Darius note: Hello my lovely Embracers, it's me again! I know there has been quite the delay on this chapter but please read my creators note at the end to see why. On to better things, you will see a quick scene back at the castle but then it's all me and Elvi in the Misty Grove after that. Unfortunately that means after this chapter it will switch back to the Companions perspective. Now I know what you are thinking "Darius, you handsome devil-bastard, how can we possibly read an entire chapter without marveling at your awesomeness!" I know, I know it will be extremely difficult but much about myself and my former life is revealed in this chapter so hopefully that can satisfy you until we meet again! Please be sure to leave me your thoughts about how sexy I am in this chapter, my ego would appreciate it greatly. Bye for now my beautiful and or handsome Embracers. Enjoy the tale!

Another big thank you to mrsmiawallace88 for looking over this chapter for me. She is the best!

Harkon had a horrible, thought disrupting headache. As much as he still needed to do, all that consumed his thoughts was Elvi. He trusted her and believed in her, but the idea of her needing him while he was daftly sitting alone in his chambers made his stomach churn. These little breaks from being near one another was probably extremely beneficial to their relationship but how he loathed it. Even now as his stone heart remained still in his chest, he felt it ache. He was beginning to enjoy the pain however. It was a reminder that it was still there. That the beast of fear and terror harbored the very instrument all men carried. Having use of his own heart in it's self was an anomaly. Just a year ago he'd have willingly traded it away to acquire what he desired. It had always been a useless little thing. Now-now he wasn't sure if he'd give it up for anything. To feel it beat again was so refreshing, it made him feel like a new man.

Which was troubling to say the least. Harkon had ceased being a man long ago and even as a mortal he despised his own humanity. He once sought to be the cold, heartless being he was today. Now he was remembering what it felt like to have such a wide variety of emotions. He looked down at the simple stone goblet he had been mindlessly holding and sometime during his thoughts he had not only broken it, but molded it into a small stone orb. His heart felt another pang of agony when he recalled how he would fiddle with things as a mortal when he was anxious. Of course, then he wouldn't have had the strength to mold stone as if it were clay. That alone was a testament to how far he had come. If he was making a conscious effort to hold back his strength, it often got away from him. He let the now ruined goblet fall to the floor with a clunk and he exuded a short sigh.

Anxiety. Another crippling emotion he had all but forgotten. Where Elvi opened up the pleasant emotions, she also did the negative ones. It made him feel normal, human. It went against everything he had devotedly preached over the centuries. Humans were weak. They spent so long chasing after their euphoric sensations while letting the unsightly ones overcome them. Now he too was at a loss. It was almost as though he had been reborn, a sheltered infant opening his eyes for the first time. For he had spent so long stifling his own heart and feelings they were practically brand new again. Ironically, he had come to both accept and celebrate this. He may have loathed the man buried underneath his monster like exterior, but Elvi liked him. Elvi liked all the simple, yet possibly ignorant things he would do to try and please her. He'd abandon his own joy for her if he could. Because feeling her happiness through his body was the strangest blessing he had ever been given and it was much more gratifying than feeling it firsthand. He wondered if he should indulge those sentimental thoughts that would sometimes come to his mind. While he'd feel like a fool if anyone were to witness, he wondered if Elvi would be all the more gleeful if he was kinder. If he had it in him to be. Maybe it wasn't so much a weakness as he once thought if it liberated their union. Cause after all, he didn't have to be kind to anyone. Only her. That at least was an outlet he could console himself with if he ever felt he had grown too soft.

An unexpected knock occurred on his chamber door and interrupted his brooding. His kin knew better than to intrude upon him at this hour and he doubted Alrik would send anyone to him when he was perfectly capable of handling most given situations. This had better be worth his time.

"Enter," Harkon answered gruffly. If it was who he thought it was, he sincerely wasn't in the mood. The door opened and the angry pain behind his brow intensified. He didn't have the patience for her.

"I assume you have disturbed me for a purpose?" Harkon muttered showing his displeasure. He'd have dismissed her immediately were he not in the need of investigating how and why she knew everything she did about his court. The occurrence with Babette had been not long ago and his kin wasn't known for spreading their business throughout their community. Alrik also prided himself on his privacy; they both valued it highly as they had to. The vampire world would easily pick up on their weakness otherwise. And dealing with a civil war among his own kind was something he did not want to deal with. So how exactly did she know already that they had briefly welcomed Babette to his clan? If it was as he believed and they were in league with each other, Cait was rather foolish to try and deceive him further. She was here for a purpose. He'd find out what that purpose was.

"Of course, my lord! I wouldn't dream of interrupting you without cause," Cait said with a shy smile as she moved closer to him in a slow pace, her eyes hungrily devouring his bored ones.

"Then speak," he ordered. She was bold if she was attempting to entice him. Even before Elvi, it was known that even if he were interested in pursuing a woman, he would be the one to initiate it. Not the other way around. In fact, given his nature, he scarcely liked to be touched. Elvi's being the only to always be welcome.

"Very well. I was hoping we could discuss my future here, among your mighty clan," she said slyly with a quick wink. Harkon's eyes briefly examined Cait's attire with a scowl. She had a decent body, that much was true, but to display it in such a classless manner was more unappealing than it would've been if she was wearing something as common as a dress fit for a peasant. He was thankful that his Elvi wasn't exactly the provocative sort. Of course, she had far more pleasant features to display but Molag Bal knew, he couldn't keep himself from disposing of any drooling whelps that stared for too long. As blessed as Cait might have been in the looks department, it hardly benefited her to dress as a common whore. There were far more enticing things to him than a pair of firm breasts and a taut body. Harkon forgot himself and closed his eyes; exuding a quick chuckle. Hm…maybe he had gotten old.

"Your place is that of a common soldier, Cait. Don't delude yourself into believing you could ever be anything other than such," Harkon said in a bored tone. His headache wasn't improving to say the least. He didn't have the patience for her. He doubted he ever had. The very moment they had met and the way she clung onto one of his fellow lords was nauseating, but if the fool was dumb enough to believe all her honeyed words, who was he to intervene? Nature had the habit of disposing of the weak and ignorant. The sentiment extended to his kind as well.

"Oh, Lord Harkon, that is ever so hurtful," Cait pouted. "You and I are more alike than the weak half-blooded miscreants that currently stain your hall after all. I assumed you would give more respect to a fellow pure-blood."

Harkon growled in response which caused the approaching harlot to cease her assent towards him. He knew that she had the reputation of being bold, which he normally admired since few were brave enough to so much as speak to him. Yet he would remind Cait her place. The Volkihar was his and while some weren't exactly the highest of quality, they had served him well. Yes, he had the traitors and the rebels among them, a few of which he had kept a clever eye on all these years, but that was common when you harbored the power he did. That and even his weakest member was worth at least three weak blooded vampires. A statement few other clans could make aside from maybe the Stilbolts who had produced a few strong members themselves.

"Those miscreants are my kin Cait. I highly suggest that you speak of them with the respect they deserve," Harkon warned. As pure as her blood may have been, he didn't consider her a high member of their society. She had split from her family the very moment they were made and sadly enough she was all that remained of a once decent clan. Back before the treaty between Hircine's kind and Molag Bal's was enforced, it was difficult for a vampire to find peace and they fell under the mongrels might. Pity. There were a few worth saving in their ranks, but Harkon could say with absolute confidence that Cait wasn't one of them.

"Oh, I meant no offense my lord," Cait purred as she returned to her pursuit towards him. "Also, honoring them as your kin is a bit misplaced currently, is it not? As I recall, none of the Volkihar obtained their blood from you. If I were you, I'd rid myself of anything that connected me to that traitor of a former wife."

"I've contemplated it," Harkon mused. "Though loyalty is honored above all else in this court. Those who have lacked it for the past couple of centuries will be dealt with and if my progeny's blood is capable of turning a mortal without overpowering them, I will start again. I have done so countless times in my existence, but this particular lot has earned their place and so they will remain secure."

Harkon instinctively scooted back in his throne the moment he felt Cait atop of him. She straddled his hips and brought her head inches away from his own. She was really, really bold. Harkon didn't appreciate it very much. He was more appalled than aroused yet shocked enough to remain still to see just how far she was planning on going.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" Harkon asked in more a bored tone then an angry one. Of course, he had heard of her ways but she had never made an advancement on him before, though she was always flirtatious. Not that he or even Valerica had cared at the time.

"I much prefer this position, don't you? Besides, you just said loyalty was the first thing you prized above everything else. I mean to prove mine to you currently."

"Don't twist my words, Cait. I was speaking in terms of business not pleasure. And no, I don't prefer your current position at all, in fact you have the total of thirty seconds to see yourself from my lap or you will removed by force. I don't give second warnings." It came out demanding and ferocious because he wanted it to. This kind of thing wasn't entirely new to him. He was rising in power so a byproduct of that was having women, especially mid-grade members of his race beginning their attempts to win him over in hopes to become his future queen. It happened often enough in his own court so the pursuit of others was to be expected. Except with Elvi, she was the only one that seemed interested in him for something aside from his title or power. What that something was, he probably would never be certain after all his mistreatment of her in the beginning. Hopefully, well if he was lucky, Elvi would see that all of that was behind him and that he could and would make up for it in their future years together. To her at least. The rest of the world was free to suffer for all the cared.

