PUT YOUR CHARMS AROUND ME — RIDDLERSGAME

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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]A few days had passed since her injury, and Sweetophelia was recovering well, albeit slowly. She wasn't much in the mood for vigorous activity, and it helped that her powers of teleportation greatly aided in her travels - be they short or far. It was evening, and her sons had been left at home with an NPC clanmate who had volunteered to babysit. In all the drama of the recent weeks, the new position, and the constant pressures of leadership, Sweetophelia couldn't help but feel that she was neglecting her personal relationships - especially that with her boyfriend, Riddlersgame.


    The birth of her sons had been an exciting development of course, and Sweetophelia tried to dedicate as much as time as she could to her two boys, even after taking leadership so quickly after their birth. But that left little personal time for her relationship with Riddlersgame. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time they had spent a day or night together. Sweetophelia did not want their relationship to become dull and monotonous, an apparent fate for many couples after having children.


    So she had cleared her schedule for the day and sent a quick message to the Paladin, requesting that he would meet her in a secluded area of the forest. Sweetophelia was already seated, waiting at a small table lit by candlelight. There was a dark bottle of Dornish strong wine and plates of vegetation and cooked meat set out across the round table.
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    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 375px;][font=andale mono][align=justify]Riddlersgame had been deeply troubled by the attack on Sweetophelia. More troubled, perhaps, than the leader herself had been, though certainly not in the same way. The Paladin was terrified at the thought of losing his girlfriend, and he would not allow for anyone to take her away from him. Since then, he had been trying to think of a way he could identify her attacker and make sure they would never pull anything like that again.


    Obsessive as he was, he was pleased at the excuse for a break from his thoughts and a chance to spend time with the leader. It seemed they rarely had a quiet moment together these days, with their duties, Sweet's extra responsibilities as leader, and their sons taking up all their time. A night out, just the two of them, would be beneficial.


    So he had happily followed the instructions of the message, finding himself in a quiet area of the territory where Sweet had set up a rather pleasant scene. He had taken the time beforehand to gather up a small bouquet of flowers, varying in color, which was gripped in his jaws as he approached. It seemed a small gesture in comparison to what she had set up.


    Placing them carefully on the table, he gave the ragdoll a small though affectionate kiss on the cheek before assuming his seat, curling his tail neatly across his paws. "This is a lovely setup," he commented, somewhat pointlessly, before meowing as he spotted the wine, "Did you know that the oldest wine production sight was found in Armenia and is dated at about 4100 BC?" As he spoke, he reached for the bottle, pouring a small amount into first Sweet's glass and then his own. He didn't remember where he read that, or why he told her, but now she knew.


    [spoiler=tags]GENERAL
    -Riddlersgame Nygma
    -Male
    -Domestic tabby
    -Bisexual
    -Paladin
    -Taken
    PHYSICAL
    -Tall, skinny brown tabby with white paws and a small smudge of white on his chest. His eyes are green/brown and he wears rectangular black glasses.
    PERSONALITY
    -Intelligent
    -Odd
    -Awkward
    -Loyal
    -Friendly
    -Polite
    -Obsessive
    -Compulsive
    -Unpredictable
    -Unstable
    INTERACTION
    -Hard physically
    -Currently medium mentally, due to mental issues
    -Attack in #00FF00
    -No maim or kill
    -Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
    RELATIONSHIPS
    -½ of Swiddler
    -Mentoring Pierce
    OTHER
    -Mentally unstable
    -Split personality disorder/Schizophrenia results in Ed, a 'darker' version of Riddler - Ed gives him bad ideas, speaks in his head, and occasionally manifests as a hallucination.

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Looking up as her boyfriend approached the table, Sweetophelia delighted in the sight of him. Although they had been formally dating for a few months now, even bringing two sons into the world, she was still very much in love with him. But the Targaryen remained ever aware of the fact that at any moment she could possibly still lose him. Life was never certain by any measures. She could never truly be guaranteed his everlasting affection, nor he hers. Relationships needed attention, not neglect. And even death could just as easily take one of them away any day. But now was not the time to dwell on unhappy hypotheticals.


    "For me?" Her purple eyes ran over the colourful array of flowers, inhaling in their sweet scent. "They're beautiful, thank you," she expressed, her pale eyes running back up to meet his greens. Smiling as he kissed her, she leaned back in her seat, her gaze running over him more carefully now. He didn't look much different from when she had last seen him (just a day prior), and that observation was confirmed by the sudden bit of trivia that left his mouth. Amused, her brows rose.


    "I certainly did not," she confirmed, nodding a silent thanks as he poured her a glass. "Did you know that this strong wine was imported from Dorne?" Mouth remaining in an upward curve, the tall Ragdoll took a long sip of the dark red liquid. "It's very sweet," she remarked with a note of satisfaction. "My step-father was the Prince of Dorne once, you know." Prince Oberyn Martell. He had already been married to her mother when Sweetophelia and the rest of her siblings were conceived of the union between the High Queen and the BloodClan leader, Domeric. But theirs had been an open marriage - an arrangement Sweetophelia could never comprehend. She would simply get too jealous.


    "You've visited Westeros before, haven't you?" To relay the news of her succession to the leadership of BlizzardClan? "But I don't suppose that you traveled very far inward." Westeros had a smaller population, but their land mass remained expansive. "We should visit them again sometime - maybe take the boys with us too. I've been meaning to pay Jaehaerys a visit." Her mouth quirked downwards in a brief display of displeasure. "He never did come to personally deliver to me the news of his engagement, but news travels fast. He became engaged to the two BloodClan queens - both of them, Amour and Evangeline."

    Sweetophelia was delighted to welcome Amour as her daughter-in-law, but she felt strange at the idea of Evangeline becoming the same. After all, Evangeline was the same age she was, and they had in fact been promoted to Second Tier and Third Tier together in BloodClan. "Unfortunately Amour's died recently - murdered apparently." By the same animal who had assaulted Sweetophelia herself. "I hope the engagement won't be called off." Jaehaerys had invested much time in wooing them both.
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