It is my home. [ It's a simplified and mostly true answer, at least. ] I have obligations that I cannot abandon whenever I choose.
[ As much as traveling with the Nein may sound appealing on occasion. On the other hand, fighting dragons and some of the other things they've found themselves entangled in is decidedly less so. ]
Transportation, until Caleb learned the required spells. And as a liaison to the Bright Queen herself, when appropriate.
[ Molly ignores the 'my home' part, because honestly that means nothing to him. Obligations? That's fair. Boring, but fair.
He honestly did not think 'transportation' was going to be the thing, and he gives a confused blink before he remembers what Caleb had said about going places. It made a lot for sense if they could get there quicker than having to walk or ride for weeks or months. ]
[ One could make the argument that Essek could leave whenever he wished, but aside from having spent the entirety of his life in Rosohna, there are a great many resources and connections he would be entirely without or would need other means of acquiring if he left. The obligations are part of his work and station, which affords him certain privileges he would not have otherwise.
Essek tilts his head curiously at Molly; given his obvious appearance and their previous talk of the Dynasty, it seems an odd question, but he answers anyway. ]
Leylas Kryn, ruler of the Kryn Dynasty in Xhorhas.
[ Molly usually just hops over things he doesn't understand, and the Dynasty was one of them. He's never really thought about the name of things, mostly just hearing rumors about 'cricks'. Sounds like it was a Queendom and their wizard buddy here was a crony. ]
Well, that certainly sounds fancy~!
[ Also all noble and annoying, but he can deal. The elf obviously meant a lot to Caleb and they others seemed fine with him as well. ]
[ If there was a response to the former part of the conversation, it's immediately derailed. The bluntness of the question clearly takes Essek off guard for a brief moment of bewilderment before a thin smile slides into place. ]
[ Molly did get a little one, but it's going to take more than that to truly knock Essek off kilter. His smile gets a little tighter around the eyes, and there's an undeniable warmth creeping up the back of his neck. He tilts his head curiously a little at Molly. ]
[ Essek watches the progression of that wandering hand on his arm with middling interest, one eyebrow arched slightly. ]
You seem to have thought about this quite a lot already.
[ The violet gaze flicks back to Molly, settling into something more smoldering. If the tiefling wants to play games, Essek would hate to disappoint him. He leans in, voice lowering. ]
[ Molly chuckles, giving Essek a heated look - essentially playing flirt-chicken with the second prettiest purple person in this house. ]
Oh, you'd be scandalized about all the things that go on in my head. I'll be putting money in a betting pool to see how soon you two hook up and make sparkles in the bed.
[ His forked tongue slip out, licking over his lips. ]
[ Essek finds himself curiously examining the intricate tattoos on Molly's lovely skin; it's the first time he's seen them this close up, and the detail is quite striking. The more he looks, the more he sees, nearly too distracted by it rather than his words. Those red eyes are rather beguiling in their uniqueness. ]
Hmm.
[ Without even rising to that particular bait, Essek presses the tip of a finger under Molly's chin, nudging it upwards to get a better look at the feathers fanning over his neck. ]
[ Oh, he likes this game. It's sexy and funny in one, and Essek is an excellent player.
Once the drow says he's interested in the tattoos, Molly puts his adorned arm by the wizard's head so he can get a really good look - at the same time as he's getting even closer and boxing him in more.
It's followed by Essek's finger tipping his head a bit, and that sends a shiver through Molly's spine. He's toying with someone powerful here, and it's amazing. ]
Oh, I certainly am. Definitely not the only one, though... you don't need tattoos to be an exquisite centerpiece of any room.
[ Molly may be trying to box him in, but Essek hasn't budged, seemingly unperturbed. This close, that shiver is unmistakable, and that, more than the compliment, is what makes him smile more, smooth and smoldering. Essek is well aware of his own desirability, but there's no competing with the vanity of a man tattooed with peacock feathers. ]
Indeed.
[ He gives the proffered arm a cursory glance, but the red eye amidst the feathers low on Molly's neck is what's caught his attention first. There are others like it, he's noticed. The finger that had the tiefling's chin tilted up trails downward now instead, over warm skin and raised scars, lazily finding its way to the eye. The texture abruptly changes where the skin turns red, and in fact does not feel like skin at all. Essek traces the outline with a curious fingertip. ]
Yet I can't help thinking of the two of us, you're the more mysterious by far.
[ That touch changes the game at once and Molly pulls back. Normally he would just have been happy to show off even more, but all this Lucien shit had really fucked him up about those eyes. ]
No mystery there. Just a remnant of something long gone.
[ He brushes back his hair, stepping away from the drow. It means he loses, but so be it. ]
[ Essek doesn't pursue, though the reaction is a little unexpected, given the theme of their little game. It does get Molly to give him some more space, which isn't unwelcome. He makes a note to ask Caleb about it later. ]
I see.
