RP:For Enemies and Nuptials

Part of the Rest in Pieces: Vailkrin! Arc

Summary: Trajek goes to fulfill the errand Larewen has sent him on and en route, crosses paths with Talene. In exchange for an alliance, a third engagement is made amongst the Vailkrin nobility.

Fountain of Blood

Talene hadn't set out to do any work on this day, primarily because her one objective seemed to be M.I.A. So, it didn't seem to the rogue to take one day off and just see what she could stock up on for herself; weapons, armor...hell, maybe even a nice pair of gloves and matching hat. Her mind, however, still roiled with recent discoveries in relation to her predicament, and the question of how she could keep her pride intact. A sigh whooshed from her lips out of habit than necessity, donning her glass eye this time having gotten irritated with the patch. Unless one looked close enough, it seemed like she still had both working eyes it was that detailed and similar. Approaching the fountain, she felt one boot lace slip, taking a second to prop her foot up and correct it.

Trajek had become more of a messenger that he was a murderer. Since Larewen had been incapacitated protecting the city from the behemoth monstrosity that stalked the wall she kept high and mighty with her own magical acumen, Trajek had been forced to become a runner, a go to, a go for, and, more importantly, a diplomat. He had neither the temperament nor the inclination to do any of those for very long, and his irritation could be seen with how sloppy he had become; gone where the rags and ripped robes, the hidden face and obscured motives, and all sense of the clandestine, cloak-and-dagger airs he had cultivated. He stalked the streets of Vailkrin like one of the many undead that called the city home, unarmed as best any eye could see with only the leanest pieces of chainmail cover his trunk. He was at the fountain when Talene made her appearance, and when she would lift her head up from tying her laces, she would see him standing across from her.

Talene was finished in a matter of a minute, securing with one jerk of her hands and lowering her foot back to the cobblestone road. She blinked when her sights leveled on the Ghoul, turning her good eye towards him in an almost sideeyed, weary glance. She herself wasn't visibly armed, nor did she attempt to instigate anything. " What does your lady want this time?"

Trajek stood close enough to the blood fountain that its sanguine spray fell on his face, his arms, and his chainmail. He cut an even more imposing and fearsome ghoul with a sheen of blood, and the liquid on his grip upon his throat caused his airless voice to nearly drown. "Speak." He followed the bend of the fountain to where Talene stood, his presence drawing close enough to whisper openly without any straining ears. "Knives. In. Darkness. Not. Hers." He dropped his gaze, his eyeless sockets filling with a black ichor that roiled with contempt. "Make. Hers....What do you want...in return?"

Talene listened to him intently, an ear turned towards him slightly. She went silent for a minute or so as she thought on his question, and it was a good one. She'd address her grievance last, and revisit his original thought. " You seemed to have a hard-on for the idea of a political marriage between her and I. Now, I know, it is because she sees a union between her and some other male as more beneficial. An ex-husband, I am gathering. Mayhaps that assassin character, Shishi." Hands rest on her hips, voice low and soft, for Trajek's ears only. " Yet, she seemed all about getting in your bed. Which, in my opinion, seems rather hypocriticlal. Stringing one along, while wanting to publicly pursue another. Leaves you in a bit of a spot, eh?" Emerald gaze meets his eyeless one with raised brow, " So, if you're wanting one of us married so bad, why not a marriage between yourself and I, hm?" One finger was raised, to ask to allow her to finish. " Marriage affords a certain protection, and image. You wouldn't have to be bound to just me, I imagine you do have some consideration and care for her, gods only know why...", shrugging softly.

Trajek listened with the solemn, silent intensity of the grave...of death itself. Talene talked too much. Far, far too much. She was arrogant, and though -she- had the skills to back up such cockiness, he had very little idea about her network and those under her. She offered him a carrot on a stick, though the end she was offering was most certainly the stick. He thought over the proposition for a few long moments before finally speaking. "Pledge allegiance to Larewen. Provide nightly reports of your doings. Hunt assassins. Hunt spies. Bind yourself to her." He lifted his chin. "For. Marriage."

Talene hummed under her breath; it could be done. " As long as she keeps her nose out of my personal affairs, and how I find any information she needs, then we have an accord." Her grievance still had to be addressed, " Oh. And if she keeps staring at me like she has been with -my- eye, I will pluck it right out of her skull with my bare fingers. Queen or not, I don't give a rat's ass. She didn't get to where she is without help, just as I'll struggle to get to where I want to alone, and I won't have her entertaining any illusions otherwise. The people of Vailkrin may think her infallible, but I won't let her think otherwise."

Trajek keeps his lifeless stare pegged squarely in Talene's eye. He listened to her terms, and by the way he dipped his hands into the blood fountain and raised the blood-filled cup to her, he found them fair. "Your. Eye." Without his grip on his throat, the words were hard to discern, but it was a promise to an attempt; he would do his best to get her eye back from Larewen and bring it to her. "Drink. Pact."

Talene gave her eye to Langley to be able to accomplish her goal, and would only try to take it back if Larewen kept pissing her off. She could do without it for the moment. " Very well, I will promise to provide -you- the reports, the information needed. I'll do what I can to hunt down those who would act against her." She'd take his hands on her own gloved appendages, leaning forward and sipping the blood. Throat convulsed as she drank, sealing pact between rogue and death knight, lifting her head when only a few drops remained on his palms, licking her lips slowly.

Trajek growled a sputtering growl when she changed the terms of the pact, but they were not something that would alter them too much. He sought allies for his Queen at whatever cost. He plunged his hands back into the blood and lifted it between the vampire and himself. He sealed the pact with Vailkrin's blood itself, though most of the liquid he slurped fell out of his shredded throat and onto his chainmail hauberk. "You. Have. Work. To. Do." The ghoul did as well, and if Talene did not stop him, he would walk past her. With the direction alone, one would be able to guess he was traveling to his statuesque Queen.

Talene waggled her fingers at her now-fiance as he passed, chuckling softly. First he tried to kill her, now he was going to marry her, even if not in the traditional sense. " Such a sweet talker. I love it.", she tossed his way before turning as if to make her way back east. With him, she felt she could at least reach some understanding, even a half-amiable connection. Maybe. He could be worked with, at least.