"Why can't business and pleasure coincide?" Cait asked with the tilt of her head and eyes sparkling with mirth. "All this pressure and stress that keeps piling on your shoulders, all I wish to do is help relieve that tension. I think afterward you will see just how loyal I can be. Wouldn't I just look so good on your arm, my lord? You won't find a more desirable, pure, and beautiful vampire in all our community. I think we would make quite the pair, don't you? I saw your kin's approval on their faces as I entered the main hall," Cait purred and moved closer and closer to bring her lips to his but just before she met her target, Harkon gripped her by the hair; hard. He pulled her head back and away from him with a strong force and Cait hissed at the pain. Harkon chuckled and stated his retort,

"Yes, they do seem to lose their heads when in the presence of whores. Too bad for you I had my fill of them before I ever became eternal." He threw her off of him and she crashed into the wall in front of them. He stood to his feet to avoid such a predicament again and to show his own authority along with displeasure at her boldness. He was happy to show Cait just how uninterested he was this very night.

"If you wish to see your despicable lust sated, you can find one of the aforementioned members of my kin that might be fool enough to see you to their bed. I do value loyalty greatly and you should know that my loyalty and love is sworn to another. Hmph, not that you would have much more success were it not," Harkon countered with an amused smirk. He was never one to fear commitment, he was just extremely selective about whom received his commitment. Now that he had his Elvi, no other woman would even remotely appeal to him. Sure, he could admire beauty, but after that first glance they would be forgotten. Harkon may not have been the best husband in the past, but he was loyal at the very least. It was just…the rest of the martial issues he had to work on.

Cait smiled as she pushed herself up from the floor. She didn't even bother to straighten her disarrayed clothing and she began a slow pursuit back towards him.

"So those filthy rumors are true," she taunted. "The fearsome Harkon has fallen for his first ever progeny. Come now my lord, you're so much smarter than that. I too know of all the nice thrills and chills one could get when you indulge yourself with such sentimental but oh so intense pleasures." As Cait inched her way to Harkon she crossed her arms and rubbed them sensually at the words 'thrills and chills'. She halted when she was at arm's length from him and chuckled mockingly.

"But don't fall for the bonds glamour. As fun as it can be to toy with our pets, it's another thing to claim it to be love. There is no room for such things when the world it's self is in preparation of claiming. Bed the little tart all you desire if it's your will, but you'll need someone more like you at your side if you wish to be taken seriously. Continue to hold your progeny higher than the rest of your clan and you will be perceived as a sappy old man."

"It would be better than being perceived as a scandalous, decayed tramp," Harkon roared. "And I don't need to justify my feelings to you. It's true, she is my first progeny and likely to be my last but our bond has already suffered significantly yet what I feel for her remains strong. She is more to me than my progeny and she will remain at my side as long as she will have me."

"She is a nobody, Harkon. She shares your blood, nothing more. It's our nature, how all vampires that are beneath us are made. I know you va-" Cait was stopped before she could finish because Harkon had forced her against the wall and pinned her there with the simple flourish of his hand as well as the use of his will. He didn't even want to touch her.

"She. Is. My. Wife!" Harkon hissed in pure fury. His headache may have dissipated but that fiery and ancient rage flowed wickedly in his veins. She had been in his castle less than twenty four hours and she had already managed to infuriate him to the level he was attempting to control. To have the audacity to come into his chambers, attempt to seduce him, mock him then belittle the only light in his existence was unforgivable. "Never regard her as anything less than such again!"

Cait threw her head back in laughter and Harkon tightened his telepathic grip on her for the effort. The burning, cloudy sensation in his head lessened when he heard her laughter turn to a pained choking noise. She lifted her hand and wagged her finger in correction.

"No Harkon, she isn't. The whole vampire community would be buzzing with the gossip of your new spouse if it were so. You already made those dark, sacred bonds with another. Lord Molag Bal doesn't grant the same privilege twice so easily, especially since your beloved wife is still alive somewhere far out of your reach."

"I'm working on it," Harkon growled and released her just so she could get the hell out of his chambers. His eyes briefly glanced back to his desk self-consciously before he returned his sight on Cait. "Oh, by the way, thanks to your actions tonight consider a day knocked off your allotted time. I'd vanquish you this moment, but I'd much rather have you witness my beloved with your own eyes beforehand so that you might realize how pale in comparison you are to her glory. Pure-blood or otherwise."

"Please, I am the best option you have for a queen and widely known as the most attractive female of our race. Pure-blood or otherwise." Cait hissed and it was Harkon's turn to burst out into a mad fit of laughter. He knew how intimidating he could be when he did so, what with his sharpened twin fangs displayed proudly as he laughed manically. Cait seemed to lose her nerve and wisely took a step away from him.

"Ah, I needed that; much gratitude," Harkon stated with a friendly disposition. "I'll say only that if I did chose you over my Elvi, it would be like throwing away a flawless diamond for common amethyst. Only in your wildest dreams could you surpass Elvi's beauty. Now, I desire that we become better strangers. Leave and do not see yourself in my presence again unless I instruct you otherwise. If you do, I won't be as pleasant. I'm not one to easily dispose of the pure members of our race but I make exceptions often."

He smiled in sweet mockery to her but when she opened her mouth to argue, he roared a deep, threatening roar and watched in enjoyment as she ran away in fright. He was fully capable of destroying her and had she lingered a moment longer, he would have. He was fairly certain that Cait knew that too.

Somehow that entire interaction made him miss Elvi more, though he didn't think that was possible when he had started his brooding. She hadn't been away for very long, but every time she was away from him, the nights that normally flew by without noticed seemed so much longer. So much colder. He didn't want to intrude upon her space or privacy though so he wasn't sure what to do. That's probably the most frustrating part about trying to be a good man to her. If he left her alone too long would he be neglectful? If he spent too much time with her would he smother her? Harkon was beginning to understand how important Elvi's independence was to her, but it went against everything he knew. He wanted to take care of her. He wanted her to be safe and happy. Yet danger, battle and chaos called to Elvi just as strongly as it called to him. He couldn't deny her those opportunities but if he let his mind roam, the thought of losing her kept entering his mind and there it would stay until he was either extremely angry or morbidly depressed?

Another emotion he didn't enjoy nor could he handle. He wasn't angry at Elvi for being who she was, but more irritated that despite their claims to immortality, they could still be destroyed. His life time goal of keeping what mattered to him protected seemed like it really would be an endless struggle. Things were only going to get more extreme in this case the closer they got to the prophecies completion.

It was kind of scary, to restart. To make something new again. But it would be something that was his. Yes, he had plenty of faults. Ones that were obvious to anyone that met him. But…he was trying. He knew Elvi deserved better than what he was and what he would forever be. Though he was pretty sure he could keep her happy which in return would keep him happy. He had to keep that in mind. Harkon could easily forget that in the end that's all that really mattered to him. She could either fight the rest of her existence or stay at home and do whatever she desired there as long as it made her happy. That's all he wanted for her. He wanted her to love herself; accept herself. To feel the joy that had escaped her too many times to be considered rightfully fair for the rest of her existence. He only hoped that the same outcome involved him being a part of her life. He wanted her to know that she was his happiness. If he did lose her he even began to wonder if anything else could possibly make him feel the way she does. The longer he was with her…the more was brought to clarity.

In his damned solitude Harkon exhaled a sharp sigh and rubbed his eyes with his palms before sighing once more, only softer this time. All this tension and constant worry filled thoughts were taking its toll on him. If only he trusted his new 'guests' enough; he'd consider sleeping just to give his body a break. Which was but another of the many things Harkon wasn't used to experiencing; the desire to sleep.

"Dearest, you truly will never know what you do to me," Harkon whispered to the lonely chamber. "Just please stay safe. I'll always be waiting for you…so you have to always come home to me in return."

(xxxx)

When Elvi's vision cleared, her breath caught in her throat at the gorgeous surroundings that was the Misty Grove. In her hurry and drunkenness during her last venture here she didn't take the time to admire just how beautiful this particular plain of Oblivion was. Sanguine had plopped them in the middle of his partying area, where row after row of picnic tables were scattered and above them floated bright yellow sources of light Elvi knew couldn't be natural. She was taken aback when she heard the abrupt sound of applause. She turned to see about twenty individuals of all races and genders, clapping with praise at the appearance of their lord, who was happy to greet them in response.

"Hello lovelies!" Sanguine announced with outstretched arms. "I've brought us some new guests to play with—I mean entertain! Be sure to treat them kindly, would you."

Sanguine then turned to address Elvi who had already grabbed Darius' wrist to prevent him from running off. She heard him mumble 'I wanna say hi to the people!' under his breath but she kept her hold on him strong as she looked up at Sanguine. She was not about to be separated from him in a fucking Oblivion plain!

