Twisted Best Date Ever
If anyone has a better title for this, feel free to suggest it :) As for what inspired this - a number of things - ask and I will tell :) I tagged a few people but only to alert them to the story/note - if you don't want to read, you don't have to :)
-Seth
And so it was I, Istec Draconis Magistem, who found the mistress Amalia Chevalia Taylor and could have made her mine. She was nothing like I expected. She was not a mistress with long blonde or brown silky smooth hair, with dimples and skin that would make the gods jealous. She was more. She was a goddess,.or at least seemed like one. Her hair went down to the middle of her back. Her face was gorgeous and her voice heavenly sweet. Her body wasn't anything to write home about but I didn't want someone who would make other men break down and kill another for her. I wanted someone I needed to work to earn her love.
However I did not expect to earn her love so fast. I was the bar the one night at the Way Inn with my buddies for happy hour. She was sitting alone at the bar, w/ a scarf covering the bottom of her face. I went up to get another round of lager for my buddies and I. I saw her sitting there alone and asked if she was with anyone. I half expected her to make up some lame excuse like “yeah he's in the rest room” or “Yeah, my wife is running late” because as we all know, all the good looking ones are gay, or taken, or both. She instead replied, sounding as if bored, and/or depressed “Nope, just sitting here alone drinking my life away!”
So I invited her to our table and sit w/ us. I also asked her what she was drinking and ordered another glass of it. She refused that and I asked her why she chose to drink alone and why she kept her scarf on. The young miss ignored me. Being an apprentice wizard to the royal sorcerer, I laced in a little magic and “accidentally” caught her scarf on something when I walked away, pulling it off faster than I could have if I was a normal mortal.
Immediately, I apologized, acting of course like it was an accident, and she was of course hiding her face with her hands but that wasn't enough to hide her face appropriately. I said “Woah, stop hiding. Please! I'm not bothered by it and if you really are, put your mask back on and we won't mention anything more”
All the while I had my hand on her back and she didn't make one attempt to recover her face w/ her scarf. I asked her name and she told me after a brief delay, to which I replied “Such a beautiful name! Amalia and I believe Chevalia has something to do with horses and Taylor - your parents alter clothes?”
“Grandparents did. My father's a wizard of the 2nd degree and my mother's a doctor.”
So then I asked why she was so ashamed of how she looked because she really was beautiful. Her nose was that like a cat, with even whiskers and her lips were even pursed as such as well. She had hidden her ears behind her scarf also, which were feline and pointy. Actually if it was just the ears, I'd have thought she was an elf. I asked if her parents looked like humanoid felines as well, to which she said “well yes and no”
Evidently her mother was of a race that required fertilization twice before conception, and if both partners weren't the same, then the result would be a tribrid. It turns out that her mother had been raped by a Tigroid man after seeing him at the hospital one night at work in the emergency ward. So while technically she had one mother and two fathers now, her wizard father, and a Tigroid man, if she ever came in contact with her Tigroid father, she'd destroy him. Her wizard father, Zalod had tried every transfiguration spell he knew but nothing would change her genetic makup. I found out since she let slip that she was really 18 rotations, not 21 as is the legal age, but the bartender never asked so she wasn't going to tell him.
This conversation took place over about a half hour, maybe more, and one of my friends Stephos came over giving me a hard time about being sucked into talking with a lady instead of buying the next round like it was my turn. So once again I invited her over to our table to join the conversation and I'd get the next round, including whatever she was drinking. She gave in without much effort at all, a half hour conversation, where usually I would talk for an hour or two and find out she has a boyfriend who is off at war somewhere or she only dates ogres - which HAS to be an excuse because who in their right mind wants to date an ogre? Ogres don't even want to date ogres HA!
Three hours, fifteen trips to the bathroom, and a dozen and a half pints later, the 15 of us were going to head our respective ways home. I asked Amalia if I could get her number and she gave me her business card. She was an attorney for the District Attorney's office under the leadership of the Magistrate Council but was given a desk job, even though she had a speaker linkup usually to someone in the court room so she could do her job of telling if the person on the stand was lying or not. That was her gift. Her wizard father at least gave her that. She wasn't able to read minds so much as detect a lie and she was correct 99% of the time. You'd have to basically employ magic to confuse her and even then she had become quite skilled through the years to see through most of those tricks.
The next day over the weekend I gave her a call. What can I say? I was turned on by her beauty. We talked for a while, at least 3 hours. I told her about my apprenticeship and that in 2 years I would be his assistant. It's minimal pay but between the pay and magic, I get by. I created a bouquet of roses on the table next to her via magic while talking with her. We talked about what we liked to do for hobbies and our wishes for the future.
