe is in my study.” Or somewhere in the general area, although asking the boy to keep constant track of his belongings was mostly an impossibility. Most things were replaceable. Most staff were replaceable.
Once that was handled, Mihail gave Thea the most innocent of grins he could muster, dropping languidly to recline across one of the couches, propping himself up on the cushions. “Would you like to know how I have been doing? I cannot lie and say that it has been all that thrilling, but, mm, I should love to gossip with you a little about…more romantic matters. The people I have known while you were gone.” He ran his tongue over his lips at the thought, half-closing his eyes. “I never get to speak of such things, and you know I adore such little chats.”
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“Oh, I am certain I shall,” Mihail responded, his gaze dropping back to the boy before them as he continued to consider all the ways that the gift would serve him well. “You know, I am not typically inclined towards the use of poison as a weapon — I tend to think it is a little…uninspired, I suppose, and I do not like to offend Draco by bordering on using him for such things — but I think I could make an exception. It is sufficiently different in manner to his venom.” He dipped a foot forwards, prodding inquisitively at the boy on the ground, as though it were not the body of some almost-child he had felled a moment prior.
He shrugged, turning away from the corpse on the ground once more and giving his sister a pleasant smile that, in his mind, thoroughly erased the events of what had transpired before them only a moment prior. There wasn’t much thought left to spare on the boy any longer, for he was now the problem of Hades rather than the Thanasi duo, and he would prefer to enjoy the rest of their reunion unmarred by the consequence of another’s death. Mihail made a gesture for Thea to follow him, unbothered by the possibility that this may not have been what she had intended upon coming to see him.
There was a particular stretch of garden that the man particularly liked, where few bothered him. It was a pretty man-made grotto of sorts, carved into the natural stone with stone benches marking the interior that had been covered in comfortable rugs and cushions since Mihail had taken it over and made it a little den of sorts for his wine and opium habits when he wanted to venture outside the house (although never in the horrors of the sun). Here, he now walked with the intention that Thea should follow, deciding it was relatively safe to trust his middle sister with the hideout when she was the least likely to ruin it for him — she was nothing like Dysius, who was certain to destroy the solitude of the place in moments because he did not care for such things as the happiness of his far more hedonistic brother, although perhaps the doting nature of any of Mihail’s sisters that caused such a reassurance had proved rather detrimental in other aspects of his life.
“You can tidy my practice. Do be careful with the bow,” he informed one of the lingering staff as they moved, waving back towards the covered targets and the selection of refreshments. “And bring us drinks and…something stronger. I think my pipe is in my study.” Or somewhere in the general area, although asking the boy to keep constant track of his belongings was mostly an impossibility. Most things were replaceable. Most staff were replaceable.
Once that was handled, Mihail gave Thea the most innocent of grins he could muster, dropping languidly to recline across one of the couches, propping himself up on the cushions. “Would you like to know how I have been doing? I cannot lie and say that it has been all that thrilling, but, mm, I should love to gossip with you a little about…more romantic matters. The people I have known while you were gone.” He ran his tongue over his lips at the thought, half-closing his eyes. “I never get to speak of such things, and you know I adore such little chats.”
“Oh, I am certain I shall,” Mihail responded, his gaze dropping back to the boy before them as he continued to consider all the ways that the gift would serve him well. “You know, I am not typically inclined towards the use of poison as a weapon — I tend to think it is a little…uninspired, I suppose, and I do not like to offend Draco by bordering on using him for such things — but I think I could make an exception. It is sufficiently different in manner to his venom.” He dipped a foot forwards, prodding inquisitively at the boy on the ground, as though it were not the body of some almost-child he had felled a moment prior.
He shrugged, turning away from the corpse on the ground once more and giving his sister a pleasant smile that, in his mind, thoroughly erased the events of what had transpired before them only a moment prior. There wasn’t much thought left to spare on the boy any longer, for he was now the problem of Hades rather than the Thanasi duo, and he would prefer to enjoy the rest of their reunion unmarred by the consequence of another’s death. Mihail made a gesture for Thea to follow him, unbothered by the possibility that this may not have been what she had intended upon coming to see him.
There was a particular stretch of garden that the man particularly liked, where few bothered him. It was a pretty man-made grotto of sorts, carved into the natural stone with stone benches marking the interior that had been covered in comfortable rugs and cushions since Mihail had taken it over and made it a little den of sorts for his wine and opium habits when he wanted to venture outside the house (although never in the horrors of the sun). Here, he now walked with the intention that Thea should follow, deciding it was relatively safe to trust his middle sister with the hideout when she was the least likely to ruin it for him — she was nothing like Dysius, who was certain to destroy the solitude of the place in moments because he did not care for such things as the happiness of his far more hedonistic brother, although perhaps the doting nature of any of Mihail’s sisters that caused such a reassurance had proved rather detrimental in other aspects of his life.
