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Crossing Borders (LustfulSins&Mari)

Evindal and his group know what they're looking for in the herbalist's shop. They're also careful not to touch what they don't need. No haggling is done for costs, adequate coin handed over without question. After all, at the end of the week, Evindal would expect the free supplies in return for peace, as per the agreement.

Across the village, the hiesen are showing their lewd natures, albeit sort of respectfully. They leave the villagers alone, but they're not aboce teasing their escorts. Elves are beautiful by nature, so of course the hiesen would find them attractive. Despite lewd words and teasing, the hiesen keep their hands to themselves, laughing whenever the elven escorts blush or become flustered.

Evindal's own group is no different. He merely rolls his eyes, giving his men a sharp look when it seems a tease might be going too far. On the way out of the herbalist's shop, the hiesen prince suddenly grabs the redhead elf and pulls him aside. A moment later, there's the sound of skin slapping skin, and another hiesen is scowling and shaking his hand, the back of it red. He had been trying to grope the redheads ass as they grouped outside the door.
 
These elves had been chosen for a reason. They blushed at the teasing, they grew flustered, but none of them snapped. Kaine had chosen the most level headed. He had imagined one of his closest friends dealing with them and knew an incident would occur in a matter of minutes. It was best to send those that could keep their cool.

Being suddenly grabbed put the elf on edge and he tensed, his hand going to his belt where his dagger usually was. It seemed it wasn't needed. He looked between the hiesen behind him and then the prince with a frown, slowly realising what had almost happened. "Thank you..." He murmured, ducking his head in respect to the prince. "The alchemist lives this way" Seeing a glowing ball of moss appear in front of him was something he was used to by now. Hearing the question come from it, he hesitated for a brief moment before he raised his hand, tapping the ball to send it back and disguising the action as brushing his hair out of his face.
 
Evindal nods to the redhead, following him down the street. He had been of a mind to ignore the action and not intervene, but the better their relations with the elves, the longer this truce would last. And the longer the truce lasts, the longer he can keep meeting Kaine in secret.

Evindal's group follows the elves to the alchemist. One hiesen pales and comes to an immediate halt at one of the smells coming from within, the scent of pine. Evindal stifles a laugh. "Stay here then, you poor sod." The hiesen prince is quick to explain his warrior's sudden fear. "He gets very ill when exposed to pine oil. Sneezing, vomiting, and his skin turns red." The hiesen man covers his nose, turning his body to lean against the outer wall of the shop. Evindal leads the way inside.
 
The alchemist looked up when the group arrived, frowning in suspicion when he saw the hiesen. He'd heard of the truce, but that didn't mean he had to like it. "What do they want?" He asked, his tone clipped and to the point. The redhead moved to the side, standing by the side of the alchemists counter and placing a hand on it.

"They're here to trade. We have a truce, you are neutral. They will be fair as long as you are" He warned. The alchemist scowled, looking between the elven escorts and the hiesen warriors.

"Fine. What is it you need from me?" He asked, only a little more warmth in his voice.
 
Evindal pulls out his list to check, making sure he knows what to ask for. One of his captains had made up the lists, having more experience in construction than most of Evindal's command. "Oak resin, and something to melt steel together for stronger bonds." Evindal looks confused, glancing up at the alchemist and shrugging.

Outside the shop, the hiesen leaning against the wall starts humming a warband song. The frequent and sudden changes in tone of the melody sound threatening, but his relaxed stance, arms crossed over his chest, determine he's no harm. His foot kicks a loose stone, a bit too hard, and it skips across the street, hitting a cracking a pot outside another shop's door.
 
The alchemist took the list, looking it over before nodding. "I have what you need, but it won't be cheap" He said, setting about gathering the materials he asked for. "You'll need more than you're asking for but I'm feeling generous. You can have the extra for the same price"

Outside, the pot being hit drew some attention. The owner of the shop coming out to have a look. The redheaded elf heard the noise and left the shop to investigate as well. "What happened?" He asked, noticing the keeper outside. It seemed everyone was on edge about this shopping trip, even with the elven guards.
 
Evindal murmurs a thank you, hiding his annoyance at the alchemists rudeness. Turning his head at the noise, he follows the redhead outside. The waiting hiesen frowns, holding his hands up like he might get shot. "It wasn't intentional. I kicked a stone, though I wasn't aiming for anything."

Evindal sighs, crossing the street alone to the shopkeeper with the now broken pot. "My apologies. How much is the pot worth? I'll pay it's value, so you won't lose out on profit." Evindal is becoming increasingly annoyed, first with the alchemist, now with his own man. This is not helping the tensions between them.
 
