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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Sweetophelia was returning home, her expression vaguely tired. She had left Westeros for good this time, for the second time, after having renounced her dual membership with her birthplace. She no longer quite despised Westeros as she had before, when a Targaryen did not sit on the Iron Throne, but neither did she love the kingdoms. She had only remained to stay true to her promise to Lucerys: that she would work to strengthen the Targaryen cause and see a proper Targaryen installed on the throne - her son, Jaehaerys.


    Now that that was completed, there was no true reason to stay. She would visit in the future but that was all. Sweetophelia was happier now though, now that the weight was lifted from her shoulders.
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    info | updated 12/12/2016

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 375px;][justify][font=andale mono]Riddler recalled Sweetophelia's dual-membership - she had often held positions in multiple Clans, if he remembered correctly, in this life and in the last. Whether it was in Westeros or Bloodclan or Blizzardclan, she had always seemed to have a way of making a place for herself. Riddler, meanwhile, couldn't picture himself making any kind of life anywhere besides Blizzardclan. It was simply his nature, he supposed.


    Presently, the lanky feline was on a solo patrol of the territory. He guessed you could call it a solo patrol, though he was mostly just poking around in the hopes of finding something to entertain himself. He had already reorganized his library yesterday and gone hunting this morning. He had come to the idea that keeping his brain busy helped keep his alter-ego away, further keeping any bad or potentially violent and harmful thoughts out of his head. So far, it seemed to do the trick, aside from the occasional whisper.


    Fortunately, it seemed a distraction was quick to be found - a distraction he was quite fond of as well. Things had been different between him and the Combatant since her return, but he was getting over his mixed feelings. After all, he had never really stopped having feelings for Sweetophelia - even after she had first left him. The tall ragdoll didn't seem to be in any kind of hurry, and though she looked a bit worn out, this didn't stop Riddlersgame from saying hello. "Miss Sweet," he greeted as he made his presence evident. Taking a brief sniff of the air, he asked, "Back from a visit to the Westeros?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Sweetophelia didn't know if she could envision herself taking on another additional membership in the future. Although she still considered herself to be the same animal from before her reincarnation, she lacked the fiery ambition of her younger self. There was little point in collecting fancy titles for yourself if you didn't have a plan for your newly granted authority and powers. Perhaps her attitude would change with time but for now Sweetophelia was more content on focusing on herself and her family and friends.


    Perhaps she ought to include Riddlersgame in her more active plans as well. "Riddlersgame." She flashed a quick, fleeting smile in his direction. Since her self-realisation she had come to realise how temporary everything in life was. She hadn't truly appreciated that sentiment before, when she had had the chance. "You're correct," the Head Combatant confirmed, nodding slightly. "For good, I think. I'll visit them again in the future - my son still lives there after all - but I won't be spending any more 'meaningful' time there. I've renounced my dual membership." She was watching him closely then, a faint smile dancing along her mouth as she awaited the brown tabby's reaction. Would he be indifferent? Pleased? Glad for her?
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 375px;][justify][font=andale mono]Sweet was abandoning her membership in the Westeros? Riddlersgame, naturally, had little problem with this - her life outside of Blizzardclan had typically had little effect on himself, aside from the fact that it often had caused her to be away from home. So the fact that she would now be spending all her time here was simply a bonus.


    As the ragdoll gave a brief smile, Riddler's ears gave a small twitch and he quickly moved a paw upwards to adjust his glasses in an effort not to feel flustered. He wasn't as young as he had been last time they interacted in this relaxed, comfortable manner - he figured he could handle himself at least a bit better. His awkward nature had always gotten the better of himself in younger days - not again. He watched her then for a brief second, taking in her bright eyes and the grin playing at her lips, but only for a moment before speaking again. "Good. I mean, best to focus your efforts here, of course," he said with a nod, sitting himself down and curling his tail around his paws, clearly intending to keep the conversation going. "Your sons still leave there, yes?" He had always felt a little off when Sweet mentioned her kids and her exes, but the fact that she may be leaving them in Westeros offered him a small bit of satisfaction.