“You can tidy my practice. Do be careful with the bow,” he informed one of the lingering staff as they moved, waving back towards the covered targets and the selection of refreshments. “And bring us drinks and…something stronger. I think my pipe is in my study.” Or somewhere in the general area, although asking the boy to keep constant track of his belongings was mostly an impossibility. Most things were replaceable. Most staff were replaceable.
Once that was handled, Mihail gave Thea the most innocent of grins he could muster, dropping languidly to recline across one of the couches, propping himself up on the cushions. “Would you like to know how I have been doing? I cannot lie and say that it has been all that thrilling, but, mm, I should love to gossip with you a little about…more romantic matters. The people I have known while you were gone.” He ran his tongue over his lips at the thought, half-closing his eyes. “I never get to speak of such things, and you know I adore such little chats.”
Thea gave a thoughtful hum—soft at the base of her throat—at Mihail’s thoughts on using his pet’s venom. Her gaze dropped to the body at their feet with mild indifference. It had been effective, as of course it would have been. Thea would have seen to the swift death of the merchant if the arrowheads proved to be useless trinkets.
Following her youngest brother as he motioned to her, Thea thought not again on the boy who’s death barely served as an amusement. As they walked in silence, Thea felt perfectly at ease. It was truly nice to be home. Normally when she swept through the gardens, it was in her solitude, but having Mihail for company was a welcomed change. Of her brothers, Mihail was easily her favourite. Dysius was exhausting at times and far less entertaining.
What Thea had not realised, was that Mihail had made a retreat of sorts out in the gardens. Within the grotto, he had the area furnished with comfortable cushions and rugs. Thea raised her brows slightly, a slight but honest indication of her surprise. Pleasant of course. It just went to show how long it had been since she’d ventured out so far.
As Mihail addressed the staf, Thea let her cool, icy gaze cast over them boredly for a moment, before they drifted back to her brother. Yes, something stronger sounded quite nice after the Hell she had endured on her way home from Athenia. But, she had no means to complain. She was alive at least.
Thea settled down onto a couch opposite Mihail as he made himself comfortable. As he began to speak, a sly smirk curled the corner of her lips. “Gossip away, darling brother,” Thea insisted as she let herself relax a more than she would normally in company. Above all else, Thea enjoyed her entertainment. Daniil of Marikas had been a fun little plaything in Athenia, but Thea was home now and she was destined to becoming bored again if she did not do something about it herself. Poisoning the Kotas princess was mildly amusing, but she was growing tired of that game. At least she could distract herself for a time to hear of what Mihail had been doing since she’d left. She very much wanted to know the people he’d spent his time with. Any information was good information.
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Thea gave a thoughtful hum—soft at the base of her throat—at Mihail’s thoughts on using his pet’s venom. Her gaze dropped to the body at their feet with mild indifference. It had been effective, as of course it would have been. Thea would have seen to the swift death of the merchant if the arrowheads proved to be useless trinkets.
Following her youngest brother as he motioned to her, Thea thought not again on the boy who’s death barely served as an amusement. As they walked in silence, Thea felt perfectly at ease. It was truly nice to be home. Normally when she swept through the gardens, it was in her solitude, but having Mihail for company was a welcomed change. Of her brothers, Mihail was easily her favourite. Dysius was exhausting at times and far less entertaining.
What Thea had not realised, was that Mihail had made a retreat of sorts out in the gardens. Within the grotto, he had the area furnished with comfortable cushions and rugs. Thea raised her brows slightly, a slight but honest indication of her surprise. Pleasant of course. It just went to show how long it had been since she’d ventured out so far.
As Mihail addressed the staf, Thea let her cool, icy gaze cast over them boredly for a moment, before they drifted back to her brother. Yes, something stronger sounded quite nice after the Hell she had endured on her way home from Athenia. But, she had no means to complain. She was alive at least.
Thea settled down onto a couch opposite Mihail as he made himself comfortable. As he began to speak, a sly smirk curled the corner of her lips. “Gossip away, darling brother,” Thea insisted as she let herself relax a more than she would normally in company. Above all else, Thea enjoyed her entertainment. Daniil of Marikas had been a fun little plaything in Athenia, but Thea was home now and she was destined to becoming bored again if she did not do something about it herself. Poisoning the Kotas princess was mildly amusing, but she was growing tired of that game. At least she could distract herself for a time to hear of what Mihail had been doing since she’d left. She very much wanted to know the people he’d spent his time with. Any information was good information.
