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Log: Ennui of the Lonesome King: Prince and Topaz

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    The Saintly Chapel of Revels has become a warzone - none can say why, but one morning the Prince of Revels seemed possessed. The usual warm presence was replaced with one of frost and steel that bit and cut into the skin with relentless fury, every heartstring of the servants pulled, every secret spread, the full power at the Solar's command put to breaking all who care for him and reduce them to tears. The estate is currently abandoned - all the servants heartbroken, mentally abused confused, but somehow, strangely, not seeming as surprised as one would expect. The only one that has not yet been harmed is Topaz, who indeed the Prince was instead unusually kind to, inviting her on a trip with him; a trip to the whorehouse of the Lice-of-Silver.

 

Topaz tsks, looking about. "I know you have to deal with her, boss, but this place is STILL a dump."

 

 

         "My apologies for bringing you here, Topaz," the silvery man says softly, lifting a finger to brush it along one of the larger girl's cheeks. "But there are things I must do here, and only the presence of my favorite servant could calm my nerves. Come, and watch your step." He turns upon a heel, moving further into the filthy pit, avoiding the drug-addled whores as best he can as he makes his way to the shrine in back.

 

Topaz shrugs and follows. "I know, boss. Just said I didn't like it. I can do that, can't I?"

 

 

         Prince just smiles soundlessly, finally reaching the shrine with Topaz behind him. It's the same as always - a large, broken mirror designed to reflect the rotting interior of the whorehouse in a way that it doesn't seem quite so bad, giving the illusion of a classy, well-kept establishment. The Prince of Revels withdraws a coin from a pocket, sliding it into the box before the mirror and lifting his voice. "Beloved Lice-of-Silver," he intones, once the coin has hit the bottom. "Come to me, I call you."

 

         There's silence first, and then the chittering begins just like last time, the insectile noises coming from all around as the goddess begins to materialize.

 

 

         "It has been so long since you've come to visit me, dearest Prince," the strange voice begins, the goddess having finally materialized. She's just as hideous as ever, with the body of a beautiful woman and a lion-sized louse dwelling in an open, steaming wound on her eaten-away skull. "What brings you to my shrine this day?"

 

 

         The Prince of Revels smiles, fixing the goddess with a stare. Something in his eyes, something about his presence, causes the goddess' face - which could never be considered pleasant - to sour even moreso as her expression darkens. The Solar twists gracefully, lifts an arm, cranes it around Topaz's neck and whispers softly to her. The words are nonsense - they're nothing more than a conduit for the essence he works in secret, putting his mystical gifts to use even as he's pulling her head down and moving to press his lips against hers.

 

Topaz blinks. "Huh?...."

 

 

 

         When their lips meet, the goddess' eyes widen in rage - here, in her own shrine (even if it's a truly repugnant place), this cocky Solar is kissing a woman, no, a girl right in front of her, despite his promise! She opens her mouth in anger. "What a--" and then, while she's not entirely muted, it's suddenly far more difficult to hear her. She is aware of this, as is everyone else in the whorehouse; even in their addled states of mind, they notice that the place has had its volume turned down, almost all sound extinguished except for the movements of Prince and Topaz.

 

 

         The kiss continues for nearly a minute, breaking slowly. Without pause, the Solar tilts his head back, placing his mouth next to the girl's ear. "I want you, Topaz. If ever you've loved me, surrender." He seems to be ignoring the rest of the world.

 

Topaz feels the need to protest - weakly, granted. "But... boss, HERE? This is filthy!"

 

 

         If any praise can be given to the Prince of Revels, regardless of how wicked a soul he may be, it cannot be denied that what good qualities he does have he has in abundance: charm, looks, inhuman skill at persuading and magical hands. All of which are put to use in this moment, even as the man continues to assault Topaz with caresses and kisses - and, seeing how weak her protests are, a little nudge in the right direction from his Charms. The Solar essence works inside him, invading the minds of all who can see him - which is everyone around, save those who are unconcious. He says nothing.

 

 

Topaz 's protests are weak and really for form. She knows the deal, but even without the assault of charms, she was prepared to give herself freely. All the Solar's magic really accomplices is breaking down her barriers to doing it *here* as opposed to the romantic, nicely-scented bedroom of her fantasies.

 

 

         In classic Solar fashion, the Prince of Revels is flawless - he's the sort of generous lover that puts Cassanova to shame, his performance overwhelming, his endurance impressive, his ability to set the mood despite the admittedly unromantic and strange environment noteworthy. It's quite possibly one of the most tender and romantic experiences of Topaz's life, even when the mood around turns sour as Lice-of-Silver dematerializes early on in a terrible rage.

 

 

         Sometime later!

 

 

         When all is said and done, the Prince of Revels breathing heavily, he does not stop to cuddle or talk; he rises to his feet and dresses himself wordlessly, coldly.

 

Topaz is disappointed at that somewhere inside. This wasn't her absolute first time, but she's not had a lot to compare... but she'd expected a good send-off from her golden god. But it's far outweighed by the fact that /she did it/. A part of her even wonders if the act will bear fruit... then she realizes where she is, and is overcome by embarrassment! She doesn't want to be mistaken for some whore! Quickly, she clothes herself.

 

 

         "Don't follow me," The Prince of Revels says after a moment, watching Topaz. His demeanor hasn't warmed up yet - indeed, he's slowly been growing colder. "You no longer have a place at my home."

 

Topaz stares, unbelieving. "Are you firing me, boss?"

 

 

         "You weren't half-bad," he admits, adjusting the final bits of his outfit so everything looks appropriate. "Take pride in the fact that, if nothing else, you have some worth as a whore. With any luck you'll bear a whelp of mine, and your life will have some purpose." Finally the Solar ceases muting the sound in the area, and the clamor of the whorehouse returns even as he's walking towards the exit. Lifting a hand, he bids Topaz farewell, leaving her with one final goodbye. "You were a fool to fall in love with me, Topaz. How could I ever love someone like you?" His form drifts away.

 

Topaz stares, unbelieving... how could he be so cruel? But the stories her father told her come back to her. His way of explaining the legend of Anathema (and keeping her out of trouble with any Immaculates she might meet) was that the Solars became possessed with demons when they'd ruled so long they relaxed their guard against such things. And this was so unlike Prince of Revels.... of course! He's been possessed, and quite naturally, it is up to his most devoted servant, Dutiful Topaz, to save him from HIMSELF!... and without him knowing!

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