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To Disappear (kikora and Z.G.)

The vampire put a playful finger on Kaura's forehead and traced the white lock of hair that moved from precisely the frontmost center portion of her crown and grew long. He tugged free a strand of the hair and held it out for the elf to see, "Here. This white streak." He quickly plucked it from her head and tied the long strand in a thin bow about the young woman's neck. His thumb brushed down over the soft leather collar on her neck with its fine silver filigree, a permanent mark of whom she belonged to. Teyha would look good with a collar, the vampire decided.

He glanced over to the pale young woman, sitting there in silence. He had invited her to breakfast to get to know her better. Slowly ingratiate himself with her until... What? Abel had no idea. "Did you sleep well?"
 
Kaura smiled slightly when he gestured to the white in her hair, a trait the lack of contact with the source had given her. Not a steely grey, but the same flawless white as her dress, in direct contrast to the dark brown of her hair. She smiled, raising her chin as he tied the string in a bow around her neck.

They were so involved with each other, Teyha was surprised that Abel even noticed her, and she gave him a slight shrug. "It was dreamless.' She said in terms of an answer. "My waking, less pleasant."
 
With all the swiftness and brashness of the southern wind Abel made a decision. "Teyha, from now on you will share the bed Kaura and I do. It has been far too long since I have had people to sleep next to an provide warmth. I did quite enjoy that as a child." The vampire took another studied sip of the wine, swirled it about in his glass and then set it down. Since Abel would not be eating he moved Kaura from her post to his lap, his chin resting comfortably on her shoulder.

After the previous night's conversation he felt so much more at ease around Kaura. There was something about knowing she had been developing the same affection that had slowly cultured within him felt . . . good in a way that had not been touched upon in years. Then to have Teyha suddenly appear? It was amazing. As though Miranda were stepping into his life once he again practiced the art of emotional intimacy. "Could you store that light?"
 
Teyha's mouth went dry in an instant, and she doubted that even if she drained her glass of water it would seem moist again. "I wont!" She said hoarsely, looking from one to the other. The intimacy and warmth they shared. Lovers, no doubt about it, she knew that before Kaura neatly settled onto Abel's lap, her arms encircling him. She kissed his neck once, and curled in closely, a low sigh sounding in his ear. It made Teyha all the more tensed, every muscle in her body strained from the desire to bolt, away from the room and its occupants. "I don't share my bed. I don't sleep with people watching, and I wont be manhandled." She said, just as dryly. "I would like my own chamber, and I do not care of it's so small I sleep kneeling!"
 
Abel's smile turned wry at Teyha's final comment. He turned his head down to plant a kiss on Kaura's mouth, his tongue briefly sliding against her lips. He whispered next to her cute, pointed ear, "I think I have just the place for Teyha." One of his fingers lightly, flirtatiously traveled down Kaura's side, "That is unless you would prefer to keep your old cage."
 
Cage? Teyha thought grimly, her face paling, before she shook herself. She picked up a piece of meat, and chewed it slowly, a sour look on her face. Kaura smiled herself, and pecked lightly at Abel's lips, a grim humor in her eyes. She remembered that cage, well, and her hands stole down to grip Abel's, squeezing lightly.

"Be gentle with her." She said softly, and picked up Abel's glass, raising a brow at her first taste of wine. "She is not like I am."
 
"No, I have never met anybody quite like you are," Abel told Kaura before he nuzzled into her cheek. He lightly squeezed her hand back, thumb caressing the soft skin between thumb and forefinger. After a few moments worth of thought Abel drew his fingers down Kaura's spine in a caress, enjoying the feeling of cuddling up close to her.

"So, Teyha, back to my previous question. Could you store that light? Perhaps in a box with mirrors for its sides? A special jar of some kind?"
 
Kaura was all too eager to nuzzle against Abel now, sighing softly at the intimate way her body fit into his, as if made for one another. Teyha cleared her throat at the question, and set down her glass. "No, not in that sense." She said softly. "I can tie off spells, so they can exist without me, but eventually weaves fade, and spells disappear... Besides." She glanced at Kaura, and smiled. "She gains the most power by absorbing it directly."
 
"Yes, but you can only provide that light once every other day. Kaura did say that it was good, but it was not the same. Not enough." The vampire nudged Kaura, his fingertip travelling down her jawline softly to grab her attention.

"Do you think you could survive off of that light and, perhaps, the occasional infusion of fire?"
 
Kaura nodded slowly, but Teyha still sighed. "It would be like surviving on bread and water." She told Abel patiently. "Not pleasant. Do you not trust this woman enough to allow her actual sunlight? You act as lovers! Her comfort should be priority, my lord." She said, the last two words an almost hiss, agitated by how incredibly cold he seemed to be towards the Elf woman's convenience.
 
"Excuse me, please do right me if I am incorrect, but I was under the impression that elves and humans only rarely mingled. What experience has given you the knowledge of the care and feeding of one of the fae?" It was a polite question with a hidden point, razor sharp steel hidden behind silk. Teyha is easily as strong willed as Kaura, Abel noted happily. She would be so fun to play with.
 
"None." Teyha snapped. "Save my intuition and knowledge as a healer. The power I gave Kaura yesterday drained me, but she hardly seemed full. She said herself she would need more light than I could give, and I hardly think giving her fire would help her comfort at all." The girl finished, her arms folding over her chest.

Kaura was laughing softly now, a smile on her lips. "She is, for the most part, right, Lord Abel." She said at last. "Fire to an Elf is like eating grass to a human, it fills the pit, but does little more."
 