The shopkeeper was surprised by the offer and quickly shook his head. "No, it's fine. It isn't that expensive...I was more concerned about the noise" He admitted, having been worried about if the noise meant a fight was going to break out in front of his shop. The elves seemed to relax, but the redhead was still on edge. It may have been an accident but...

A select few elves had been taught by Kaine to create the moss balls. They could manage them, they could make them invisible, but they hadn't quite managed to get responses yet. Those that had learnt, including the redheaded elf, were sending him updates as their escort mission went along.

"Minor incident. Pot broken. No aggression. The hiesen prince has it handled" Was returned to Kaine.

The prince? Was Evindal part of the party? He hadn't thought he would be...Biting his bottom lip between his teeth, he hesitated for a brief moment.

"I hear you're in Hollow Point. I'm nearby. When you're finished, come and find me." He sent to Evindal, unable to keep the teasing laughter out of his voice. He hadn't thought he'd be able to see Evindal again so soon but if he could get a quick meeting, a hello and maybe steal a kiss, he'd be very happy.
 
Evindal nods, accepting the shopkeeper's decline of compensation. He returns to the alchemist's shop to wait for his requested items. In the meantime, one of Kaine's glowing balls appears. Evindal shoos it away, pretending to stretch and hiding a scowl. How is he supposed to get away unnoticed, in broad daylight? Having asked for the elven escorts, there's no way they'd let him go off to explore on his own. Especially the redhead.

Finished with the alchemist, Evindal leads his group back to the town square to wait for the rest of his men. His eyes wander though, arms folded over his chest. Where is Kaine, if he's nearby? Evindal can't go to him. Not without seeming suspicious.
 
Kaine wasn't expecting Evindal to come running, he hoped he'd be able to slip away once their shopping had been done. He'd be around for a while, happy to wait. He continued to get updates, occasionally sending his own words of encouragement to his men. They were doing a good job, he was proud that the strange truce was holding for its first test.

He wasn't worried, not really, but he wanted to see what was going on. He pulled his cloak around him, pulling up his hood and hopping down from the tree he was sitting in. Elves were suited for stealth, they moved quickly and quietly, their thin builds easy to hide. He found himself on the roof of the Hollow Point inn. Moving from roof to roof, he took stock of his men and the hiesen that had come.
 
Evindal is half sitting on the town square fountain's edge. They're still waiting for one group, though that group is getting lumber. The rest of the hiesen are grouped together, seated on the ground. Piles of purchases surround them. They talk amidst themselves, occasionally glancing at their elven escorts. One hiesen keeps touching the leg of a brunet elf escort near him, speaking to the elf and earning blushes. Despite the touches, the elf isn't moving out of reach.

Evindal folds his arms across his chest and takes a deep breath. He pauses, then takes another. Then his head turns to look directly up at the inn's roof. He smirks, rubbing the side of his nose to let Kaine know he can smell him. An idea strikes him. He pushes off the fountain, approaching the redhead escort leader. "I'm going to purchase some food at the inn for my men. We've been here for a couple hours, and hiesen have frequent nutrition needs." It's a half lie, but the elf doesn't know that.

Without waiting for a reply, Evindal turns and heads into the inn. As a cover, he does what he said, paying extra to have the food brought out into the square for his men. When the innkeeper's back is turned, he heads upstairs to find an empty room. There, he locks the door, and opens the window. "Kaine?"
 
Kaine settled himself down, watching the group that was gathered. It seemed they were all coming together. There was no outright hostility that he could see and he was glad. This truce may work out after all. After being told for so long that they're enemies, it seemed that they were managing to be civil. He spotted Evindal among them and smiled, stifling a laugh when he realised he'd noticed him. Was his scent that obvious?

The elves saw no reason to question the princes motives, the redheaded elf almost offered help but Evindal was gone before he could.

Hearing his name, Kaine dropped from the roof and slipped in through the open window. "Hello" He greeted, wrapping his arms around Evindal's shoulders and giving him a soft kiss before he flounced around him and sat on the bed. "How has everyone behaved? I was surprised to hear that you were with the trading party"
 
That soft kiss wasn't enough, and too short. Evindal places himself between Kaine's legs, cupping his face in his hands. Leaning down, the hiesen prince kisses Kaine firmly, biting his lower lip until the elf gives way. His tongue slides into his mouth immediately, deepening the kiss. Evindal licks around his mouth, tasting him. He can't be gone long enough to do more, so this will have to satisfy his craving for the elven prince.

Evindal holds the hungry kiss until they're both breathless, licking Kaine's lips as he pulls away. Only then does he answer the elf prince's question. "My men are behaved because I am here. My presence deters them from starting fights."
 