    //PFF sorry so late but i finally replied ^^

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]"Yes, I thought so too," remarked Sweetophelia, still smiling her pleased little smile. Perhaps the wanderlust would take her again but for now she was content to remain in BlizzardClan. "Jaehaerys does," she confirmed. "I told you that he was crowned High King recently, didn't I?" Sweetophelia was very proud of her elder son - no Targaryen had sat on the Iron Throne since her half-sister, Lorina, and before that her mother, Eurydice. She was less of a traditional Targaryen but she obviously still favoured family over the other ambitious houses.


    "My younger twin, Lucerys still lives in his quaint little house in the loner lands - he refuses to come to court but he's happily married so I should be content as well." But she wasn't truly. She missed her younger son and she didn't particularly approve of his choice in a wife. Malaella Targaryen was both his half-sister and another one of Tsubodai's bastards. But Sweetophelia couldn't really oppose the traditional Targaryen match seeing as Alysanne (her opportunity to be reincarnated) had been borne from the pair's marriage. "I contact him occasionally."


    She gave a sad little laugh then. "It's funny. When I had had them, I had been so miserable." Tsubodai's home had been unbearably lonely and she had loathed seeing his lines of bastard children and lovers paraded in front of her face so often. "But I miss being so close to them. They all have their own lives now." She blinked then in realisation, looking thoughtful as she gazed at Riddlersgame, "I guess I should start living my own life too, and stop lamenting over the past."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 375px;][justify][font=andale mono]Riddler gave a brief nod as she mentioned Jaehaerys' position as King. She had mentioned it, yes, but he had come to a certain sense that things could change rather quickly in the Westeros, with people overthrowing other people on the regular. For Sweet's sake, at least, he was glad her son still held the position. As she continued, speaking of her other son, he watched her quietly, curling his tail around his paws.


    Briefly, he recalled her mention of their father - how it had been something of a tactical move, or something along those lines. He supposed he could understand taking a lover to further a purpose, in a way, if some scheme really required it, but thinking of that still wasn't enough to rid himself of the discomfort at the thought. And again, he couldn't relate to her feelings about her children - simply because he had none. He always figured he would make a bad father anyway, and kids of his own were never something he had considered for himself. Hell, he had never even had a girlfriend or a boyfriend - how could he see himself with kittens when he could barely see himself with a lover?


    He sat silently for a moment, mulling over her words. How ironic she wanted to stop living in the past, when that had been almost all Riddler had ever done? Worried about is past actions, missed old friends, and above all else, clung on to his affections for Sweetophelia. Feelings he had had since he was about six months old. "You know, I've never been able to move on," he confessed vaguely after his momentary silence, not really sure what message he was trying to convey by this. Just telling a bit about himself, perhaps, or maybe hinting at something more.


    //SUPER RUSHED AT THE END SORRY

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Sweetophelia hadn't conceived her children with only duty in mind. Although Tsubodai's promises of Targaryen princes had been tempting, she had thought she had loved the former BloodClan Fourth Tier once. They had never been sister and brother - she had been the daughter of Domeric, the late BloodClan leader, while Tsubodai had been the son of Eurydice's legal husband, Prince Oberyn Martell. She had been born later and had been raised separately from her older siblings. In fact, the only one of her siblings Sweetophelia had ever truly considered a brother was likely Vienna. He had been Lorina's prince and heir, and it had been because of him that Sweetophelia had found herself in BlizzardClan in the first place. Tsubodai had been a temptation, handsome and so clever. But she had no fond feelings for him now - everything he did was to further power - either that of his branch of the family or for himself.