"You two get settled. Anything you see here is yours for the taking and yes, that extends to anybody as well. Though I ask you to join me in a moment, my delectable dragonborn. I have much I wish to discuss with you."

Elvi nodded and watched the Prince wander off to his own little designated area and worry started to set in again. Perhaps he grew tired of his own game already and was going to go ahead and reveal her real purpose for being here. She sincerely hoped it was…at least slightly tame. She turned to Darius who was busy scoping out the rather large group of women who were all barely covered and drinking heavily from one of the barrels of mead. Yet, when he looked away and absorbed his surrounding, his excitement only seemed to escalate.

"Elvi look!" he said happily, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and bringing her closer to him. In a way that simple gesture made Elvi's tension lessen. Good, he was no longer wary of touching her, even in innocent ways as he did now. Elvi realized what he was gawking at and she covered her face with her hands in response. There were two 'rivers' near the party center. One flowed with what looked to be red wine, the other a bright, sparkling golden color that Elvi assumed to be mead. They both trickled down and collected in separate small ponds as if they were perfectly natural. This wasn't good. Elvi thought she heard Darius sniffle and she couldn't help but look at him quizzically.

"You okay?"

"It's just beautiful, Elvi. It's just so beautiful," Darius explained while he 'got something out of his eye'. Oh, brother. Elvi didn't know what would be more difficult, facing the horrors of the Soul Cairn or dragging Darius away from the Misty Grove. "Let's party!"

"Uh, alright, I guess that's what we are meant to do," Elvi conceded. She didn't know how soon Sanguine would be expecting her but from her quick glance in his direction he seemed occupied with his regular residents currently…in a very blatant and intimate way so soon she might add; so it was probably safe for her to wander for a bit. She was still leery of drinking anything supplied by Sanguine, but she supposed filling up the surprisingly clean mugs that sat on one of the picnic tables with the same mead everyone else was drinking was safe. Alas, the moment she turned back around in Darius' direction, he was nowhere to be found. Ugh! What was she thinking?! Turning her back on him was like leaving a child alone at their favorite playground and expecting them to stay still!

Elvi caught some of the glances from the handful of men that gathered around the table nearest to the barrel she was at and blushed when she saw that they too left little to the imagination when it came to their outfits. She was also surprised at the even ratio of men and women she had seen thus far. Sanguine choosing to appear as a male more often than not led her to believe he would just covet whatever beautiful lady that happened to catch his eye. It was also rather alarming at how many of them looked happy to be there instead of her previous thoughts that Sanguine just abducted some guests to keep himself entertained. Much like the way she and Darius had ended up here. Not that you really had to twist Darius' arm to get him to come here that is.

"Damn," Elvi cursed. It was going to be a quest in its self to find Darius in this unfamiliar land. Luck decided to be kind to Elvi so it seemed, because it actually didn't take too long for her to find him. Only when she did, she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about this particular situation. First, she spotted Darius' armor and swords piled neatly by the pond of mead, afterwards she only had to wait a few seconds before she saw him burst through the golden liquid; coughing and gasping for breath. Great…he had gone swimming in the mead. Wonderful! Why wouldn't he have swam in the mead! Though Elvi thought it was rather amazing and adorable that all he had to do was flip his damp hair back and all his waves and curls fell perfectly back into place. He was an anomaly, he just had to be.

He looked over in her direction and from the ear to ear smile he presented her, and the way his arms splashed at the not-water, let her know he was already ridiculously drunk. If she had to guess, he had just floated to the bottom and drank as much as he could before his lungs couldn't take it anymore. Not having an actual need for air aided their race in more ways than one, or so it seemed. At least Darius had found a way to take advantage of it. When he got back onto the bank, she immediately turned her head and felt her cheeks becoming red once more. He was completely naked…Elvi had never seen Darius naked before.

"Hiya babygirl!" Darius exclaimed as if nothing at all was amiss. Namely his clothes. "I hopes you don't mind, but I thought that was the most efficient way to play catch ups. I feel mighty fine now."

Elvi kept her sight on the ground so she was a little taken aback when she felt his arms wrap around her neck enthusiastically. He chuckled and rest his head on hers for a moment which made her cheeks brighten even more. He was acting a lot more friendly now which would have been fine…if…

"Isn't this the best?! Gods, I loves that I could come here with you. We are going to have so much fun! Go take a quick dip too or chug some drinks so you can get ya a nice buzz going, then I saw this field of lavender all the way over there so we can lay there and talk and stuff. We haven't been able to share stories in 'sa long," Darius slurred and smiled that ridiculously charming smile of his. His infamous smirk of course had its appeal but his genuine smile could make any woman's knees weak without even an ounce of effort on his end. It really was unfair. Somehow, Elvi knew she would appreciate Darius more if he was less attractive. He'd seemed more real were it so and not a figment of her imagination. How else could any creature be as he was?

"Um Darius, your clothes?" Elvi said with her still blushing cheeks. She cursed him multiple times afterward, because when he moved away from her slightly, she saw the innocent and downright adorable expression on his noble face. He raised an eyebrow and Elvi could see the gears turning in his head as though she had to just asked him solve a complicated riddle, but his arms remained around her shoulders regardless.

"My clothes? Why would you want to wear my clothes for? They'll be a little big on you but you can have 'em. I gotta help you get changed though," he grinned and halfheartedly tugged at her cape to remove it and Elvi could have turned into ash from the pure embarrassment. Did he really not remember?! How drunk was he?!

"No, um…Darius…" She attempted to gesture towards his body but the temptation to allow her gaze to settle downward was becoming hard to resist. Just out of curiosity, which was natural. The way the man raved about himself; one wondered if there was any truth behind it. Her eyes kept dancing from his blood gold eyes to about his belly button before they retreated back. No! It was true that they had danced across the line from friends to lovers, but that didn't mean she had the right to see him in such a way. Even if she did though, knowing him, he'd be perfectly content with it. The Volkihar had no qualms with being naked in front of her or probably anyone. Sanguine could walk up and he'd still act perfectly natural!

Darius looked down at himself and chuckled in amusement. Oh thank the gods! Surely things would become less awkward now. Only his adorable streak seemed to escalate once he calmed down and simply stated,

"I'm naked." Again as if he didn't have a care in the world. Like it was just a typical day and occurrence to him! " Sa sorry. I took 'em off so I wouldn't get them wet. I will rejoin you momentarily."

He let her go at last and just before he turned his back on her, Elvi's eyes rebelliously found their target. Knowing it would be the last time she had a chance despite how much she tried to protest made her obey her curiosity's orders. As he was walking away, Elvi hid her face in her hands because it had to be an ungodly blood red color now. Well…now she knew. She didn't have a lot of experience with men but from what she did know and had seen…Darius had to be ideal. His self-proclaimed nickname Big Dick Mystic…wasn't inaccurate. Everything the narcissist gloated about himself was true and Elvi wished him a week in Coldharbour for it! Every little girl dreamed of their 'perfect man' growing up and to personify that nearly impossible image; you'd get Darius. The dual wielder was the definition of egotistic who loved his attention, had probably slept with more women in his immortality than Elvi could ever guess yet somehow, none of those qualities seemed negative.

Elvi could usually spot men like Darius from a mile away and did everything she could not to associate herself with them. The boozing and whoring lifestyle was childish, irresponsible and just plain-well…egotistical. The memory of her first meeting with Darius flashed to the front of her mind. His vulgar choice of words and obvious drunken advances made her fairly certain she'd want nothing to do with him in the future. Men like that were common and worth less than the septims in a beggar's cup. Yet slowly, night by night she got more glimpses of the Volkihar's inner beauty along with his outer. Never before had she met a more loyal, fun loving, resilient and humorous creature. Despite her first impression of him, Elvi seriously didn't know what she would do without him. As often as he protected her, somewhere in Elvi's forgotten heart she knew that if it came down to it, she would die for Darius just as easily as he would for her. That was a bond of battle and blood they had though it was different then the bonds she had with others. A warriors bond? A friendship one? She wasn't sure, but the fact remained that Darius and she had something true and unspoken between them. She was starting to wonder if they always had it from the very moment they entered battle together.

"Don't act like you didn't admire!" Darius called to her which brought Elvi back to reality. The blush returned once more to her cheeks at both his words and the full view of his naked ass since she was fool enough to look in his direction when he spoke to her. "And no—there was no enchantments needed. That's all me, baby girl."

"Just put some pants on!" Elvi called after him, remembering herself. It's not as though she could argue with him because she had looked and you know…wow.

Ignorantly, Elvi took a sip from her mug that she had completely intended on ignoring just to give herself something to do. Of course, she was in Sanguine's realm so this simple mug of mead was more potent than several glasses of the kind they had in Skyrim ;but dear dark lords did it taste good. She had drunk a quarter of it by the time Darius swaggered back over to her. He remained shirt and shoe-less, only his black leather pants concealing what was no longer left to the imagination.

"Ah, thank you my darling," Darius commented when he noticed the second mug of mead in her hands. He took it from her and in an impressive total of four gulps, he consumed the strong liquor and tossed the empty mug behind his back. "Let's go have fun now," he smirked.

