Donald
It felt like ages since the events at Thunder Fest, since he saw *Her.*

Though, a week was a blink to a vampire of course. Now, Lysanthir found himself finally emerging from his personal chambers within Lazaroth's castle, and on his way to the council room to clear his mind. Perhaps some work would get her off his thoughts. The scent of coconut and vanilla lingered in the air around him, like a silhouette of perfume agitating and teasing him as it danced around the high elf's form. Those sapphire eyes washing over his own like a crashing sea. Her gentle skin, the way it felt, how it-

The doors to the council chambers opened, the creak echoing into the massive room. Descending down the long and winding staircase, Lysanthir finally arrived at the large round table at the center of the room. Each step seemed to bounce off the walls and hum in the vampire's ears, the room itself much larger than one might expect, stretching out far around the council table. Massive pillars shot up to the ceiling like the legs of a mighty beast, the room itself decorated in black, gold and silver. Lysanthir approached stood near the table not yet taking a seat before staring out into the vast blackness the surrounded him. *'Get out of my head.'*

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In his time back in Lazaroth, Lysanthir had shut himself in his room like a scared teenage boy. But in that time, all he could do was learn of this *Caleesi*. Caleesi Scarleth was her name, born and raised in Alynthi by two noble parents, it was only natural that she too would have noble standing one day. A high elf with sapphire eyes, just like Calitherien, Lysanthir's long lost beloved. They looked so similar, it was like a ghost had come back to haunt him. The fear in her eyes as he held her shook the poor man, and with such a striking similarity between his late wife Lysanthir couldn't help but flee from Caleesi. It was too much, even for a vampire to handle. Leaning over the table, Lysanthir took in a heavy breath and closed his eyes before exhaling with a long *Huff*.

The faint sound of another in the room caused Lysanthir to stiffen slightly, though with a gentle inhale through his nose he knew exactly who it was without much thought. Glaring into the blackness of the corners of the room, the vampire felt his head pound with irritation. A glare filled his eyes before he stood up straight once more and straightened out his robes.

"I know you're there, Lord Corinthian."
Cynthia
Emptiness seemed to be a constant within the dreary insides of the Lazaroth castle. With everyone either out on official business, or.. *Attending parties*, one could only hope to find even the slightest bit of life to indulge in. Corinthian, Lazaroths spymaster, had made it a point to count nearly *Every. Single.* Book within the archives before completely boring himself to death at the fact he was left all alone with no one to share it with. Usually, the eladrin elf would simply slip out from the castle doors to venture out into the rest of Lucidien on his days off. However, there was a certain someone he was keeping a close eye on here within the cold stone castle walls... One Lysanthir Olagwyen. That sour-faced, and unwavering minded elf usually had no issues with being present within the council chambers- at least, he always worked more than anything else. Now however, ever since the man left for Findara he has done nothing but isolate himself within the walls of his own room. To Corin, that struck far more of an interest than scrolls and books he had read a million times over.

Within the long, boring weeks Lysan remained bedridden, Corinthian did make it a point to try and cheer his not so friendly-friend up. Leaving playful notes under his door, a warm drink or two, as well as even sending Azazar, his pet and weapon of a snake in to keep him company. Although, when nothing would budge- Corin grew tired of trying, his patience for kindness always a thin, thin line. *That was,* Until he heard the familiar tapping of a stern cane... Hot on the vampire's tail, Corinthian lingered up above within the darkness of the castle's rafters. Silently watching as Lysanthir moseyed his way to none other than his work table in the council chambers. *Psh, how predictable.* 
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Those void black eyes locked onto the back of that off white blond head, gold magic dancing curiously with each step the high elf made. Eager to get the jump on him if only to see what kept such a headstrong man like himself locked away like some sort of sad, little princess. A slight grin pursed the side of the Eladrin's mouth as he thought of reasons for Olagwyens absence, surely it was something *Important* Right? Though, someone as bland as him couldn't possibly have anything ***Too*** Interesting going on in his life. Alas, regardless of reason, Corin carried on his little game of hide and seek made for one as he stepped silently across each wooden and stone banister; Azazar slithering closely beside him. 

