[Evischoul]

V sat on a bench in the quadrangle, his posture stiff and unyielding. His thighs flexed every so often with tension, his face a mask of disbelief as he stared at the statues that had joined Xanth's own.

She hadn't told him. That censored hadn't told him what she was doing. She'd erected statues of him and her sister without censored telling him, and now he didn't have a leg to stand on. He couldn't call her an egotistical censored because here was proof of his own ego. Except it wasn't his, because he hadn't put the blasted thing there. What the censored? He was going to kill her.

How long had it been standing there? How long had she waited after his branding before putting him out on display like some kind of pet to be worshipped? He wasn't interested in being a god to these freaks. He didn't want their offerings, their prayers, their hopes and dreams. He didn't want to be approached in the street and asked for blessings or boons just because he had wings like hers. He didn't want to have to censored hide his nature when he left her temple just because she couldn't keep her statues to herself!

This was some kind of censored nightmare. censored. "Xanthorra, you censored censored. I swear on all that's gorey and painful I'm going to rip your censored head off. censored statue. I don't want a censored statue." Slamming his spine against the back of the bench seat, V sneered. He couldn't believe this. It wasn't even that accurate of a statue. He looked like a sadistic, vicious, snarling beast. Was he really like that? And Aura. censored, she looked like some kind of avenging freak bent on eating babies. What the censored had they gotten themselves into?

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[Nymphadora]

Nymphadora strode through the EU, her eyes taking in her surroundings. The market was busy with merchants selling their wares, flowers and fresh food, jewels and art. It made her feel... well good. There was a soft wind in the air, traveling through the crowd, lightening the beat of the sun from overhead. Closing her eyes for a moment, sucking in a breath, her mouth watered as she passed a cart filled with chocolates. Bright blue eyes opening, Nymphadora eyed the candy, her smile flashing to the woman that was standing beside it. As she was about to be beckoned toward the cart, the woman seeing a potential customer, a small child skipped up, coin in hand as he pointed to the goodies he wanted. Softening her gaze considerably as the vendor attended the child, Nymphadora continued on her way, making a note to stop by another time to try the deliciousness her nose had the pleasure of inhaling.

Passing other various vendors, poiletly turning down countless offers, Nymphadora shuffled her wings, resting them lightly against her back. It had been awhile since she'd used them, and could feel them growing weaker. She'd have to stretch them and work out a bit, but today was a day to enjoy, not work. The weather was beautiful, the spring day glorious with the bright sun and soft breeze. It felt so nice to have her element surround her without her encouragement. Xanth must be in a wonderful mood for a day like this in the EU.

Brighting up at the though, Nymphadora turned her direction toward the Quadrangle, interested in seeing how her friend was doing. It had been awhile since she'd really talked to her goddess. Finding her pace quickening, though still light and airy, Nymphadora approached the statues within minutes, her eyes landing on a familiar shape. Her smile growing into a grin, Nymphadora eased forward, coming up behind Vicious without a sound. Not trying to hide her presence, nor caring if she was seen or not, she came up behind V, wrapping her arms around his chest, hugging him close to hers, her face beside his over his shoulder. Kissing his cheek softly, lovingly, she gazed into his eyes as best she could cooing at him. "Hey." Maybe it was her over all good mood, or the glorious spring day around her, but she couldn't sense Vicious's anger, nor see it within his stance. All she was was the man she loved, and was dying for him to press his lips against hers in a kiss that would sweep her off her feet.

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[Evischoul]

A slow, masculine smile spread across V's lips as Nymphadora's slender arm slid about him and her lips touched his cheek. His beef with Xanth was forgotten instantly as he twisted into her kiss. He'd sensed her near-silent approach and automatically assumed, since he was a warrior accustomed to that kind of behaviour, that she'd been trying to take him by surprise. "Remind me to teach how to better sneak up on warrior gods," he grinned as he reached for her, not waiting for her to move around the bench but toppling her over it and into his lap. With her in his arms, he gazed down into her face and studied her silently, taking a deep breath. She was stunningly beautiful and glowed with happiness in a way he hadn't seen the entire time he was here. She'd been content, before he messed her up, but he hadn't seen her happy like she was right now. He loved it on her.