Elvi looked to the golden liquid in her mug before following him. It's awkward because you are making it awkward! She told herself before forcing herself to move. It was just Darius; her companion and fellow Volkihar. The same man who willingly got naked for the entire inhabitants of the Misty Grove to witness. It was just who he was. She was sure Caine had seen him naked countless times as well. It was bound to come up at some point, she just didn't think she'd feel so compelled to…observe, was the right word? Maybe.

As promised, Darius led her to a field that occupied entirely by lavender. The scent was a little overpowering which made Elvi want to sneeze, but it was still pleasant. And obscenely beautiful. The darkened sky above was a deep royal purple combined with bright reds. A few stars could be seen among the hypnotizing colors and thanks to the small amount of liquor she had ingested, she was completely relaxed. This seemed more like a paradise than Oblivion. Sanguine must treat his true followers well. Which spoke volumes compared to the other Princes.

"Fancy a roll in the lavender?" Darius smirked, but Elvi ignored him. Something else had entered Elvi's mind that greatly disturbed her. Again, one of the first encounters that she experienced with the legendary womanizer. When they were forced to fight against each other and she had wounded him in his unbeknownst to her at the time, already heavily scarred area. To think—she had actually considered killing him when he was at her mercy. If she had, think of everything she'd have missed out on; the mere concept made her sad. Mindlessly, she placed her hand where she remembered injuring him in the past and was relieved to both see and feel the small amount of skin on his chest that wasn't burdened by a scar. His vampiric blood must have caused her wound to heal before it could scar over. Thank the gods; she didn't want to be responsible for a single one of them!

Elvi remembered herself and retracted her hand immediately from Darius' chest. She expected him to chuckle or say some vulgar line like 'Ha, I knew you wanted me!' but he was silent. The haunted look in his gold and red eyes was sobering. In a soft, sincere voice that surely didn't belong to Darius he…apologized?

"I'm sorry. Does seeing me like this bother you? I just didn't think of it because I get so comfortable around you," he explained. He quickly turned to no doubt gather up his undershirt and cuirass, but Elvi grabbed his shoulder before he could go further.

"No. I'm sorry, I don't mind at all. I just…well, do you remember that time we fought against each other? In the beginning; before all this madness escalated?"

"The night you put me on my ass you mean?" Darius asked and Elvi sighed in relief to see that smirk return to his charming face. "Yeah, I remember it well. I'm not under the delusion that women are incapable of fighting; but I'll be honest when I say I was pleasantly surprised that you conquered me so easily. As I told you, I've often boasted that the only woman I would willingly marry would be the first one to kick my ass. Hmph…to think that woman would also be so…"

He didn't finish his thought, instead he merely chuckled a low chuckle before walking further into the field. Elvi rolled her eyes as she always did but her lips curled into a smile regardless. How he could master the art of being crass yet charming at once had to be a gift given to him by either the Divines or the Princes. No one could quite make her smile as easily as Darius did. She followed his path and saw that he was pushing back a few rows of the long stemmed lavender with the push of a spell and once they had a nice clear little area to themselves, he flopped down and crossed his arms behind his head. Elvi took a seat next to him, but didn't lay back like he had.

"It really is amazing here, isn't it?" Darius sighed contently. "Just for a short while we don't have the worry of wars, or scrolls or needless vampire blood spilled. Just the calming atmosphere, all the liquor you could drink and the best of company."

His smile had replaced his smirk once more and the slight twinkle in his eyes made Elvi smile again. It was good to see him so happy. Especially since she had foolishly upset him but a moment ago without meaning too. Still, as Elvi swirled the remainder of mead in her mug before finishing it off, her curiosity got the better of her. As close as they were, she still felt like she didn't know him as well as she could have. He was literally willing to go to Oblivion and back for her (the more dastardly realms than their current one) the least she could do is learn more about him so that they really were more intimate than his casual friends.

"Darius?"

"Hm?" He inquired in a half grunt. His eyes were now closed which made him appear even more relaxed than she was.

"Why—why are you so…sensitive when it comes to your scars? Of course, I know the way you received them has to bring up awful memories but it seems to be more than that to you by the way you act."

"Bah, you've seen them have you not?" Darius asked in return. He opened one eye to look up at her playfully, but when he caught Elvi's serious expression he sighed in defeat. Normally that answer would suffice to most inquirers, but she was different. She also was one of the few people he was willing to give a genuine answer to, but the smirk proudly returned to his face despite his sincerity.

"They do remind me of an awful betrayal that I'd rather not dwell on. I gave my youth, my blood, sweat and tears for my fellow soldiers and I'd have remained loyal to them 'til the end. They proved to me in the harshest of ways that they didn't return the sentiment. As I've told you, I'm a loyal dog if a dog at all and I'd like to believe that my hard work and devotion won't always backfire on me the way it has in the past. I may have a good amount of hatred and anger that swells in my veins but I just…I dunno, I feel as though my purpose is to fight and defend you know? I don't want to taint my duty with the fear of being mistreated again, it wouldn't be giving my all if I held back to protect myself. And Darius doesn't do anything half-assed." He chuckled again more at himself for actually continuing his thought aloud because the truth should be kept under lock and key as it always been. But carrying all these thoughts for so long without voicing them became a heavy burden after so long. Elvi wanted to know and more so, he knew she would actually listen.

"And above all they are a wicked reminder to this glorified narcissist that he isn't quite as perfect as he thinks he is."

"You do realize that there is more to you than your appearance do you not?"

"Is there?" Darius chuckled. "You are one of the few women that seem to think so. When the package is this pretty-" he gestured lazily beginning from his face then flourishing down to his chest. "—no one cares what's inside."

"I care…" Elvi whispered. Elvi knew Darius thought highly of his own appearance, but surely he didn't think that was the only thing that gave him worth. The concept of it made her sad.

"I know you do," Darius replied while tilting his head back to look at her properly. "And to be fair, I haven't given many women the opportunity to investigate. I usually perform my disappearance act before they could get too curious. It's best that way."

"You've never—wait—you've never been in a romantic relationship before?"

"Never," Darius confirmed. "I've had some lovely, civil arrangements in the past. By that, I mean if certain ladies were around and wanted a hot night of passion; I politely gave it to them any time they so desired but it was always under those terms. Never did any commitment or anything aside from physical pleasure enter the mix."

"Not even in your mortal years?"

"Why so curious about my love life?" Darius smirked and turned to lay on his stomach so that they were forced to keep eye contact. She wished he hadn't done that. "If you want to be a part of it, all you need do is say so baby girl, you know that."

"We came here to talk, right? I realized that I didn't know as much about you as I'd like. If you'd rather not talk about it, that's fine."

"Well, to be honest, growing up as a soldier prevented me from having a normal relationship from the start. Never really tried after I became a vampire."

"…Growing up? How old were you when you were drafted?"

"Ten."

How nonchalantly Darius answered her made Elvi's jaw drop. Maybe she had misheard him. How could you be considered a man at the young age of ten? She knew little boys still playing in the streets that were that age. To think of them dressed in actual armor and bearing weapons deeply depressed her. She didn't think any child should have to go through the horrors of war that early in life. They weren't built for it that young.

"Ten? You were ten years old when you became a soldier?"

"That's right. I told you, back then they would recruit any able bodied man that was able to fight. If you were old enough to hold a weapon, you were old enough to be a soldier. We are Nords; a warrior race. Back in my time, we took that to an extremity. In fact, unlike now, if you were a true soldier, you were heralded and rejoiced any time you entered a town. I don't care what any man of this age says, no one remembers the concept of a true Nord. They only have a twisted and glorified version of what it used to be."

What was she supposed to say to that? Express her sorrow, console him? Talk about the injustices of the world…hundreds of years before she was even born? She didn't feel like she had room to say anything at all but she knew she was meant to.

"I knew you said you were a soldier at a young age, I just never realized it was that young."

"Don't get me wrong, I had my chances to leave but well…I had nowhere else to go. It was all I knew and I was fair at it. At the time of course…I also thought I had a family. And I swore to protect them; not so much our High King at the time but my fellow soldiers. I made an oath to myself every day that I would see as many of them safe as I could."

Elvi looked away from him because she had to. His tone continued to be so light-hearted even when speaking of his hardships and betrayal. She knew how loyal of a man he was, but to hear him state it with such ease spoke volumes itself. Despite what even he thought, Elvi had no doubt that if he were ever to devote himself to a woman—to put his all into the relationship (as he would say) said woman would be very, very lucky.

"All that time in one army and you never exceeded Auxiliary?" Elvi asked to distract her own thoughts.

"Hm? Oh no, when I was captured I was a Tribune. One of the reasons I was chosen to be tortured as the message to my men that they were serious. I think they meant to toss my bloodied and deformed corpse over our lines once they were done." Again it was fairly carefree the way he spoke. He really was a marvel Elvi couldn't wrap her head around. This was the reason that Elvi was always so intrigued by him. Any time the womanizer had a sincere moment was a beautiful thing that should be treasured and committed to her memory. The more he spoke, the more Elvi began to realize why he acted the way he did. And all she wanted was to dive deeper; to understand more.