We talked every day the next week and every time some new avenue of conversation and discussion would occur like our opinions of magic used within government, magical legislature, other worlds and planes each of us had visited, and other concepts we explored.
The following weekend, we set up our first official date. I showed up in a sweater and slacks. We were going to just grab pizza somewhere and go see a movie. Dinner was full of laughs. It seemed like there was nothing we didn't have in common. Within a matter of a week, I already was feeling like I could love her. She went to use the restroom before we left the restaurant and I cast a spell to create two dozen red, pink, yellow, and white roses. She absolutely adored them when she returned, and gushed over them. We went back to the car and flew to the movie theatre. During the movie, I had my hand around her shoulder.
We stayed until everyone else had parted and they were sending in the cleaning crew, then we walked out to my car again. On the way out, she grabbed my hand, which I raised her hand in mine to my mouth and kissed the top of her hand. At my car, I backed her to my car and said “Before I start it up and the evening comes to a close, do you have any reason to go home so early or was there anywhere else you wish to go?”
She recommended a bar that we could slow dance, so we went there. Wow she's such a good dancer! At last call, we were already sitting down at tables just drinking water to relax and I pulled her over to sit on my lap. I asked her when I could see her again. Unfortunately she had a conference to go to for her job so we couldn't see each other the next 2 weeks. After leaving, I flew her home to her domicile and walked her to her front door. She had her key in and the door was opening. I was starting to walk away and she ran back to me to kiss me. That kiss lasted what I swear was an eternity. I miss it.
The whole next week until she left for her conference, she and I spoke a little each day. I fell a little more in love with her every day and every time we talked, even though each conversation may have only been 5 minutes. I looked forward to each time she called and if I didn't know better, I'd think she did as well in return.
So why aren't we still together? Well, it turns out when she was out at her conference, a man came at her with an enchanted knife and stabbed her through her left breast. Because of the enchantment, the hospital was unable to repair the damage, her heart failed completely, and she bled to death. So where does that leave me? I left my job as an apprentice wizard to the royal sorcerer, packed my spell scrolls and enchanted katana and crossbow and headed for the county that Amalia was visiting to hunt for her killer. That is my life now. He will suffer my pain and more.
-Seth
And so it was I, Istec Draconis Magistem, who found the mistress Amalia Chevalia Taylor and could have made her mine. She was nothing like I expected. She was not a mistress with long blonde or brown silky smooth hair, with dimples and skin that would make the gods jealous. She was more. She was a goddess,.or at least seemed like one. Her hair went down to the middle of her back. Her face was gorgeous and her voice heavenly sweet. Her body wasn't anything to write home about but I didn't want someone who would make other men break down and kill another for her. I wanted someone I needed to work to earn her love.
However I did not expect to earn her love so fast. I was the bar the one night at the Way Inn with my buddies for happy hour. She was sitting alone at the bar, w/ a scarf covering the bottom of her face. I went up to get another round of lager for my buddies and I. I saw her sitting there alone and asked if she was with anyone. I half expected her to make up some lame excuse like “yeah he's in the rest room” or “Yeah, my wife is running late” because as we all know, all the good looking ones are gay, or taken, or both. She instead replied, sounding as if bored, and/or depressed “Nope, just sitting here alone drinking my life away!”
So I invited her to our table and sit w/ us. I also asked her what she was drinking and ordered another glass of it. She refused that and I asked her why she chose to drink alone and why she kept her scarf on. The young miss ignored me. Being an apprentice wizard to the royal sorcerer, I laced in a little magic and “accidentally” caught her scarf on something when I walked away, pulling it off faster than I could have if I was a normal mortal.
Immediately, I apologized, acting of course like it was an accident, and she was of course hiding her face with her hands but that wasn't enough to hide her face appropriately. I said “Woah, stop hiding. Please! I'm not bothered by it and if you really are, put your mask back on and we won't mention anything more”
All the while I had my hand on her back and she didn't make one attempt to recover her face w/ her scarf. I asked her name and she told me after a brief delay, to which I replied “Such a beautiful name! Amalia and I believe Chevalia has something to do with horses and Taylor - your parents alter clothes?”
“Grandparents did. My father's a wizard of the 2nd degree and my mother's a doctor.”