Reaching up to cup her cheek and brush her flesh with his calloused thumb, V smiled like a lovesick schoolboy. "And what has you so sparkling today, my pretty little Nymph?" He supposed he could track her movements while she was away from him if he put his mind to it, and that way he wouldn't have had to ask. Actually, it had crossed his mind to check in on her. Since their first night together, she'd spent every night with him but he still found he couldn't get enough of her. Not just the bed part but everything about her. It drove him nuts when she had to leave to do her job and a big part of him wanted to follow her around - if not physically then at least mentally. He could do it too, although not without some effort on his part. He had a lot of power as a warrior of his race but unlike Xanth, the mental stuff didn't come easy to him.

But, no matter how much he wanted to, he never did. She was capable of protecting herself and besides, they'd never have anything to talk about if he knew everything already. It was hell trying to find something to occupy his time when she wasn't around, though.

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[Nymphadora]

Nymphadora grinned, then giggled as Vicious grabbed hold of her, pulling her over the bench and into his lap. Normally she wasn't the giggly type, but she loved how he took control, not to mention the light behavior of pulling her into his lap, despite who might have been watching. Wrapping her arms around his neck as he held her in his arms. Grinning as she looked into his eyes, a small smirk played upon her lips. "But if your taught me... then you'd know all my moves." She said with slight superiority.

As he gazed at her though, Nymphadora's smile faded into a soft glow, her heart thudding in her chest suddenly. Turning her cheek into his hand, her eyes closed softly, taking in the feeling he was giving her. Eye fluttering open at V's words, her small grin came back, only softer this time. Feeling her warmth in her sparkling eyes, Nymphadora let out a small breath, leaning into V and resting her head on his chest. Gazing out over the market not far off, she could still smell the delicious food on the air. The question wasn't what was making her sparkle, but what wasn't making her sparkle. And the answer would be nothing. Everything was perfectly perfect. Nothing was wrong in her life, and there was no threat upon Elysia. She was happy, and content.

Absentmindedly caressing the back of V's neck, Nymphadora sighed softly next to his ear. "How can you not be happy on a day like this?" Her voice was far away with a dreamy touch to it. Gazing out behind V into nothingness, yet seeing everything, she felt so peaceful in his arms.

Pulling back her body slightly, Nymphadora smiled as she looked into V's eyes, her fingers slipping through his hair as she was pressed up close to his chest. Smiling gently, she leaned forward, softly pressing her lips to his, kissing him with innocence, as well as passion that began bubbling up. She'd missed him. After everything that had happened, though it wasn't too horrible, she really did miss him. And now that she had nothing holding her back, she was going to show him just how much she'd longed for him.

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[Evischoul]

Holding Dora in his arms was how he imagined young children felt when they'd lost their favourite cuddly toy and suddenly found it again. His emotions were frightening in many ways but V tucked the fear away and enjoyed the way she could soothe him without even trying. He couldn't get over the way she acted so naturally around him, as if he was just another mortal to tease and poke. She made him feel like he was welcome here, that he belonged somewhere for the first time since he left Tanakheim, and it was glorious.

"That's the idea," he joked, his voice and eyes filled with humour even though he didn't crack a smile. He liked the idea of being the one to teach her things she didn't already know, of being in on her secrets. There was an intimacy to it that drove them past mere lovers.

Adjusting his grip as she moved, V wrapped his arms around her, his muscles flexing. Her current position made the wide buckle of his belt stick uncomfortably into his gut but he didn't want to move her so he could adjust it.

"How can you not be happy on a day like this?"

The gentle movement of her fingers on his neck were lulling him into a state of mellow lethargy so when he answered her question, there was no real venom behind his words. "Your boss turned me into a freaking statue, the censored. That's how I can be unhappy." His scowl at the forementioned statue should have been enough to at least maim Xanthorra had she been standing in front of him, but Dora had turned him into a fluffy pussycat instead of a lethal panther.