"A Tribune? That hardly makes you just a soldier as you always claim Darius."

"Maybe," he shrugged. He picked one of the lavender stems and played with it in between his fingers while he was in thought. "It meant little to me, really. I refused the position of Legate when I was chosen for the role, but honestly I think I was honored simply for my unit's survival rate over any skills of my own. It was the best out of all the High King's army; only losing a dozen at the absolute most when in battle with whatever opposing army and less when it was simpler missions that only involved other squads or some kind of retrieval mission."

"How many men did you have under you?"

"I usually led a solid sixty; sometimes more. The only reason my unit survived most of its battles was because I took the time to ensure they were well-trained. I also accompanied them during every mission while some Tribunes would be more content plotting alone; safe in their tents. I was always there to see that most of them came home but unfortunately, I'm not all powerful. I've seen a lot of good men die before my eyes way too early in life. Some being friends I had known since my youth. I have a hard time forgiving my errors, but I take responsibility for them nonetheless."

"What do you mean by taking responsibility?" Elvi asked carefully, almost afraid to hear the answer. To think he led sixty people?! She thought she was pretty talented handling the Companions and they never had over twenty at best. Darius sighed and Elvi was a little shocked that despite the insane amount of liquor all around them that Darius managed to pull out a flask from his trouser pocket. He took a quick swig before exhaling deeply again.

"If a soldier that I was in command of perished, I'd find whatever records we had on them and if we were ever stationed in their home towns, I'd deliver the news to their families personally. Usually to deliver the deceased's sword and helmet to their spouse, so they had something tangible left of them. Have you ever watched someone's world crumble down around them? Witness someone so grief stricken they fall to their knees and all words escape them? Have a little girl tug on your pant leg and ask you why their mother is crying while looking up at you with innocent eyes? Maybe…maybe I am missing out on something you know? Maybe the love of a woman really is as precious as everyone claims it to be. But there is a negative side that no one considers. I've seen love destroy. With my entire life being devoted to the army, I wasn't a fool. I too could share that awful fate any day I opened my eyes. I didn't want to leave behind that kind of heartache. No one deserves that. I'd rather spend every night alone than be loved; than be needed. Even as we are, death could still claim us. I may have a rather astounding list of lovers but I can safely say that not a single one of them actually loved me. It can probably seem cold, but I'm doing them a favor in the end. Besides, this pretty package is better left unopened anyway. The deceptive wrapping inclines that something of equal value resides inside. They would find disappointment once they realized I really am nothing but a bastard."

"I think…for someone who claims that their heart is black and worthless…you sure put it to good use. Not everything of worth is always pretty," Elvi said after she had the time to wrap her head around Darius' words. The numbing feeling that swept through her body wasn't helping. At this point she wanted another drink so that her lips could become numb as well. It was one of her favored sensations when drinking and what let her know she should hold back after that point. But one more wouldn't hurt her, despite how insanely potent the drinks here were.

"True, but how good it is to be," Darius smirked as he ran his hand through his hair. Elvi shut her eyes and smiled. Deciding that they had had enough talk of unpleasant things. It seemed they were forced to do so when they spoke often and the least they could do, now that they were locked in another realm, is put all that junk to the side. Darius was right in a way; none of that bad stuff could reach them here. And with time basically standing still until she returned, what could be the worst that happened?

"Fair point I guess," Elvi sighed in defeat which made Darius light up with joy.

"Aha! You admitted it again! You know I am devilishly handsome and smart, and brave and sooo strong," Darius smirked which was kinda nice for him to seem influenced by the alcohol again.

"Yeah, yeah, shouldn't you be chatting up one of those unaware women back at the little gathering we saw? To think you've been in the Misty Grove about an hour now and haven't slept with a single maiden. You shame yourself," Elvi smirked back and Darius shrugged.

"Bah, I'll get to 'em, I'll get to 'em. Quality time with baby girl is always number one on the list Elvi, you know that."

"It's appreciated. I'm sure you've noticed, but I'm not exactly the best at making new friends," Elvi admitted with a sigh.

"I don't see why, you're quite lovely."

"Thanks, but I guess I'm always over thinking everything. You know, trying to figure out what to say, how to act, how to dress; all that good stuff."

"Say whatever comes to mind, do as you please and wear whatever you damn well desire. That's what I do after all, I don't see why anyone else wouldn't be permitted the same choices."

"Well yeah, it's easy for you," Elvi mumbled, greatly desiring that second drink again so she casually snatched Darius' flask from his hand and drunk down what was left. Mmm, wine this time. Tasty too. Darius didn't seem to mind but his brow was raised in curiosity.

"What's that supposed to mean?" That you are absolutely perfect in every way…bastard. Elvi commented in her head, but the only response Darius got was a shrug. Somehow, even when he was being vulgar or rude everything he said came out right and being shirt and shoe-less didn't change how gorgeous he was. Of course he had dozens of admirers everywhere he went, he didn't even have to try to get them to adore him. Elvi on the other hand complemented one of the highest vampires in their community by saying she liked his trousers and often wondered how she could slip in the discussion of decapitation in civil conversation. At least she would know what to say on the matter if so. The rest-well…the rest was just little issues she had always had. She didn't really look like a woman when she was strapped to the teeth with weapons and armor. Back when she wore heavy armor all the time she was assumed to be a man from behind. What with all the 'sir's' she had called to her as she was leaving a town which would always take her a minute to reply, but near the end of her savior career she found herself turning just in case they were addressing her.

"You're a man. Less is expected of you in such regards," Elvi settled for instead of the complete truth. Elvi had a habit of being blunt too and she came off mean when she did so where Darius somehow always seemed charming.

"Not you too," Darius frowned which made Elvi shoot him a quick quizzical look. "It's true that even I have my insecurities but so many women are burdened with ones that aren't even relevant. I hate how insecure so many women are. At least, my insecurities are feasible, you lot are way too hard on yourselves. It's rather disheartening. There are very few women that I've seen that weren't beautiful—sadly and because the Divines like to taunt me, most of them have been members of our clan but despite that, the fact remains that most of your worries are meaningless to any decent man."

"What do you mean…?

"I've been around a long time babe," Darius smiled "I've seen many faces and many bodies during my life. Contrary to popular belief I do often talk to my lovers before seeing them to bliss. I've heard it all. 'I'm fat! My eyebrows are too thick! My eyes are too close together! My thighs touch when I walk! My breasts are too big which is re-god-damn-diculous by the way, who in Oblivion complains about that?" Darius broke from his high-pitched imitation of a female voice as he listed off the complaints back to his usual suave and deep one which had Elvi cracking up. So much so, she had to cover her mouth to stifle her chuckles.

"My breasts are too small. My breasts are uneven. My teeth aren't straight. I'm fat I get that one a lot. I cut my hair too short. My feet are too big. My skin is splotchy. My lips are too thin. My fucking arm hair is too dark, I mean come on! Have you ever heard such nonsense? I never even notice half of this shit and even if I do, it never prevents me from seeing their beauty. Some of the smaller breasted women I've slept with still had long slender legs and beautiful eyes. I've also even seen hand maidens more beautiful than the queens and princess' they are serving when they are wearing patched up dresses and cheap leather shoes. A few flaws doesn't make someone unattractive. Like I said, I find the beauty in all women unless they just so happen to have many flaws on top of ugly behavior do I find someone unappealing. I'd rather lock lips with a heavier lass then even glance at a snobby, entitled bitch," Darius explained and Elvi wanted to…punch him in his perfect face.

"You really feel that way?" Elvi asked a little in disbelief. For someone who valued beauty highly for himself, Darius didn't seem to hold any one else to the same standard.

"Of course. Why do you think I bed so many women; boredom? I love ladies and I love making them feel good in whatever way I can. Be it by assuring them that no one in Oblivion cares about the shade of their arm hair or by of course making them scream in pleasure. Mmm…I do love it so, Elvi. Every woman is a little different and it's positively thrilling finding out the combination to bring them the most pleasure each time I take on a new lover. Sex is so captivating, you know? Everything else in existence fades into the background and all that matters is pleasing your partner the best way you know how. I take a lot of pride in leaving my lovers knowing that no man after me will compare. I am very confident in that." He looked back over to her and smirked, but returned his sight to the sky above and Elvi again wished she had a drink in her hand so she could have something to do aside from gawking at him. He was just full of surprises today.

This was nothing out of the ordinary, Darius always flirted with her. Somehow now that they were alone it seemed more…personal? Not that it was, the man just stated he found practically every woman he met attractive, therefore he would sleep with any of them. She wasn't anything special and it's not like he was actually trying to sleep with her, he was just being his suggestive self. Only, the more they talked the more comfortable she got; that tension that always circulated around them seemed to be gripping at her more than usual. Elvi deeply regretted drinking her one and only potent drink because her head was taking her places she didn't want it to go. Now that she had seen everything Darius had to show…it was much easier to imagine him in those passionate occurrences.