So then I asked why she was so ashamed of how she looked because she really was beautiful. Her nose was that like a cat, with even whiskers and her lips were even pursed as such as well. She had hidden her ears behind her scarf also, which were feline and pointy. Actually if it was just the ears, I'd have thought she was an elf. I asked if her parents looked like humanoid felines as well, to which she said “well yes and no”
Evidently her mother was of a race that required fertilization twice before conception, and if both partners weren't the same, then the result would be a tribrid. It turns out that her mother had been raped by a Tigroid man after seeing him at the hospital one night at work in the emergency ward. So while technically she had one mother and two fathers now, her wizard father, and a Tigroid man, if she ever came in contact with her Tigroid father, she'd destroy him. Her wizard father, Zalod had tried every transfiguration spell he knew but nothing would change her genetic makup. I found out since she let slip that she was really 18 rotations, not 21 as is the legal age, but the bartender never asked so she wasn't going to tell him.
This conversation took place over about a half hour, maybe more, and one of my friends Stephos came over giving me a hard time about being sucked into talking with a lady instead of buying the next round like it was my turn. So once again I invited her over to our table to join the conversation and I'd get the next round, including whatever she was drinking. She gave in without much effort at all, a half hour conversation, where usually I would talk for an hour or two and find out she has a boyfriend who is off at war somewhere or she only dates ogres - which HAS to be an excuse because who in their right mind wants to date an ogre? Ogres don't even want to date ogres HA!
Three hours, fifteen trips to the bathroom, and a dozen and a half pints later, the 15 of us were going to head our respective ways home. I asked Amalia if I could get her number and she gave me her business card. She was an attorney for the District Attorney's office under the leadership of the Magistrate Council but was given a desk job, even though she had a speaker linkup usually to someone in the court room so she could do her job of telling if the person on the stand was lying or not. That was her gift. Her wizard father at least gave her that. She wasn't able to read minds so much as detect a lie and she was correct 99% of the time. You'd have to basically employ magic to confuse her and even then she had become quite skilled through the years to see through most of those tricks.
The next day over the weekend I gave her a call. What can I say? I was turned on by her beauty. We talked for a while, at least 3 hours. I told her about my apprenticeship and that in 2 years I would be his assistant. It's minimal pay but between the pay and magic, I get by. I created a bouquet of roses on the table next to her via magic while talking with her. We talked about what we liked to do for hobbies and our wishes for the future.
We talked every day the next week and every time some new avenue of conversation and discussion would occur like our opinions of magic used within government, magical legislature, other worlds and planes each of us had visited, and other concepts we explored.
The following weekend, we set up our first official date. I showed up in a sweater and slacks. We were going to just grab pizza somewhere and go see a movie. Dinner was full of laughs. It seemed like there was nothing we didn't have in common. Within a matter of a week, I already was feeling like I could love her. She went to use the restroom before we left the restaurant and I cast a spell to create two dozen red, pink, yellow, and white roses. She absolutely adored them when she returned, and gushed over them. We went back to the car and flew to the movie theatre. During the movie, I had my hand around her shoulder.
We stayed until everyone else had parted and they were sending in the cleaning crew, then we walked out to my car again. On the way out, she grabbed my hand, which I raised her hand in mine to my mouth and kissed the top of her hand. At my car, I backed her to my car and said “Before I start it up and the evening comes to a close, do you have any reason to go home so early or was there anywhere else you wish to go?”
She recommended a bar that we could slow dance, so we went there. Wow she's such a good dancer! At last call, we were already sitting down at tables just drinking water to relax and I pulled her over to sit on my lap. I asked her when I could see her again. Unfortunately she had a conference to go to for her job so we couldn't see each other the next 2 weeks. After leaving, I flew her home to her domicile and walked her to her front door. She had her key in and the door was opening. I was starting to walk away and she ran back to me to kiss me. That kiss lasted what I swear was an eternity. I miss it.
The whole next week until she left for her conference, she and I spoke a little each day. I fell a little more in love with her every day and every time we talked, even though each conversation may have only been 5 minutes. I looked forward to each time she called and if I didn't know better, I'd think she did as well in return.
So why aren't we still together? Well, it turns out when she was out at her conference, a man came at her with an enchanted knife and stabbed her through her left breast. Because of the enchantment, the hospital was unable to repair the damage, her heart failed completely, and she bled to death. So where does that leave me? I left my job as an apprentice wizard to the royal sorcerer, packed my spell scrolls and enchanted katana and crossbow and headed for the county that Amalia was visiting to hunt for her killer. That is my life now. He will suffer my pain and more.