Kaine wasn't expecting another kiss but he wasn't going to turn it away. His eyes closed as Evindal's lips drew close to his, humming and parting his lips when the other prince asked for him to. A soft sound, almost a moan, left him as the other's tongue pushed in. He gripped the front of the other prince's shirt, reluctant to let him go once they parted.

"Ah, so you are here to maintain the peace. Eoin mentioned that you had things handled" He said, smoothing down when he had gripped Evindal's shirt. "From what I could see, it looks promising. The truce within Hollow Point won't fall apart as soon as we look away"
 
Evindal looks confused, tilting his head. His left hand has dropped back to his side, but his right hand is twisting a piece of Kaine's hair between his fingers. "Who is Eoin?" Evindal doesn't know who that is, nor could he even begin to guess.

Then again, none of the elven escorts had been forthcoming about their names. Evindal hadn't instructed his men to introduce themselves either, but they had been willing to do so on their own after being split into groups. So at least the hiesen were being amicable, of not trusting.
 
"Eoin is one of your escorts, I trust him. He was leading the group, I think he ended up with you. Red hair? Dark eyes?" Kaine said, trying to describe someone he'd known for a very long time was surprisingly difficult. He wasn't surprised to hear that no one had given over their names.

Names held importance, they showed familiarity and an intimacy with the other person. However, if one of the hiesen had shared their name, the elves would follow. It was polite, and in their minds a return of a desire for familiarity. It was how friendships started.
 
"Ah, yes. He seemed the most on guard of your elves. Though, at least he allowed me to settle my men myself." Evindal still toys with Kaine's hair between his fingers, and still stands between the elf's legs. He's reluctant to move away, but he's already been gone several minutes. No doubt the elves are starting to get suspicious.

"Kaine, I have to go. The last thing I need is suspicion right now." Evindal pauses, then bends to kiss the elf prince again. This time, it's brief, though no less firm. "I don't know that I'll be able to slip away tonight. But I will try." Evindal's lack of social skills rears it's head again as he pulls away and leaves suddenly. The implication of meeting back here is unsaid, but hopefully understood. Outside, only one captain questions Evindal's absence. He manages to convince him he was requesting information from the innkeeper's wife regarding the surrounding terrain and hunting regulations.
 
"He can be, this is...difficult for him" Kaine admitted, not willing to share his friends history with the hiesen. Whilst he was rather free with his words, rather happy to share anything and everything with Evindal, even he knew that some things must be kept to himself. This was one of them. He enjoyed watching Evindal play with his hair, a small smile never leaving his lips.

"I understand" He murmured, disappointed that he had to leave. He understood and he had a feeling he would have to get used to shorter meetings like this. Their hours with each other before were lucky, but likely a fluke. He blinked as Evindal suddenly left. He was so abrupt, Kaine found it endearing. After waiting a few minutes, he too left. Although, he left through the window and took the roofs to the forest, and then to the camp. His presence wasn't missed. The camp was a flurry of activity now they had their orders. The peace of the past few days was replaced with haste and the loud sounds of construction.
 
The last group of Evindal's men have returned, hauling a man powered wagon of lumber and steel nails. With a gesture, Evindal commands his men to head out, staying behind a moment to thank Eoin. He doesn't reveal that he knows the elf's name, no need to arouse suspicion. "I am grateful for your assistance. It is my hope that the elves of Hollow Point have become a little more.. Tolerant of our presence. We will work with what he have for now. In future, we may need your assistance again."

Evindal leaves then, following his men across the fields and then the bridge. Construction starts immediately. The captain with the most experience is directing everything, and even Evindal follows his lead in this. However, his thoughts are on the elven prince.
 
Eoin was surprised to get any acknowledgement. "It's...it's fine. If you need us, just send a messenger" He extended the over, bowing his head when Evindal left. He was an odd one, Eoin didn't know what to think of him.

They returned to the camp and joined in with the rest of their men. Their camp wouldn't resemble the plans that had been laid out for a while but the sooner they started, the sooner they would be finished. Kaine moved around the organised chaos, helping where he could and making sure everyone had plenty of breaks. A rota had been put in place so that everyone would get their breaks and no one would be over worked. Despite how busy it all was, Kaine's mind kept slipping back to Evindal. He was looking forward to seeing him again. He did care for the man, even if he knew that he had a long way to go to earn that care in return.
 
Three days pass, with two more trips into Hollow Point. These two trips, Evindal is unable to get away from his group. However construction is progressing quickly, and already there are three bunker houses, each with bedding for twenty men. One more and everyone will have a solid bed. Though, 'bed' is more of a designated sleeping space, as most hiesen are more comfortable on the floor with their bedrolls.