"One last question Darius, why did you refuse becoming a Legate when you had the chance?" Elvi asked to turn the topic to a different area. She remembered that she was in a place where the lord of debauchery reigned and she wouldn't put it past Sanguine to force all these…thoughts into her head. Darius was her closest friend and one that hadn't royally betrayed her or hurt her before. They almost mucked that up before with her first drunken, angry slip. She didn't want to risk straining their relationship just because her thoughts kept returning to…seeing him earlier. When Darius answered his tone concerned her greatly.

"I have my reasons." As grim and horrible as his last answers were, Elvi could only assume his reasoning for refraining made this particular answer all the more disturbing. She wouldn't pry, but she couldn't resist trying to find the answer for herself. Darius seemed to be such a straight forward man on the outside, but somehow Elvi knew there was much more complexity to him then the ladies' man he displayed for the world to see. She already knew he despised his emotions as deeply as she despised her own and from the continued frown on his face and tightened jaw she couldn't help but feel guilty again. Some friend you are, Elvi…bring the man down again and again why don't you?

"Hey, let's go get more drinks and explore," Elvi offered in a chipper voice as she playfully slapped his arm. "I never got a good look around the first time I was here, who knows what else this place has in store for us."

"I like exploring!" Darius said in an overly enthused voice, no doubt to mock her previous attempt to lighten the mood so she rolled her eyes and hit him again. Much harder this time.

From there, things got a little more comfortable. After mugs two and three, Elvi could safely say she was relaxed which made her care a little less about how they behaved around each other. She knew she wouldn't let anything go too far again so there was no need to analyze every move he or herself made. And how could she let herself worry? Everywhere they roamed was breathtaking. Some things a little odd…like the random huge beds they would find placed in the middle of fields or under trees. Elvi was lost in a more upbeat conversation with Darius when she stopped mid-sentence and her jaw hit the ground.

There were four trees by them, two to their left and two on their right, each filled with bright red roses growing among the leaves on the tree tops. The wood of the trees was ivory and though this creation wasn't natural, Elvi adored it. She mindlessly (and only the tiniest bit drunkenly) walked forward and below them was an entire field of roses, varying from bright reds to deeper toned ones. The scent somehow wasn't overpowering but inviting. Almost hypnotizing. She walked deeper into the field, ignoring the other large bed that was placed under the right side's duo of trees and grabbing Darius by the wrist and dragging him along with her. She smiled like a fool when she saw the river of light pink water flowing down the valley and it seemed to glisten and sparkle as if it harbored precious gems in its depths. Screw Coldharbour, could she just rest here when she died?

"Now in fear of damaging my undoubtful manliness, I'll admits this place is very bewtiful. Though it does smell girly," Darius said as he plopped down by the river, pulling Elvi with him. Once she was seated, Elvi chuckled. Seemed his drunken and slurred words were back.

"Sanguine has a thing for roses," Elvi remembered. "Also, undoubtful isn't a word."

"So? Back to my point earlier, ya don't know the right word to say, just make one up and throw it out there. I'll have you know I've won women over with words like glorgeous and sexified," Darius smirked.

"Glorgeous?"

"Yup: gloriously gorgeous. Few have fit that word but it has very successful I assure you. You are quite glorgeous though milady if you didn't know already. If you had gotten to know me the way I wanted you to, I'd have happily whispered it into your ear the very night we met. Oh, and on that note-" he moved closer to her to casually whisper into her ear as he was previously stated. "—I'd have had you screaming much louder that night as well."

Elvi concentrated hard to keep herself from shuddering but when he pulled back to face her he brought with him one of the roses from the field and playfully tucked it behind the same ear he had just whispered into and Elvi knew her face had to be the same shade as the rose but she blamed it on the alcohol. Or at least she would if he addressed it. What the hell was she supposed to say to that?

"Darius, you really need to stop jesting. You know I love Harkon."

"I never jest when it comes to pleasing a woman, Elvi Erissen," Darius said so positively offended. "And yes, yes I know. I just don't see why that means I can't keep you satisfied when he isn't around. It's a crime to let such a glorgeous woman go a single night without passion. It's in the rule book Elvi, don't blame me for being a gentlemen."

He outstretched his arms innocently and Elvi rolled her eyes and shook her head. He was just too…well, she didn't know the word to describe it but whatever it was prevented her from being angry at his gestures and enticing words. So she decided to go a different route.

"Yes, but roses placed delicately behind a lady's ear? I knew you were quite the fast talker, Darius, but I didn't know you were so romantic."

"I am not, how dare you!" Darius gasped, but that charming smirk returned to his face the moment he finished speaking. Elvi touched his hand to say another smart remark but the second she did…the strangest occurrence happened. She was flooded with a series of vulgar and intimate images of herself and Darius in her minds eyes. His body atop of hers, her fangs dug into his shoulder as he let out a deep low growl of approval. The images changed rapidly and Elvi felt the imaginary hands on her and her arousal spiked beyond anything she had every felt before. It physically hurt her and she felt the only way her ache could be relieved would be to…

Then the very last image that entered her mind was only a pair of charcoal lips and pearly sharp teeth exuding a humored chuckle she knew all too well. Dammit…she knew he was toying with her! Darius tilted his head and looked at her with worry when she had stared into space after barely grazing his skin.

"You okay ever girl? He asked and Elvi blinked at him for a second then withdrew her hand. Just looking at him now seemed to make her mind willingly go back to those images, but more so the ones she had actually experienced and a fear took over Elvi's heart. She found herself standing suddenly with the need to get as far away from him as possible.

"I um, yeah I just—Sanguine's probably still waiting for me. Don't wanna keep the lord of the realm waiting." Yeah…that sounded so nonchalant with her quick and stammered words.

"Oh, I forgot. Want me to teleport you back to the party area? We've been walking for a while now, might be quicker for you," Darius suggested. The moment he stood, her vision of him returned to his disrobed and completely naked self and Elvi looked away from him. Stop that!

"No, it's fine, I like running; I'll run. Running is good." Another completely normal thing to say.

"Suit yourself I guess," Darius shrugged. She hoped he just assumed her to be drunk, which she probably was. She hated herself for not dashing off right away but…

"Wait—what did you call me?" She couldn't recall if he had ever called her that ago. He had a small, sincere smile but those glowing eyes found the ground in an almost innocent way. An innocence that was so unlike him but something she had witnessed in her presence a handful of times before this one. The tension was back but instead of it sparking her lust further it hit her somewhere else entirely.

"Ever girl. It's my new pet name for you. I liked baby girl but I've used it before on different women and I no longer wanted it affiliated with you as well. I chose ever girl because I will ever be by your side, Elvi. Be it in battle or otherwise. And no, I'm not speaking of sex. I mean in literally anyway you need me. I swore my loyalty to you and unfortunately it's all I have to give. So I will commit to that vow in every way I can. If you wanted to return to Sanguine and tell him to send you back to Skyrim I would go to the Soul Cairn and get the job done in your stead. I will not fail you, Elvi. If my final breath was used in placing the scroll in your hands, so be it so long as I did what you asked of me. I want to be that consistency you deserve, Elvi. You can doubt my intentions or question my lust all you will. But never question my loyalty."

Innocent eyes underneath thick golden brows and rose petals wafting in the breeze made Elvi forget to breathe for a couple uninterrupted minutes. The setting and perfect man saying such perfect words made it all seem unreal. It was too beautiful to be. For about the twelfth time since she arrived, Elvi didn't know what to say. She sighed and looked him up and down again only this time she saw him for what he was and not a changed version of him. It seemed more appealing than anything else she had seen this night, but for what purpose she couldn't tell anymore.

"Wait here…I'll be back. Promise," Elvi replied and Darius smiled and nodded. After he made his way back to the stream of ever flowing pink water, Elvi bolted in the direction she thought Sanguine would be. If the alcohol had provided her anything it was the ability to run at top speed without the need to stop for a second. Yet it didn't seem she could run fast enough for the thoughts to cease. Elvi didn't know how many more battles she could win with her mind after all the episodes she had to endure. She had to run out of that legendary strength at some point and you could almost count the seconds until she lost what was left of her sanity.

When she found Sanguine, he was sitting off in the little lounging area near all the party tables and kegs. He was sitting by his lonesome, stretched out leisurely on a long cushioned bench with his arms crossed behind his head and eyes shut peacefully. Elvi was surprised that he was still hidden behind his human form and not his true self now that he was 'home'.

"Hello, delicate Dovah. I was wondering when you'd come find me." He opened one of his eyes so that she could see his smoky grey iris that already seemed to entrance her. "Hm, you look a little flustered, Elvi. Something got you all…hot and bothered?" Sanguine smirked and he kicked his legs forward and sat up properly.

"I don't care for your sense of humor, Sanguine," Elvi said in irritation and sat next to him without invitation. She still had to be careful. Were Sanguine's mood to change, she'd be in a world of trouble and probably one of the few people in history who was bold enough to be snarky to a Daedric Prince.

