(Written with the players of Tarvasha and Thes'salia, with gratitude! This takes place before both "Forging A New Path" and "The Mage Tower" but was delayed because of the nature of collaborations.)
Jon Chess, private detective and renowned Agent of Cheese entered the newly-opened Lost Hearts Cafe ((Which is based, in-game, in Goldman's' Cafe)) in the district of Boralus called Upton Borough, home to haughty nobles and the wealthy elite of Kul’tiran society.
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| Upton Borough |
Jon and Tarvasha had been acquainted since their meeting at Stilettos, a now-defunct "gentleman's club" in the Elwynn Forest near Stormwind. Jon had enjoyed watching her dance and had followed her as her employment and circumstances had changed. She had recently opened the doors to the Lost Hearts Cafe, and Jon was intent on supporting her in her new business; while not precisely "on the way" from his apartment above the Scribes and Nobles bookshop in the Hook Point district to his de facto "office" in the Curious Octopus Tavern in the Mariner's Row district, but she deserved his patronage and support.
"Good morning, Tar!" Jon said, smiling in what he thought was a charming manner. "Everything ready?" Jon had arranged for a private parlor so that he could meet with his confessor, the Ren'dorei priest named Thes'salia Dharkgrove. It had been some time since Jon's last confession, but Boralus did not yet have a church dedicated to the worship of the Light.
Thes'salia was slightly shorter than most Ren'dorei, with bright purple hair with its streaks of platinum blond, a remnant of her former existence as a Sin'dorei. Tendrils of the Void sometimes rested upon her shoulders. She had te toned, supple body of a dancer, and full, high breasts that seemingly defied gravity. Jon knew she had a penchant for feminine, frilly lingerie, and always wondered what was worn under her priestly robes.
Tarvasha nodded and led Jon to the parlor. It was a comfortable room, with a small table and set of chairs. A carafe of coffee and Suramar Spiced Tea had been prepared, and there was a plate of small pastries and cookies, freshly baked. Jon paid Tarvasha, and both of them returned to the entrance. Jon ordered some coffee, doctored it with cream, and sat to await Thes'salia. When she arrived, he led her upstairs to the parlor, ushering her inside.
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| Thes'salia Darkgrove |
Jon smiled at the formality, even while appreciating the appropriateness of it. "My name is Jonathan Chess," he replied.
"About what may I help you to unburden yourself?" she asked.
Jon sat down on the chair, facing away from Thessalia; he had no desire to see her reactions to his recitation fo sins and faults. "Recently, my fiance, a Ren'doei woman named Zane Grimsky, faked her own death on a mission, letting me think she was dead. The illusion of her demise didn't last long, but it hurt me deeply - first, the pain of having sent her on a mission that led to her death compounded the feelings of loss, with the additional anguish of having been the one who sent her to her death, Shortly thereafter, I found that she had faked her death and run to escape an old enemy from her past and that she had let me think her dead to somehow keep me safe... Either way, the pain and loss has filled me with despair and anger. I feel like I am angry, seethingly furious, all the time."
Thes'salia listened to him hearing the way his voice sounded both hurt and angry all at the same time. She refilled his tea, walking around to face him, pulling an ottoman towards him as she handed him the drink. Taking a seat on the backless chair as she then smoothed out her robes while composing her thoughts on the matter folding her hands in her lap she gave him a compassionate look. "That certainly is quite an issue. It seems the foundations of your relationship might be upon unstable ground. I mean there was the reason for protecting you from an old enemy of hers, that is quite a caring gesture on her part. Though you, yourself are a witty and most cunning of shadow walkers, who might have been able to end them quite easily."
Jon smiled weakly, looking up at Thess from his downcast head. "Holy One," he said, formally, "You are amazingly tactful, but let us not mince words - I am a very effective assassin for the Alliance. I understand the intent of her misleading me - but Fel-be-damned, am also insulted. I have devised and executed very effective plans against Horde spell-casters - and that is what this renegade is, at the end of the day - a jumped up Sin'dorei with delusions of superiority. Do you have any idea how many of those I've put in the ground, personally?" The anger started boiling up, hot and violent, but carefully controlled - Jon was a professional, after all.
Thess gently placed a hand on his looking to him as she listened to him. She nodded as he spoke; she knew his mind was as sharp as the daggers he wielded. She knew that he was also as agile as the very panthers of Stranglethorn Vale. Hearing this anger in his voice was certainly new to her since she had only known the charming and witty Jon as of recently.
"I am certain you've placed many of my kin in the ground and they probably deserved it since they managed to find their way on to your list of ones to be taken care of. She certainly should have come to you with this issue of an old enemy who had come back from the Abyss. You both could have strategized quite the plan to end him rather quickly." Thess leaned in, smiling. "I do hope you don't mind, but I will be borrowing that description you so eloquently put."
Jon looked a little shamefaced as he remembered that the Ren'dorei were, for the most part, former Sin'dorei. "Oh, feel free to steal anything I say - it's not like I ever expect them back..." he said, smiling with what he hoped was a disarming grin. "I apologize, I didn't mean to go on and on about it... I just wanted to explain to you why I feel so angry, but that is not my confession." Jon frowned, getting to the blunt truth of the matter. "My sin was... well, the other day I mistreated a woman because of my anger, taking her without any tenderness, without any feelings of affection, just... took her. I used her mouth with less regard I would show a courtesan... I fucked her mouth and throat like a cunt, and then stripped her of her clothes and make her orgasm relentlessly, spreading her wide and fisting her until she came repeatedly, until she collapsed from exhaustion. Then I pulled out of her mouth and spent my seed on her face and breasts."