"But could you survive without permanent injury if you were reduced to Teyha's light and fire?" Abel inquired, his muddled eyes seeking out Kaura's. There was something about his tone, the slightly thread left unfurled, that gave away just how important her answer would be. It would, after all, decide how quickly they could leave for his people's new home. Though he had come to this new plateau with Kaura, Abel still wanted to grind the elves beneath the heels of his people. There had been a time when his peoples' empire had stretched far and wide, a complex meritocracy of lively politics and far flung art.
 
Slowly Kaura nodded. "It would not be pleasant." She said softly, and reached up to stroke his brow lightly. "I do not believe I would easily forgive being starved in such a way, master."
 
Abel nodded grimly. She could survive but... To starve her and ask her to betray her people? How far can I stretch her love? He nuzzled his head into Kaura's stroking hand before he caught it in one of his hands and kissed her palm. "I will bear that in mind," he responded gravely. He reached out and grabbed a mango and brought it up to Kaura's lips. "Now, my darling little fae, eat."

Still, it presented something of a problem. "Is there any way to store the sun's light?"
 
Kaura obediently bit into the mango, carefully so the juice did not run down her chin. Across the table, Teyha wanted to smash her head into the desk, her previous explanation seemingly forgotten. "No." She said bluntly, "There is not."
 
The vampire sighed. "Fine, fine. Excuse me for attempting to find a portable energy source." Noting a small droplet of juice spilling from the corner of Kaura's mouth he ducked his head down and quickly gathered it through the softest brush of his lips. He squeezed the back of Kaura's neck, almost as though through his touch he could show her how much he cared for her.

Then something occurred to him.

"Could you summon light through material objects? The sun's light, not some wyrd light."
 
Kaura leaned into the squeeze, and kissed Abel lightly back, wholly amused by the face that Teyha made to the display. Surely the girl had seen intimacy before!

"I'm not sure." Teyha said after considering the question for a moment. "I might be able to, but then, I might burn myself and the object together. Spells are tricky."
 
Is there no way out of this infernal catch-22? Abel asked himself while he watched Kaura take another bite out of the mango, his interest piqued by the movement of her soft lips. It was so distracting to have her there on his lap being cute like that. At the same time, Abel enjoyed it rather too much to stop her.

"Could you attempt it sometime--outside of my presence, if you would be so kind. Perhaps something small, so that you can escape with no more than a small sunburn?"
 
Kaura continued eating until all that was left was the hard core of the mango, and she set it delicately aside. "I will." Answered Teyha, taking a napkin to wipe the remains of her breakfast from her hands, before folding it in her lap. Once done she looked up, at Abel. "Thank you for the fine breakfast." She said at last, if somewhat stiffly.
 
"You are most welcome. Tonight you have two tasks; practice summoning the sun as much as you feel is necessary to test out the feasibility of the project and then check through my staff. I am sure there is some ailment or misaligned bone one or two of them have been suffering under. One of the porters has a club foot, if you can repair such a thing as that." His last words held a tone of dismissal, though after a heart beat and before she left, "Teyha--there will be personal chambers ready for you later. Though I suggest changing out of such tight clothing. While it is pleasing to see you in the fine attire you deserve I would suggest changing into something less form fitting when you are dealing with the Pit guards. They are at times overzealous."
 
Teyha stood as quickly as she was able, and made her way to the door, pausing to hear what he had to say before retreating through. She scoffed to herself. "What I wear is my business." She said softly, though she had every intention of changing into something far looser ((And preferably designed for a male)) at the sight of the first closet. "And I can defend myself against your guards. After all, THEY'RE not warlocks." She said, and slammed the door behind her, hurrying down the hall.

Kaura sighed, and leaned against Abel, frowning at how the door wobbled following Teyha's retreat. "She has a mouth." Kaura observed. "And a temper to match it."
 
Abel leaned down to the ground, bringing Kaura with him so that was laid out on top of him. The vampire looked up at the smooth skinned beauty, "Does that remind you of anyone you know?"
 
Kaura grinned ruefully down at Abel, her eyes glinting mischievously in the low light. "Someone, but she lacks the same degree of finesse in her protests." She replied evenly.

Teyha managed to fins the clothes she wanted, simple servant clothes designed for a large man. She tied the collar tight around her nech, letting the shirt drape to her knees. The trousers needed a length of chord to stay up, but she managed. She looked in the mirror when she was done, and ruffled her hair, so at the distance she'd seem young and boyish.... At last until she opened her mouth, and her soft feminine voice gave her away. Still, she muddled through the healing with brief gestures, while the castle buzzed about the talented young healer boy in their mists.
 
"She does lack a certain acumen," Abel could not help but to brush a stray strand of hair behind Kaura's ear. "Although I'm certain that if she spends enough time with a certain young elf that will fix itself." The vampire stuck his tongue out at Kaura and made a face.

It was lucky that Teyha arrived by the time she did. Jass came sprinting down the corridors without thought to who he had to shove out of the way. Blood decorated his body, flecks of crimson splattering his face, smeared over his hands. "TEYHA!" The young man possessed a surprisingly clarion voice, cutting through the manifold turns of the castle and under the muffled roar of castle life. As he rounded one corner, sprinting, he turned and saw the young woman he was looking for doing something with a maid's hand. However he could not stop in time and ran full bore into the hard stone wall, reeling backwards before he collapsed in a daze, his nose clearly broken and pumping blood. The wall looked largely unharmed by the collision.
 
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