As the two breached the Council chambers, Corinthian weaseled his way atop one of the many stone pillars that loomed over the shimmering, golden table below- The white iridescent lights that bounced from every direction reflecting within the elf's blackened pits, causing the rich gold magic within them to burn even brighter. Cocking his head ever so slightly, leaving loose strands of dark hair to tumble in front of his eyes, Corin observed the rather odd body language the Law master presented. With body outstretched over the table in contemplation, his head lowered beneath his shoulders as if he were going to hurl- It was very much unlike Lord Lysan to be so.. Troubled. Slowly, the sorcerer's tail swayed behind him as he crouched down in thought. Intrigued by what was on the mind of the councilman. The odds of him telling Corinthian were little to none, and Corin knew that well. But, there was no harm in trying, no? 
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Before the spy master could even move another muscle, the sound of Olagwyens voice boomed throughout the vacant room- his dull, feeble tone ricocheting off each perfectly sculptured stone pillar. It was then that a wide smile yanked the corners of the spy Lord's mouth, his white teeth sparkling within the shadows he slept in. Calling out from within them, Corinthians' voice teased Lysanthir in a way only he alone could do to such an elder. "Why, maybe you and i should switch professions, *Law* Master..." Gentle scraping could be heard from the railings up above before the sight of two glowing red eyes emerged from the darkness, followed by the slither of a serpent tongue. Azazar was the first to show his face, the giant snake coiling himself around the cool pillar as if it were his own personal jungle gym. Twisting around in circles until he met the floor, it was none other than Corinthian himself that was now sliding himself down by the seat of his tail- that pestering grin glued to his face all the while. 

"Out of all my years you are the only person to ever know when I'm around. Perhaps you would do better as a spy, hm? I can show you the ropes." Corin said, a playful smile singing in the back of his low tone. Now hanging upside down, the eladrin elf crossed his arms over one another as he looked at Lord Lysan from the side, all his jewelry swaying and tangling themselves in one another along with his curly hair that fell rather gracefully around his face. Those large black eyes entracing the face of the vampire, hoping to see just a hint of a smirk come from his bitter demeanor. Although, when nothing came from his attempts, Corins face fell flat. His ears lowered in dissatisfaction, though chose to remain somewhat intrigued by the fact the councilmen was up and moving. 
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Swaying his way to the floor, the darkling finally spoke up once more after brushing off the collected dust on his clothes- even shaking out his tail as if to remove any germs he might have gotten stuck to him. *A habit, garnered from the Fae Plane.* "I just wanted to see what you were up to, it's been over a week since your little trip and you never filled me in on what Findara's *Grand show* Was like." Waving his hands sarcastically at the mention of a show, Corin rolled his magic gold eyes before making his way over to a stool to sit upon. Pulling it out, the young Lord propped his leather boots up onto the planning table, leaning back nonchalantly to rest his rather wide, muscular frame as he raised a brow up towards the vampire in wait for an answer. Depending on how Lysanthir would answer his question would no doubt prove the Elf's thoughts of him, of course...
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Donald
Rolling his eyes heavily as the snake coiled his way around Lysanthir's mind, the vampire kept his gaze forward, eyebrows stern and furrowed. The incessent teasing from Lazaroth's resident Spy Master made Lysanthir wish to wring his neck and be rid of him each time he was near, especially the past week or so. The constant knocking, being brough notes and drinks, left at his doorstep to be completely ruined and never seen by the Law Master. An insolent child, that's all Corinthien was. Steeling himself from allowing emotions flare, Lysanthir chose to keep his mouth shut and not respond to Corinthien's teasing and tone. The child's snake didn't seem to change any expression on the vampire's face, nor garner a reaction out of him. Why the queen allowed Corinthien into her council was *Beyond* Lysanthir.

It was only when Lord Corinthien spoke about *'all his years'* Did Lysanthir finally open his mouth to speak. His tone and tongue was sharp, filled with a irritation and disinterest for speaking. Any other time, Lysanthir would put up with Corinthien, but not today it seemed. It was obvious the vampire's mind was elsewhere, as was his patience for the Spy Master. "All your years are a blink, little lord." Leaning on his cane, Lysanthir finally turned his icy blue gaze to Corinthien, who had so lazily taken a seat at the council chamber table and propped his feet upon it like some mercenary. Lysanthir's nostrils flared ever so slightly, and the vampire suddenly pointed his cane at Corinthien, mere inches away from the man's face. "*You* Are nothing but a boy. The day you teach me something I don't already know out of my nearly 1900 years is the day I'll finally kill myself."

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"The queen appointed you as Spy Master, so why not rather than brood and laze about you go do your job, Lord Corinthien, and stop pestering those that take theirs seriously." Lingering his cane in front of the young man for a moment longer, it soon returned to his side so he could once again lean on it. Corinthien would quickly catch on how out of character Lysanthir seemed to be. Usually, his words were nothing but witty banter to the eladrin's teasing, but today it seemed as though he were genuinely trying to hurt the lord's feelings, or at the very least agitate him enough to leave. Returning his gaze to the table before him, the vampire raised his hand and a book from one of the many shelves along the walls began to float towards him. Floating before him, it opened to a page by no verbal command, and Lysanthir seemingly began to read and forget Corinthien was there.