[ He glances briefly out towards the others, involved in their own conversations. ] You arrived here with Fjord, yes? Although you seem to remember different things.
[ The tiefling is a little prickly both over losing and about his own stupid reaction, but Essek changes the topic, and he can pay better attention to that rather than sulking. ]
Yes. It's... strange. He's from a time that's over nine months in the future for me. He's gone through all these things I don't even understand. Caleb, too.
Hmm. [ Essek looks genuinely thoughtful, the tip of a finger tapping idly at his lip as he thinks. Wherever they are, whatever plane or dimension, it seems to be held apart from the passage of time on Exandria. The months between Molly and Fjord and Caleb are much more difficult to explain the mere weeks' difference Essek has with them. What had happened to Molly in the interim? And then Beauregard...he hasn't yet determined what she remembers, but that could throw a wrench into any of his burgeoning theories. ]
In order to alter time, one has to have considerable power. Usually, the past is immutable...however it seems the Augur has done almost everything else but that.
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[ As much as traveling with the Nein may sound appealing on occasion. On the other hand, fighting dragons and some of the other things they've found themselves entangled in is decidedly less so. ]
Transportation, until Caleb learned the required spells. And as a liaison to the Bright Queen herself, when appropriate.
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He honestly did not think 'transportation' was going to be the thing, and he gives a confused blink before he remembers what Caleb had said about going places. It made a lot for sense if they could get there quicker than having to walk or ride for weeks or months. ]
That's convenient. Who is this Bright Queen?
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Essek tilts his head curiously at Molly; given his obvious appearance and their previous talk of the Dynasty, it seems an odd question, but he answers anyway. ]
Leylas Kryn, ruler of the Kryn Dynasty in Xhorhas.
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Well, that certainly sounds fancy~!
[ Also all noble and annoying, but he can deal. The elf obviously meant a lot to Caleb and they others seemed fine with him as well. ]
So are you and Caleb fucking?
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No.
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Why not? You'd look good together.
[ Wizard on wizard? Hot. ]
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Oh, you think so?
[ Wizards are the sexiest, after all. ]
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[ Is that a hand sliding over Essek's arm? Is certainly is. ]
Two bookish men, reading each other's bodies like you read your big tomes... trailing over skin like the pages? Yes, that would be a sight.
[ Is he being a dick a la his wall-push of Caleb to tell him to be less obvious about his stealing... or actually interested? Who knows. ]
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You seem to have thought about this quite a lot already.
[ The violet gaze flicks back to Molly, settling into something more smoldering. If the tiefling wants to play games, Essek would hate to disappoint him. He leans in, voice lowering. ]
I'm flattered.
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Oh, you'd be scandalized about all the things that go on in my head. I'll be putting money in a betting pool to see how soon you two hook up and make sparkles in the bed.
[ His forked tongue slip out, licking over his lips. ]
Meanwhile...
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Hmm.
[ Without even rising to that particular bait, Essek presses the tip of a finger under Molly's chin, nudging it upwards to get a better look at the feathers fanning over his neck. ]
You're quite the work of art, aren't you?
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Once the drow says he's interested in the tattoos, Molly puts his adorned arm by the wizard's head so he can get a really good look - at the same time as he's getting even closer and boxing him in more.
It's followed by Essek's finger tipping his head a bit, and that sends a shiver through Molly's spine. He's toying with someone powerful here, and it's amazing. ]
Oh, I certainly am. Definitely not the only one, though... you don't need tattoos to be an exquisite centerpiece of any room.
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Indeed.
[ He gives the proffered arm a cursory glance, but the red eye amidst the feathers low on Molly's neck is what's caught his attention first. There are others like it, he's noticed. The finger that had the tiefling's chin tilted up trails downward now instead, over warm skin and raised scars, lazily finding its way to the eye. The texture abruptly changes where the skin turns red, and in fact does not feel like skin at all. Essek traces the outline with a curious fingertip. ]
Yet I can't help thinking of the two of us, you're the more mysterious by far.
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No mystery there. Just a remnant of something long gone.
[ He brushes back his hair, stepping away from the drow. It means he loses, but so be it. ]
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I see.
[ He glances briefly out towards the others, involved in their own conversations. ] You arrived here with Fjord, yes? Although you seem to remember different things.
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Yes. It's... strange. He's from a time that's over nine months in the future for me. He's gone through all these things I don't even understand. Caleb, too.
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In order to alter time, one has to have considerable power. Usually, the past is immutable...however it seems the Augur has done almost everything else but that.
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Sounds more and more likely that they're some kind of god. I mean... when I first got here, Fjord didn't think I was real. It had been that long.
[ To be fair, he didn't think Fjord was real either, but we're skipping that one. ]
Either way, it's fucking confusing.