"I treated her horribly, and the worst part... is that she thoroughly enjoyed it, it was like her tonsils had a direct line to her clitoris. She spent herself when I called her my cumslut whore; it was like such behavior set her on fire, even as I was mortified that I could mistreat her so".
Her jaw dropped hearing him describing what he had done to a woman, even though she had heard many a varied combination of things done while lost in the realm of passion and desire. She licked her lips, leaning over to pour herself a glass of water. She took a deep sip and cleared her throat a little. "Well, there is the thing with that, Jon. It might have been her fantasy to be such and you were providing her a release just as you were receiving a release as well. Was that act consensual? If so then they wanted you to gain as much pleasure from them as they were gaining from you." She then gently patted his hand looking to him. "We all have desires and itches that yearn to be taken care of, you shouldn't feel bad for yours."
Jon looked at her with mingled horror and gratitude. "Well, yes... of course. Clearly, she was enjoying herself - thank the Light!" Jon grinned at the thought of thanking the Light that his potential victim had enjoyed... had craved being treated that way. "But I cannot help wondering, asking myself whether or not I would have acted any differently if she hadn't. Jon looked away, blushing from shame. Once upon a time, he had done similar things upon request to bed partners - but only when they had made it clear that they had wanted him to. He had been able, in the past, to blame his other identity, "the Rook" for those urges he had so callously satisfied, but now he had nobody but himself to blame.
"Jon, the light can be found in even the darkest of places." Placing the glass of water down beside her on the floor she rested her hands down upon the sides of the ottoman, she then turned his head to face hers looking into his eyes. She sensed his shame in what he had just verbally wondered shaking her head. "I am certain you would have acted honorably Jon if she hadn't wanted you to treat her as such. I don't believe you are that cruel to take pleasure from one who might say no."
"That is nice of you to say... but we'll never be able to be sure, can we?" Jon said, sounding sad and disappointed in himself. "Fortunately for me, that is the worst of it... although I did... ah... indulge in a bit of the Sin'dorei art of Shibari last night... the things one finds oneself learning so as to be able to fit in while disguised in Silvermoon." Jon chuckled. "Not sure that rises to the level of needing absolution, though..." Jon grinned, remembering the delighted surprise on the face of his Ren'dorei partner when he had used Shal'dorei Silk rope to make a diamond harness.
((I really want to go into detail of how to tie up a lover in a diamond rope harness dress, suitable for wearing all day under clothes, but I need to consult my notes at home. Finding opportunities to practice are a bitch to find./ Note to self - try and locate a rope bunny for practice))
"Well absolution is universal, darling. I can take your vice usage into account in my many prayers for you." She laughed softly thinking on how many she had consulted who had addictions to various vices in her time at the Sunwell. Some she had managed to guide in recovery, some... not. She sighed a little, thinking of the ones she had lost. They were also among the many of her prayers when she visited the monastery these days.
"I will spare you the recitations of mission-related killing, as we already know what I do for a living, and for whom..." Jon said. "And I am happy - and a little surprised - that I have only killed 37 people for personal reasons, since my last confession. And most of those were self-defense... I have interaction with Scrimshaw Gang members on a regular basis, it seems." Jon refrained from mentioning how many of those "incidents" Jon had provoked into them becoming "self-defense".(
"That is quite impressive, in that it's rather lower than expected. I suppose, given the season, the need for work might be a bit low these days. But you are free to discuss the details if you wish." Thess then leaned back to him resting her elbows on her knees picking up her glass again taking a slow sip while looking to him "I am always interested in your line of work be it your cheese dealings or those of more hidden circumstances." (
"Oh, well... cheese dealings are boring, really... and some of the other things I may not talk about, like client cases," Jon said, embarrassed by Thessalia's interest. "Some things are not my secret to tell."
Thess nodded though she was rather surprised to see him appear embarrassed by her wish to learn more of his work. She considered his absolution carefully as she bit her lower lip glancing at her bookshelf as an idea began to form in her mind. "Two things before giving you what you must do to cleanse your soul; first, I asked for details cause really I don't get all that many interesting people coming in for confession these days. The biggest crime I've gotten has been some farmer stealing his neighbor's seed harvest for their own needs." She shrugged laughing softly at that crime. "Secondly. how long were you and this woman losing yourselves to the bliss of pleasure?"
"Well, then I will have to start asking you out for coffee outside of confession, and tell you stories," Jon said with a smile. "I just had never thought to... impose upon your time and patience." Jon blushed a little before answering the second question. "I was not checking time, but I want to say somewhere on the order of three hours, give or take? Once I got into it... I didn't really worry about my own satisfaction, or rather I took emotional satisfaction from proving that it was not my performance as a love that drove my ex-girlfriends away." Jon laughed. "I used to think it was the Rook that drove them away, but now that he and I are... integrated... I guess I have nothing and nobody to blame for my failed relationships except my won personality."
"Alright... so thirty-seven kills and three hours of carnal bliss," Thess smirked looking to him as she thought more on his absolution, the smirk on her face turned almost into a Cheshire Cat-like grin as she laughed softly. "Well, I think you might be spending a month and seven days or nights aiding the priests in the Cathedral mending the wounds of those injured. I'm more than certain a man of your immense knowledge and skill knows how to mend injuries. For the cardinal bliss three nights reading bedtime stories to children in the Stormwind Orphanage."
Jon smiled. "Thes'salia, I am certified as an Alliance Trauma Medic, trained in Theramore. And I already read stories to the orphans in Stormwind a few times a month as it is!" Jon grinned. "Its a shame I have not been able to bank things against future sins!"
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