There's also a cool house halfway done, though the mess tent is still set up for most meals. Evindal still has his own private quarters as commander, though it's a room built onto the side of the finished 'war hut'; a cabin sized building with a table holding a map of Itran and a map of the immediate surrounding area around Hollow Point.

These last days, the hiese have been turning in with the sunset, and rising with the dawn. They make the most of the daylight to build. Evindal has been sending progress reports to his father. This latest reply was simply not to send further reports unless something went wrong, and to await further orders. With his messenger hawk now not needing to fly back and forth to Oln, Evindal scrawls out a message and slides it into the small tube strapped to the hawk's chest. Then, to make certain his hawk isn't shot down by an archer, Evindal ties a thin strip of white cloth around his leg. Hopefully, Kaine would realize what the hawk is and would call it down before any of his men. Evindal sets the bird to the air.

The message:
"Kaine, I'm going to the inn tonight just after sunset. If you can get away, meet me there. Ask the innkeeper for the Black Beast's room.
-E"
 
Kaine mostly stayed at the camp. He heard that the hiesen had returned to Hollow Point, and allowed some of his men to go and keep an eye on things. There were a couple of his men that had family in the village and he knew that tensions were high. The looked out for each other, and that meant they looked out for each other's families as well.

The camp was coming together. They started with the bunk houses, managing to make two good size ones with bunk beds in. They would make another two to ensure they had enough space. A large mess hall was almost finished, but since it was so close to being done the men were using it already. They enjoyed having their meals together, and being able to sit in a warmed room for their meals was doing wonders for their morale.

As he wasn't expecting to stay, Kaine had stayed in his tent, declining all offers to build him a cabin. He didn't need it and their materials could go on something else. One of the captains had gotten his own, as he was expected to take on the responsibility of this camp for the foreseeable future, that was near the command room. It was a small cabin in which Kaine, his general, and his captains met to discuss their plans.

Observing his men, Kaine sat on top of the command room's roof. Because of this, he saw the hawk flying ahead. He whistled, calling it down to rest on his arm. He read the message, unable to stop himself from smiling as he did. He would get away. Even if he had to make stupid excuses and run he would. He didn't send a reply, just sending the hawk back to it's owner.

He was almost vibrating with energy for the rest of the day, flitting around the camp and trying to find something to focus his energy on. By the time sunset came, Kaine was ready to run. Luckily, he was able to get away without running into anyone. They would think he was in his tent or by the lake if they thought to look for him. He donned a cloak, hood pulled up lest any of the villagers notice him. If the innkeeper knew, well, he could keep a secret.

He did as the message asked, asking for the Black Beast's room before he was directed to the room he assumed Evindal was in. He knocked the door once before stepping inside.
 
When his hawk returned without a reply, Evindal was admittedly disheartened. Regardless, he returned his hawk to his stand by the window in his room, tossing a piece of fresh meat into his bowl. That night, as he'd said in his note, Evindal slipped away from camp just after sunset and headed into Hollow Point. Despite the tension, the innkeeper was willing to rent him a room after receiving payment. At least the innkeeper was fair with the price.

Evindal had made himself comfortable, hanging his cloak by the door and removing his boots. There's a sheathed belt knife on the bedside table, but he had left his clawed gauntlets in his quarters at the huesen camp this. His hair is still tied up in a knot, the hidden hair rod holding it in place. But the moment Kaine steps through the door, it shuts behind him.

Evindal pushes Kaine up against the door, sealing his mouth to the elf's. His left hand slides the deadbolt on the door locked, before gripping Kaine's hips, along with his right hand. The hiesen prince doesn't allow space between them, pressing flush against Kaine's body. Since that morning when Kaine had encouraged Evindal to take him, the hiesen has had a strong craving for the elf.
 
Kaine barely had a moment to react as he was suddenly pushed up against the door. His free arm wrapped around the other man, easily falling into the kiss that he was beginning to recognise. His hand held the other's tightly. He clung to him until he needed to breath, breaking the kiss for only a brief moment before he captured the other's lips again, tongue running along the seam of his lips.

He had wanted to talk with him, he'd been planning it all afternoon, but now he had his body against his own he couldn't bring himself to put any space between them. Perhaps once he got this out of his system he could think properly and speak.
 
Evindal growls when Kaine breaks away, but just as eagerly opens his mouth when the elf's tongue licks his lips. Kaine takes his hand, and Evindal interlocks their fingers, bringing their hands up beside Kaine's head.

Evindal's right hand slides up under Kaine's shirt, tracing the lines of his muscles to his chest. There, his thumb brushes across the elf's nipple. Evindal adjusts his stance, pushing his right knee between Kaine's thighs.
 
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