    "From me?" Sweetophelia smiled softly, pleased by Riddlersgame's apparent reassurance of lingering affection. "Those were exciting times we lived in - I don't think I was ever able to sit down and truly appreciate what I had - that included you, you know, your friendship and loyalty." She had been too busy climbing the ranks - both in BloodClan and BlizzardClan, the clan her father had once led and the clan she had grown to consider her home. She had wanted everything then, hadn't she? "But I want to look to the future now," she confessed, shifting slightly. "And I want to know if that future would include you." She turned to look at him, a meaningful gleam in her pale lilac eyes. "I'm not asking for marriage, but I'd like a small commitment - if you'd still have me after all this time, I'd like for a chance to properly love you." She didn't think that there was anyone who had ever loved her as he had. Her parents - adoptive or otherwise - had all faded from her life. Her family was non-existent and her sons were practically strangers. All of her old flames had been flings to pass the time. Riddlersgame had been the only true consistency in her life. But she didn't love him for loving her - her old steady affection for him had always been present ever since they were much younger children.


    No worries!


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    info | updated 12/12/2016

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 375px;][justify][font=andale mono]'From me?' Spoken in a different tone, Riddlersgame might have been quick to deny that that's what he meant, but the smile on the ragdoll's face and her manner of speaking just made his heart skip a beat. He had spent a lot of his time thinking Sweetophelia had always just considered him a friend, and nothing more, often discouraged by whatever relationship she had at the time, not to mention the difficulties his personality placed on approaching her about his feelings.


    Riddler's eyes, which had been shifting about since their conversation took this turn, had come to rest on her now, searching her light eyes eagerly. Watching, listening, hopeful of where she would steer her words but almost not believing they would go that direction. After all this time, all this waiting and pining - he had almost accepted that their relationship would go no further, despite how close they had come in the past. Indeed, those had been exciting times... both of them liked and respected in their positions, surrounded by people who were fond of them and a world of potential at their feet. Sweet, busier and more famed than almost anyone he had ever known. Yet, it had all ended, and so abruptly. He often found himself dwelling on those days, before Sweet had gone, before he cracked, and before he too had finally taken leave of Blizzardclan. Yet, both had returned now, and perhaps a new future was just waiting to happen.


    'I want to look into the future now. And I want to know if that future would include you.' Riddler, at this point, nearly blanked. His eyes widened, his eyebrows raised, and he stared, expression almost astounded, as she continued. She wanted commitment, she wanted love - God, he could give her that. He could give her everything he had, if that's what she wanted. I can't be bought, but I can be stolen with a glance. I'm worthless to one, but priceless to two. What did he say? How did he reply to that? Could mere words express the rush of emotions that had just overtaken him, if he could even identify all his feelings? He stood there, for just a moment, looking like he had just been given a problem he couldn't solve, before acting on the first impulse that came to him - he leaned forward and kissed her, eyes closed tight, as though afraid to see the results of his actions.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Sweetophelia had watched Riddlersgame carefully, her smile never quite faltering. Although she was assured of his past and current affections for her, admittedly there had been some small part of her that had been concerned of the possibility that he would rebuke her invitation to formally start up a romantic relationship, considering it was not too long ago that he had asked to be friends "again". They had known one another for so long and he had had to wait for her for almost just as long that Sweetophelia was almost anticipating the possibility that she would be rejected. Pride had been in play when she had grown to distaste Tsubodai and his casual partners. In her paranoia, it seemed possible that Riddlersgame would have grown to quietly resent her for waiting until now to openly return his affection, that it was possible that she might have become a "bad idea" in his mind. But it seemed that whenever those paranoid concerns arose, Riddlersgame was quick to reassure her otherwise.


    Her pale eyes fluttered softly - it felt almost as if they were caught in a fairytale moment when he kissed her. Sweetophelia had never felt so happy before as she was now, certainly not when she was entrusted to be Feliks' vice-leader in BlizzardClan nor when she was finally accepted with trust into the BloodClan community by friends such as Melantha and Pollux. This was different, it felt personal and so vividly real. She couldn't always understand her own feelings but she knew how she felt, and she was ecstatic with joy now. Gently pulling away as the kiss ended, Sweetophelia brushed her cheek against his shoulder in a last affectionate gesture. "I think I've always loved you." Since the moment they had met, when they were but children and her interest in him was a young, child-like infatuation that had become more slowly over time.
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