"Aw, come on, don't be that way. I just thought I'd show you all the things your mind had been wondering and you're quite welcome for it my dear," Sanguine grinned and Elvi wanted with everything in her to argue with him but knew it would do her no good. So instead, she did as she always did in a spot and shifted the conversation completely.

"I see your still wearing your meat-suit, Sanguine. If we're going to continue these pleasantries; I'd rather do so seeing you as you are and not what you disguise yourself to be." She knew it was still bold but it was the truth. Seeing the Daedra instead of the handsome warrior would surely help her keep her wits; remind her who she is dealing with. Instead of upsetting him, Sanguine seemed more and more amused by her behavior. If Elvi could guess, even the Princes got bored and being unchallenged for so long must get a little dull. Elvi knew that her darker nature craved danger and challenges so therefore being made almost purely of darkness must desire the same. Or she was an idiot that would get blown to bits by a Princes mind for being too cheeky. That was an option too.

"Ha, I knew you missed my pretty face! Very well Elvi, I'll indulge," Sanguine chuckled and once Elvi blinked, he was in his true form. Elvi scooted away from him a bit in shock because the first time she had witnessed him, he was wearing bulky Daedric armor that hid mostly everything from her except his face. Now he was both shirt and shoe-less as Darius was and Elvi got full view of his entirety. His was sculpted to perfection, both muscular but lean and lithe. His both masculine and feminine features reminded Elvi that the Prince's did not have a gender unless they specifically chose it for the instance. His skin was a dark charcoal color but designed in blood red with intricate designs on both his chest and face. Underneath his pure black eyes was horizontal lines that stopped just before they reached his cheeks. His lips and thick shoulder length hair was also black, but the red on his chest and face seemed to drawl all of Elvi's attention. The lines on his chest seemed to deliberately lead the eye to his torso and much, much lower as it went but it was somehow…beautiful instead of vulgar. The most noteworthy part of Sanguine was his long, black and gold horns on his forehead which were surrounded by three smaller horns at the base. No doubt this perk signified him as royal and superior to the rest of his kind because Elvi never battled a Demora Lord that looked as he did, though from what Elvi knew, Sanguine looked more like the Daedra that could enter Tamriel than his fellow princes. But to compare them seemed wicked. Sanguine looked both elegant and threatening at once. Elvi didn't know if she should touch him…or run away.

"Satisfied, disciple?" His very voice seemed deeper and sultrier now. Elvi made a mistake…she couldn't even look away from him. Daedra weren't beautiful; they were evil, vile creatures but even in this form Elvi knew her previous thoughts of him were certain. He could seduce any creature, under any sun or sky with the barely an ounce of effort. Say…something…Elvi!

"I'm not your disciple. I belong to Molag Bal remember," Elvi said as firmly as she could but it was probably difficult to take her seriously when her eyes continuously followed every line on his body. Sanguine's laugh was sinful and utterly enthused. As if he was just hoping she would make that statement again. He filled the space between them and playfully batted at her golden hair as if it was his own personal toy.

"Oh Elvi, my precious darling…you are so beautiful when you lie," He purred and Elvi refused to look into his midnight eyes because she knew she would be at his full mercy were she to. Oh gods, what had she gotten herself into? "You've been in my service since you were about twelve years old. You know…I do reign over debauchery and lust but so many of you mortals forget what all my realm involves. I am the Lord of all dark indulges. Every sin, every thrill once it's taken to a glutton extremity it draws my attention. You remember that night all those wicked bandits came to your mother's house? You girls all alone and defenseless. But what did little Elvi do? She grabbed her forgotten father's bow and destroyed them before they could reach you. That forbidden thrill you felt after that first kill only escalated didn't it? So much so it made you chase after the last bandit that fled the scene barefoot in the snow. You could have let him go but you wanted to feel that power again. From that moment forward you were in my service anytime you let that dark desire take hold of you. Even as Hircine's race. You do remember that night, don't you Elvi? Your young mind didn't block it from your memory did it? I sure remember…the second I got a vision into your mind I knew how special you really were."

Elvi blinked at him and wanted to move away from him again but his slender arm resting on the back of the bench while gently grasping her shoulder prevented it. She did remember what Sanguine was talking about but she…she had forgotten it until he mentioned it. She was so ashamed at her ruthless way of handling that threat, she didn't even tell her drunkard of a mother. Yet he knew. He probably knew every dark thought that ever entered her mind and could easily use it against her. Just how long would she be forced to be a part of his game? And why was she caring less and less by the second?

"You've always been mine, Elvi. You can bet that once you do perish from the mortal realm…I will very much be a part of the battle over your soul." Well…what a lovely thought.

"Your realm…what makes you reign over certain areas? Why were all of The Princes chosen over the rest of your kind…what made you Lord over these fields?" Elvi found herself asking. It was something she had always wanted to know and she was sitting down with one of the Princes…who better to ask? Elvi was brought back to sobering reality when Sanguine grimly stated a response she didn't expect.

"We ponder our existence in the same ways as you do."

Damn, Elvi thought them to be all knowing beings that helped sculpt the world for better or for worse. If they were still left with questions…who knew who or what was actually running the show.

"Sanguine…why am I here? The true reason."

"I've already told you why, Elvi. You really must listen when teacher is speaking," Sanguine winked and Elvi calmed her frustration but it came out desperate anyway.

"Please…I know you, Sanguine. Nothing is as it seems with you."

"Hm, how rude these accusations are!" Sanguine said touching his chest as if hurt. When Elvi stared at him in a pleading way he sighed and rolled his eyes but a very wicked smile shined on his lips.

"You just couldn't let it run its course, could you? Very well, gig is up. I'll admit my little dragon, there is a condition for me to fulfill your requests."

"What is it? I can't linger here long, my lord, there is so much to be done-"

She couldn't finish her sentence because Sanguine forcibly grabbed her by the back of her head and brought his lips to hers. The kiss was quick but punishing and rough but so full of passion all of Elvi's body began to shake uncontrollably. When he retracted he chuckled at Elvi's dumbfounded expression and wiped her lips with his thumb.

"I told you to call me Sanguine, love. My next punishment will be much more severe so I'd behave," the lord of debauchery instructed and Elvi stayed frozen; staring at him in disbelief with the same wide eyed expression and arms held up at her sides in confusion. Did that really just happen? Oh gods he didn't want her to…

"Hm? Oh no, not what I had in mind but you're welcome to if you'd like. You're on the right track however," Sanguine commented because Elvi assumed he had read her fucking mind! She might as well constantly say whatever it was she was thinking. Her thoughts never seemed private anymore!

"No, I have another venture in mind. Instead, if you wish for me to send you to the Soul Cairn as you requested you must do one thing and one thing only. Take your handsome, conceited companion and give him a night he will never forget."

Elvi forced herself to her feet this time, breaking Sanguine's hold on her, no longer caring if it would upset him. Wait, no, that was in no way discussed!

"You want me to sleep with Darius?!"

"Oh innocent dragonborn, you know full and well no sleeping will be involved," Sanguine smirked and when he stood, Elvi was reminded that he was now a good three feet taller than her. Much…much more intimidating when he stood.

"I can't do that I-"

"Sure you can, all your endeavors with the dread lord has given you enough experience. Besides, you act as though I don't know you, Elvi. You can lie to Harkon and you can lie to yourself all you want, but you can't fool me. I know what secret lusts lurk in your darkened heart, you naughty thing you. Not that I blame you of course! You're in a safe place, Elvi. You won't find any judgment here. I'm merely giving you a chance to see that particular desire satisfied," Sanguine winked. "You're welcome, lovely. I am just far too generous with all my chosen, what can I say."

"Sanguine…" She tried to calm herself but this was not as light of a situation as Sanguine was implying. Not even in the slightest. How could she defend it?! Yeah okay…she had thought about it before and hell, almost saw it come to life herself but that didn't mean she wanted to Divinedammit! "I am in a commitment with Harkon. A commitment that forbids such things. Even if I did want to, I can't. It's against everything I believe in. I love Harkon, I wouldn't betray him like that."

"You almost did, Miss prude," Sanguine chuckled as he sauntered to what looked like a large water basin. "Oh you had me on the edge of my seat you know? Finally I thought. The lust between you two drives me insane. And then…" he sighed deeply and shook his head. "Lackluster to say the least. Yes, your feelings for the noble Companion is so…cliché. Vanilla. Oh, the proud heroine falls for her childhood, stubborn but loving crush. Read that story thousands of times. But with Darius…mmm. The womanizer that could have any woman he laid his eyes on save the one he wants most. You have him quite torn to pieces Miss Erissen you know that? The narcissist doesn't know what to do with himself."

She did? What did that mean? She didn't intend to disturb Darius in any way. They hadn't done that much to damage their friendship already had they? Was it always going to come back to this?

"Yes and the only way to make amends for that mistake is to never repeat it. I want to do right by Harkon. When Darius and I had our slip I didn't even know if Harkon loved me or not. Now that I know, no lust or desire would make me want to betray him again."