Thea gave a thoughtful hum—soft at the base of her throat—at Mihail’s thoughts on using his pet’s venom. Her gaze dropped to the body at their feet with mild indifference. It had been effective, as of course it would have been. Thea would have seen to the swift death of the merchant if the arrowheads proved to be useless trinkets.
Following her youngest brother as he motioned to her, Thea thought not again on the boy who’s death barely served as an amusement. As they walked in silence, Thea felt perfectly at ease. It was truly nice to be home. Normally when she swept through the gardens, it was in her solitude, but having Mihail for company was a welcomed change. Of her brothers, Mihail was easily her favourite. Dysius was exhausting at times and far less entertaining.
What Thea had not realised, was that Mihail had made a retreat of sorts out in the gardens. Within the grotto, he had the area furnished with comfortable cushions and rugs. Thea raised her brows slightly, a slight but honest indication of her surprise. Pleasant of course. It just went to show how long it had been since she’d ventured out so far.
As Mihail addressed the staf, Thea let her cool, icy gaze cast over them boredly for a moment, before they drifted back to her brother. Yes, something stronger sounded quite nice after the Hell she had endured on her way home from Athenia. But, she had no means to complain. She was alive at least.
Thea settled down onto a couch opposite Mihail as he made himself comfortable. As he began to speak, a sly smirk curled the corner of her lips. “Gossip away, darling brother,” Thea insisted as she let herself relax a more than she would normally in company. Above all else, Thea enjoyed her entertainment. Daniil of Marikas had been a fun little plaything in Athenia, but Thea was home now and she was destined to becoming bored again if she did not do something about it herself. Poisoning the Kotas princess was mildly amusing, but she was growing tired of that game. At least she could distract herself for a time to hear of what Mihail had been doing since she’d left. She very much wanted to know the people he’d spent his time with. Any information was good information.
Gossip was Mihail’s lifeblood. There was nothing like hearing the whispers of some poor fool who didn’t know how to hide their voice where it shouldn’t be heard and spreading them wherever they would serve as the most valuable. Although he was afforded much of an opportunity to do so when it came to his two closest friends — they were always eager to deride others in some regard and picked up information almost as well as he did himself — it was not quite the same as spending some time with his siblings to chat about all those little subjects that mattered most to him. Triviliaties that were uninteresting to most but that he could share with Nethis or Evras or Thea without ever worrying that they would be considered dull.
“Thank you, Thea,” he answered smoothly, somehow managing to add a light hiss onto the starts of the words though their sounds did not traditionally afford them as such. “I have had such a while without you, but then, well, I always do manage as such.” He did seem to make a habit of finding his way into drama without any real effort… not that he minded in the slightest. Drama was what fuelled the world that Mihail most liked. “I met this man — Bas — and he was a delight. Well, I was originally far more intrigued by his daughter, but you can understand how these things are, and he bought me these gorgeous bangles.” A hand raised slightly, description aided by the current presence of the bracelets dangling from his right wrist. “I could hardly resist. Besides, he proved so excellent in every other regard as well that I simply had to keep him.”
But perhaps it was clear that Mihail spoke in the past tense, for he gave a dramatic sigh, heaving his shoulders in the motion and watching the staff appear with his pipe and drinks. Taking the time to prepare his own, it wasn’t until he had taken a long and deep drag that Mihail spoke again, waving the staff off with a slight flicker of the fingers. “But it was hardly a good fit in the end. You see, he had this wife or some nonsense like that, and he did not have the interest in making he correct choices as to which relationship he preferred, so…” The words trailed away, though it was hardly necessary to continue. It had been a loss, of sorts, but the youngest Thanasi had gotten over it in an easy moment. If the man was not worth it, then he was not, and it mattered not. There were better people in the world.
Snake that he was, it had long since been ingrained in Mihail’s mind not to give something for nothing, and he wanted to know more about his sister now that they had the time together again, for it had been long since they had last spoken. Gossip was no fun when it only entailed one of them sharing, and given that he was being so kind as to share his pipe with her (something exceedingly rare), he thought it perfectly reasonable to request some degree of information.
“Now, did you make any… connections of your own whilst away?” he queried, reaching across to pour them each a goblet of fine wine and holding it across to his sister. “Aside from that Marikas girl, I assume, considering her impending visit. You know I do not care to share without you offering me something juicy of your own, Thea. Such generosity is far from my nature.”
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Gossip was Mihail’s lifeblood. There was nothing like hearing the whispers of some poor fool who didn’t know how to hide their voice where it shouldn’t be heard and spreading them wherever they would serve as the most valuable. Although he was afforded much of an opportunity to do so when it came to his two closest friends — they were always eager to deride others in some regard and picked up information almost as well as he did himself — it was not quite the same as spending some time with his siblings to chat about all those little subjects that mattered most to him. Triviliaties that were uninteresting to most but that he could share with Nethis or Evras or Thea without ever worrying that they would be considered dull.