In these moments, Lysanthir was thankful he was the only vampire in the room. His heart was pounding along with his head, like a craftsmen hammering away at his newest masterpiece. ***Thump, thump, thump, thump...*** It was almost like drums of a war, though that's exactly what was going on in his head. *'Cali...'* The nickname lingered on his tongue, like bittersweet wine that simply wouldn't fade. It was a name he had likely said thousands of time, but a lifetime ago. Repeating it now seemed wrong, as if her were raping the thought of his lost love. Lysanthir almost wanted to blame the Alynthi councilwoman for having such a similar name to his late wife, let alone a similar appearance. How could he? It wasn't as if she chose to look the way she did, as beautiful and pristine as Calitherien. Porcelain, like a doll primed for collecting...

Corinthien would quickly realize the Master of Laws gaze was upon the book floating before him, but his eyes were dilated and elsewhere, deep in thought.
Cynthia
That smug look on the high Lords face was quick to disintegrate the moment Lysanthir opened his mouth. Those words hitting like daggers into the Spymasters back, quick to anger just as Olagwyen had meant to do. Nevertheless, instead of wiping the look off his face completely, Corinthian masked the rage boiling in his blood by gripping the seat of his chair fondly- the veins in his hands poking out and slithering up his toned arm that was only half way showing from the cut off cuff of his sleeves. The darklings sharp and defined jaw swiftly snapped closed- flexing as Corin grinded his teeth in disgust. *Who did this rotten man think he was? Talking to a being far greater than he...* Through his own furrowed brow, the eladrin elf narrowed those black eyes, dipping his chin down in silence as he broodingly stared down the master of Laws. A snarl ever present underneath the males twitching skin as Rin desperately tried to wring a smile on his face to play off the short fuse already going off inside. It *Wasn't* Like Lysan to be such a dick in the mornings, that much he knew. Even so, it confirmed the many questions that flew past Corinthians mind. Perhaps something *Did* Happen to the high elf, and he was simply trying to take it off on him. 
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"And who are ***You*** To say that to *Me*, the man who locked himself in his room for the past week and a half?" Corinthian growled out, digging the heels of his boots deeply into the glass table before scraping them to the floor as he sat up and leaned forwards- draping his arms intimidatingly over his knees as he stared down the cane Lord Lysan so confidently put in his personal space. It was a bold move, as it wouldn't take much from the assassin to swing it out from under the elder... And gods was he thinking about it. The darkling never had much of any sort of friendly relations with much of anyone, Lysanthir being the only one Corinthian put himself in the way of talking to. Perhaps it was because Corin knew his charm and shine would never have to be matched with an old vampire, given the high Lord looks down upon everyone within Lucidien. Although, there had to have been some sort of companionship between the two, or else Rin would have already killed the bastard by now. Slowly, Corin tilted his gaze up from the man's cane, his hardened gaze still steady in the pit of his hollow eyes. 
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"I *Have* Been doing my job. As well as picking up the slack with yours. So perhaps a 'thank you' is in order, *Old man*." Resonating deep within the snap of Corinthians tone was a sour distaste for how Lysanthir was treating him. If there was one thing the high Lord hated most within the world, it was disrespect on his name. He earned his place within this world, clawed, bled, even sweat for it. Knowing his power and might was fairly matched if not more than his working peers- he would not allow such blatant disregard from them... Not like home did to him. Pinching his jaw shut one last time, Corinthians golden magic that rested within his eyes seemingly melted into a hue of gray- Signifying his mood changing. Cold and distant like the color now swirling in his eyes, Rin watched as Lysanthir turned away from him completely and chose to ignore him. Azazar, who was idly sitting in a coil of his own body, let out a hushed *Hisss* From his poisonous lips. As if to disapprove of the Law masters actions. 

Still reeling from the insults, Corinthian shoved his tensed hand up through his hair; rustling the many chains and piercings that dangled from his elven ears. The high Lord's tail fidgeted and swayed rather quickly, almost like that of a tantrum throwing child before Corin bounced the nerve to shoot to his feet. "You know, I only came out here because I wanted to see why you were gone for so long." Twisting his neck over to the side, Corinthian noticed just how silent and distant the vampire was. Confused by this, the darkling inched his eyes further over Lysanthirs face, seeing where his own gaze sat not even *On* The book he was supposedly reading... Turning his nose up in snarkiness, Corin spatted out, "But its clear to me that you would much rather sit around like a sad, sick puppy." 
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