"What makes you think that kind of loyalty is intended in your relationship?" Sanguine asked with the tilt of his head as he slightly leaned on the water basin. "Has it ever been discussed?"

"Well no…not exactly, but it's a pretty common understanding when you are in love."

"Then how do you know he's not taking his lust elsewhere as well?"

"I don't know but I trust him. Serana said he was always loyal to her mother, I see no reason that he would be any different with me."

Sanguine didn't answer with his words but instead curled his finger in a beckoning fashion. Those solid black eyes were alive with mischief and though she was leery, she obeyed and walked over to him. Once Elvi was on the other side of the water basin, Sanguine flourished his hand over the water basin and Elvi furrowed her brows but looked down at the water which was now forming an image for her to see. Elvi's eyebrows retreated to her forehead and her jaw dropped. The scene she saw unfolding before her eyes shocked her beyond rolls. Crawling onto Harkon's lap was an attractive brunette…that Elvi had never seen before. Who is she?! Elvi couldn't hear what they were saying to each other but she saw the mirth shining in her eyes and she ran her hands all up and down Harkon's chest.

Elvi could practically feel her heart freezing over. When she had left him they weren't exactly on the best of terms and he did say that there would be consequences to her actions…but…she didn't think he'd do something like this. Then again, it's what she had done when she was inexplicably angry at him. Had she been…replace or was this just some woman to get back at her with? Elvi wished more than anything she could hear what he was saying but next thing she knew the unknown vampire in his lap was leaning down on him to kiss his lips and when they almost touched, Elvi turned her back on the basin and clenched her chest. Her heart went from being frozen solid to catching on fire to where it physically hurt her. Tears swelled in her eyes and though it wasn't necessary for her to breathe, she struggled to catch her breath. She didn't understand. She sincerely never saw something like this coming. It seemed so unlike him but what did she know anyhow? He admitted he knew nothing of relationships and somewhere in the vampire lord's mind he probably still thought she was fucking Darius or something. Since they left together maybe he just assumed they were and wanted to get some vengeance? She didn't know, she couldn't think.

Sanguine looked down at the water basin and raised an eyebrow when he saw Harkon launch the harlot in his lap across the room and begin to illiterate his threats. Well…that was unexpected. He quickly waved his hand over the water so that it would return to it's original state before Elvi turned back around. Her tear filled eyes found his and he pouted his lip at her in sympathy.

"Oh darling, it's okay. Take this as a learning experience! You're free to love who you wish but this whole 'commitment' thing is a human concept. You're not created to be intimate with just one being, it's just against nature. And think about it Elvi, you've fucked what, two gents? And you're how old? Add the endless years of eternity to one of the two men and it's just ridiculous. You have a man whose beauty has literally been immortalized with a statue crafted by one of his past lovers. One that is currently argued that the man in the sculpture is in fact a Divine after the centuries it has stood without explanation of it's creative source. A man like that desires you and you give him the cold shoulder? What's he got to do, almost die for you? Oh wait—nope he's done that. Pledge his loyalty to you? Do everything you've ever asked of him? That's right, he's done all that too. Shame on you, Elvi. The least you could do is suck him off after the whole werewolf incident," Sanguine scolded vulgarly though Elvi was only half listening. What had she done? Was this—this feeling really what Harkon would have felt if he ever found out the truth? Was everything between them just destined to fail? Were they fools for trying…?

"Darius is my friend…if we did reach that level of intimacy, everything between us would be shattered," Elvi explained halfheartedly. Her mind was elsewhere and she didn't want to really do anything. Not move, not sit down, drink another drink, sleep…she just felt like standing there in her disbelief until reality somehow warped around her. A reality that didn't hold this madness anymore. If she had to be a different person with another face or life that would be fine. She just didn't know how to be Elvi anymore. She didn't want to make these choices that led to destruction of everything around her.

"Do you really believe for a second that Darius would abandon you once his lust was sated? After everything he shared with you moments ago?"

"No…" It was the truth. She always knew Darius would be there for her. He was the best companion anyone could hope for. "…But that doesn't mean the relationship wouldn't change."

"And that's the real fear behind it, isn't it?"

Elvi looked up to see Sanguine standing only inches away from her and she had to strain her neck just to look at him properly.

"All these senseless emotions where they don't belong. He wants you, you want him. Leave it at that. You're afraid you're going to fall for him as if it would be some horrible fate if you did. You have one of the most attractive men in all of Tamriel, dipped in honey and laying on a bed of roses waiting for you. Do you really want to give him idle banter or would you rather give him what you both crave? And how he lusts of you, Elvi…I have power over that particular sensation and I doubt even I could ignite it further."

"It would be a horrible fate!" Elvi shouted forgetting herself. The very power of her voice thanks to her thuum made the green grass beneath her feet sway and the ground to tremble. "I am happy with Harkon. I love him. Darius may care for me and he may remain loyal to me but he could never love me. It would be another case of Elvi falling for the gorgeous men that could never return the feeling to her until it's too late. I've been down this painful broken road before and yeah, maybe Harkon is flawed and maybe my love for him will be my doom but at least he's proven to me that he loves me in return. I don't have it in me to withstand another heartbreak. I would be more a monster than Harkon ever was if I did."

Elvi felt the tears return to her eyes but she kept her face fierce. Elvi scared herself when she did lose control and if her heart did in fact shatter as she always predicted it would, Tamriel would know a real beast. Harkon was vicious, ruthless and cruel…but she would go even where Harkon wouldn't. Cross every line, break every boundary until there wasn't even a shred of light in her anymore. She was told to let go and unleash yet the reason she didn't is because she feared what she would actually do if she lost that control. Dark Elvi rarely recognized friends. Only enemies and victims fell into her sight. Sanguine sighed and even went so far as to push his hair back.

"You both are such damned fools," he muttered in frustration as he turned to walk away from her.

"Why do you concern yourself with this anyway? What do you get out of this?" Elvi snapped.

"Because it's a fucking tragedy!" Sanguine shouted with more force but that's not what kept Elvi quiet. It was seeing the sincerity on his face. "You look at him…and you see the very stars you wished upon when you asked for peace, protection and honesty. And he looks at you and he sees the reason he didn't become obsessed with vengeance or blood-lust. He sees a woman as perfect but just as damaged as he is. Then, instead of basking in it…you both avert your eyes to the ground, thinking that's where the others sight was the entire time."

Sanguine's oddly poetic words made a tear fall from both of Elvi's eyes, though she didn't blink and remained still. All it provided for her was more confusion. She was starting to feel numb. Nothing seemed to fit or make sense anymore. She gave up trying.

"Besides, I like giving people what they want," the trickster Prince smirked. "It's kind of my thing."

"This isn't what I want," Elvi argued. She felt the heat of his breath on the back of her neck before realizing that Sanguine now stood behind her. A harsh chill crept up her spine when he whispered one word into her ear.

"Liar."

He chuckled and the memory of his ferocious kiss reentered her mind so she shivered again. The biggest mistake of all had been seeking his help to begin with. She should have known he'd pull something like this.

"If you recall darkling, you swore to do anything I asked of you. Your words, not mine. This is what I want. You can comfort yourself and say the big bad Daedra made you do it and I'll even graciously block those intimate memories from ever being read by Harkon for you. Or you can sit around and sulk, imagine your lover with that little tart and eventually let nature run it's course because I promise you love, I've got all the patience and time in the world. If you want to reach your destination, you know my terms. Have your wild and wicked way with the object of your lust then you can be on your way. Otherwise…enjoy the party."

Elvi turned, but he was gone. Leaving her alone with her thoughts. Was he right…would it just have happened anyway? She'd like to think otherwise but with how happy she was earlier and how sweet Darius was acting; if that kept up for days…weeks…or even longer, would she resist? Was Harkon through with her now, was he so angry he wanted to hurt her in such a way? She was in a different plane if reality so whatever happened in the Misty Grove could stay in the Misty grove. Or could it? She didn't know what to do or how to feel but Sanguine wasn't going to budge. She had nothing else to offer him to change his mind and Darius was waiting for her still. The only thing that kept entering her mind was just how much…she didn't want to be Elvi anymore. No matter what choice she made someone was getting betrayed or hurt. That's all she seemed to do with the people she cared about now.

An: Trickster Prince indeed. Firstly, I want to apologize for any errors you may have found I looked this over in a hurry because it took so long to get up. A lot is going on in my life and unfortunately that may mean I will be left without internet for a while. I can't afford to pay for much anymore and sadly internet is considered a luxury and not a necessity. Anyway, please go check out my profile page to cast your vote on the poll I have going. I have an idea in mind but I want to see what you lovely readers think of the situation. As do I on this current chapter. I know the Helvi fans took another strong blow but maybe some of you are happy about the situation? Maybe more upset? Let me know, as you know I value everyone's opinion. And on the glimpses you saw of Darius' past. Should Elvi do as Sanguine ordered or could she possibly find another way out of it. Next chapter is back with the Companions when I am able to get it up. As always thank you to everyone reading, following and reviewing this story. You guys keep me strong.