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As messy blonde hair ripples through the air, blood-soaked hands grip her staff, and forbidden words leave the half-elves lips. Marcille sees her . The cells are still multiplying, the flesh taking feminine shape, but it's her.
Falin.
Her Falin.
Marcille brought back the woman she loves from the dead.
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That was a few days ago.
Now that the parties main objective has been reached, everyone has been taking much needed R&R on the 6th floor of the Dungeon. Senshi has been cooking, Laios eating said cooking, Chilchuck wanted some alone time and. . .
Falin.
Sweet Falin.
With her eyes half-lidden, she listened to Marcille rant and rave about the crazy journey she just embarked to save her. All those crazy monsters they has to eat to survive, and the few times she died.
Falin listens to everything with a kind, understanding smile on her lips, not interrupting just accepting Marcilles theatrical perspective. Gently encouraging her best friend to continue the tale. The elven mage can't help but blush as she tries to make the story more interesting, maybe even twist the truth in some areas to hear a "Woah!" or "Marcille you're amazing!"
Anything to see her smile at me
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At night, Marcille wanders out her quarters. Everyone else asleep, the half-elf goes to splash water on her pale face, splash away those thoughts.
Why hasn't she thanked me for saving her? Why isn't Falin throwing herself at me? Why isn't Falin saying she loves me?
Splash, Splash, Splash.The cold water hits her face three times. Her fingers grip the sink, cracks forming on the marble. When did Marcille turn so dark? Is this a consequence of using forbidden magic?
Falin is yours, she belongs to you now
Shut up! SHUT UP!!!!
Marcille saved Falin because she cares and loves that Tallmen, not because she was wanting something in return.
Right...?
Marcille has never felt so dirty in all her years.
"Marcille?"
The blonde half elf jumps slightly, Falins delicate hands holding onto Marcilles shoulders, knowing she accidentally gave the half-elf a scare, she comforts the shorter woman.
I wish she'd hold me in other ways too..
"S-Sorry, I had a nightmare and came to clear my head...it's those damn monsters Laois made me eat! Y'know one time he caught these flies that looked like jewlery-"
"Marcille, please, tell me what's really wrong."
Gentle yet firm, Falin cuts through the Elf's bullshit. That's something Marcille loves about her.
A sigh leaves her lips, the blonde nervously averts her emerald eyes to a nearby pond surface on the dungeon floor. Even the water bed mirrors how heavily her cheeks have burned up.
"F..Falin, the truth is, t-truth is.."
Marcille never stutters, she's confident in her craft, speaks her mind, bosses her companions. And yet, when in the presence of this woman, she turns into a shy schoolgirl.
"I love you."
...
A beat passes. Falins eyes open wide, letting Marcille peak at those beautiful amber orbs carefully hidden from the world.
A flush of pink dusts the Tallmens face, Falins body language is nervous as she speaks, treading on eggshells. An inner conflict within that beautiful body.
"I-...Marcille, I'm engaged to Shuro."
What.
Marcille blinks once, twice, thrice.
Was it all for nothing? Marcille could get a life imprisonment for using forbidden magic to resurrect the dead. Even Falin has an inkling of awareness on how much risk Marcille has sinked into her.
All for Love.
"B-But you don't Love him! You only said you'd consider it! I thought you were too shy to say no!"
Marcilles body language is slightly aggressive, as if her long blonde hair as turned into spikes. She can't hide the negative feelings Falins response has invoked within her subconscious. The stress of the dungeon adventure and the dread of punishment arent helping the mages emotional reactions.
"I-I know but i-"
Falin raises her hands up in surrender, she looks so frightened, like a scared bunny in the big bad woods.
Marcille is about to cage her.
"Do you think I saved you just so you could go marry some man?"
Marcilles hands reach up and cup Falins cheeks. Like a vice, the short haired woman finds herself stuck staring into those deep green eyes that are now swirling with Obsession, with desire.
While Laois sleeps, his sword Kensuke speaks, the winged lion whispers seeds of evil into the half-elves rounded ears
Become the Dungeon Master and Falin will be your bride, as it was ment to be, so it shall.
Marcilles mind is overloaded with desires, she can't even hear her love plead and beg to be free.
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The Dungeon Master Marcille sits on her throne. Her black dress hugs into her frame elegantly. The winged lion sleeps at her feet as she gazes out at the Dungeon from her tower. And then...
Falin.
Her Falin.
Is sitting on a throne next to her, her curves clad in a beautiful white wedding dress. A veil hiding her eyes, those amber eyes that are normally closed are now open and tear stricken.
But Marcille can't see that.
"You're as beautiful as the sun"
Marcille smiles lovingly, she caresses Falins chin and presses a kiss to the woman's soft lips.
The winged Lion gave Marcille exactly what she wanted, and now she will be his succulent dinner until her Love Obsession with Falin is all but eaten.