“Thank you, Thea,” he answered smoothly, somehow managing to add a light hiss onto the starts of the words though their sounds did not traditionally afford them as such. “I have had such a while without you, but then, well, I always do manage as such.” He did seem to make a habit of finding his way into drama without any real effort… not that he minded in the slightest. Drama was what fuelled the world that Mihail most liked. “I met this man — Bas — and he was a delight. Well, I was originally far more intrigued by his daughter, but you can understand how these things are, and he bought me these gorgeous bangles.” A hand raised slightly, description aided by the current presence of the bracelets dangling from his right wrist. “I could hardly resist. Besides, he proved so excellent in every other regard as well that I simply had to keep him.”
But perhaps it was clear that Mihail spoke in the past tense, for he gave a dramatic sigh, heaving his shoulders in the motion and watching the staff appear with his pipe and drinks. Taking the time to prepare his own, it wasn’t until he had taken a long and deep drag that Mihail spoke again, waving the staff off with a slight flicker of the fingers. “But it was hardly a good fit in the end. You see, he had this wife or some nonsense like that, and he did not have the interest in making he correct choices as to which relationship he preferred, so…” The words trailed away, though it was hardly necessary to continue. It had been a loss, of sorts, but the youngest Thanasi had gotten over it in an easy moment. If the man was not worth it, then he was not, and it mattered not. There were better people in the world.
Snake that he was, it had long since been ingrained in Mihail’s mind not to give something for nothing, and he wanted to know more about his sister now that they had the time together again, for it had been long since they had last spoken. Gossip was no fun when it only entailed one of them sharing, and given that he was being so kind as to share his pipe with her (something exceedingly rare), he thought it perfectly reasonable to request some degree of information.
“Now, did you make any… connections of your own whilst away?” he queried, reaching across to pour them each a goblet of fine wine and holding it across to his sister. “Aside from that Marikas girl, I assume, considering her impending visit. You know I do not care to share without you offering me something juicy of your own, Thea. Such generosity is far from my nature.”
Gossip was Mihail’s lifeblood. There was nothing like hearing the whispers of some poor fool who didn’t know how to hide their voice where it shouldn’t be heard and spreading them wherever they would serve as the most valuable. Although he was afforded much of an opportunity to do so when it came to his two closest friends — they were always eager to deride others in some regard and picked up information almost as well as he did himself — it was not quite the same as spending some time with his siblings to chat about all those little subjects that mattered most to him. Triviliaties that were uninteresting to most but that he could share with Nethis or Evras or Thea without ever worrying that they would be considered dull.
“Thank you, Thea,” he answered smoothly, somehow managing to add a light hiss onto the starts of the words though their sounds did not traditionally afford them as such. “I have had such a while without you, but then, well, I always do manage as such.” He did seem to make a habit of finding his way into drama without any real effort… not that he minded in the slightest. Drama was what fuelled the world that Mihail most liked. “I met this man — Bas — and he was a delight. Well, I was originally far more intrigued by his daughter, but you can understand how these things are, and he bought me these gorgeous bangles.” A hand raised slightly, description aided by the current presence of the bracelets dangling from his right wrist. “I could hardly resist. Besides, he proved so excellent in every other regard as well that I simply had to keep him.”
But perhaps it was clear that Mihail spoke in the past tense, for he gave a dramatic sigh, heaving his shoulders in the motion and watching the staff appear with his pipe and drinks. Taking the time to prepare his own, it wasn’t until he had taken a long and deep drag that Mihail spoke again, waving the staff off with a slight flicker of the fingers. “But it was hardly a good fit in the end. You see, he had this wife or some nonsense like that, and he did not have the interest in making he correct choices as to which relationship he preferred, so…” The words trailed away, though it was hardly necessary to continue. It had been a loss, of sorts, but the youngest Thanasi had gotten over it in an easy moment. If the man was not worth it, then he was not, and it mattered not. There were better people in the world.
Snake that he was, it had long since been ingrained in Mihail’s mind not to give something for nothing, and he wanted to know more about his sister now that they had the time together again, for it had been long since they had last spoken. Gossip was no fun when it only entailed one of them sharing, and given that he was being so kind as to share his pipe with her (something exceedingly rare), he thought it perfectly reasonable to request some degree of information.
“Now, did you make any… connections of your own whilst away?” he queried, reaching across to pour them each a goblet of fine wine and holding it across to his sister. “Aside from that Marikas girl, I assume, considering her impending visit. You know I do not care to share without you offering me something juicy of your own, Thea. Such generosity is far from my nature.”