As Dora reached up to kiss him, V met her halfway with a very male grin, cupping the back of her head in his palm. He was still caught up in the lethargy from earlier so his response wasn't as passionate as it might have been, but he pulled away after a few moments with his grin still very much in place. "Take me on a tour, my pretty little Nymph," he said suddenly, surprising himself with his desire to see Elysia through her eyes - not least because he was still feeling rather lazy. She'd taken him to a cafe and they'd had a good time, enough for him to want to repeat the experience. This tour would kill two birds with one stone, too - or three, actually. He could spend time with Dora, get to know his way around, and get a much better feel for Xanth as a leader than if he stayed in the Temple all the time.

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[Nymphadora]

As V responded to her rhetorical question, Nymphadora frowned lightly, her gaze turning toward the statue he was referring. Personally, she liked it. It was definitely the warrior side of V, that was for sure, but she could see the kindness within, even if others couldn't. Smiling softly as she gazed adoringly at the statue, she flicked her eyes back to Vicious. "I like it. Besides, if she put it up, then it obviously means shes proud of you V. Enough to want everyone in Elysia to treat you with respect and love, as they treat her." She cooed softly, her hand caressing his neck as she spoke. She normally disliked negative talk about Xanth, but with Vicious, she had no right to step in between them. If there should come a day when Vicious were to attack Xanth, Nymphadora would protect her with everything she had. But... she'd not attack back. Not V.

Thankfully, she was confidant that would never happened. Trivial loathing was expected, and she waved it away with the sweep of her hand. Figuratively of course. But all that was quickly forgotten as Vicious covered the distance between them, kissing her back with nothing but love and affection. Eyes closing from the feeling welling up in the pit of her stomach, she let out a small breath of happiness as he pulled away from her. She loved being in his arms, kissing him, having him kiss her back and hold her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Vicious, although the same man she'd met so long ago, he'd opened his heart to her. All that was left now, was for them both to admit their feelings freely, and possibly take this to another step. But Nymphadora was in no rush. She was perfectly happy as things were.

Lighting up as he asked for a tour, Nymphadora grinned, peeling herself from his lap and pulling him to his feet. One hand firmly grasping his, their fingers entwined, she leaned into his side, her free hand wrapping around his waist. Nymphadora wasn't the type of girl to wait for him to hold her. She never would be. If she wanted to be held, she'd get so close to him that he'd have no choice.

There were so many places to start... so many choices to go. She'd assumed he'd seen most of the EU, so venturing out even further than that seemed the best way to go. Odd as it may sound... she knew the first place she wanted to take him, as well as the last place. Gazing up into his eyes, that look og pure joy turning into one of love and caring, she squeezed his hand softly before porting them to the Sequoia Village.

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[Evischoul]

Vicious pouted in a very manly, but very sulky, way when Dora told him she liked the statue of him he'd been glaring at for the better part of half an hour. He didn't care why Xanth erected the damn thing, just that he'd had no intention of becoming a god, or anything of the sort, to these people. He'd had his fill of mindless worship and had no intention of taking advantage like that.

But he kept his mouth shut. Dora was pretty smart but she looked to Xanth as some kind of surrogate mother and he didn't hate or even dislike the princess enough to censored the Nymph off by ranting. Not to her, at any rate - he'd wait until he could corner Xanth and rant at her instead.

What Nymphadora said about respect and love, though, that pulled him up short a little. She honestly believed that was Xanth's motive, and he had to admit Xanth hadn't done anything to make him think otherwise. Pride, though? He hadn't done anything to earn pride and he likely wouldn't for a long, long time. If ever. So what the hell was the real deal here? And how quickly would Xanth replace the statue if he knocked it down...?

Reluctantly releasing Dora as she scrambled out of his lap, he let her pull him to his feet - or, rather, let her think she was, since he was way too heavy for a delicate little thing like her to manipulate - and grinned at her enthusiasm as she pressed against him. Snaking an arm around her waist, he lowered his head but didn't quite kiss her, his voice low as he chuckled and went along for the ride.

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