"Well done, corvo! I doubt a dozen solo could have done it better. Sokolov's knowledge will enable us to strike at the Lord Regent directly, and ultimately help you get your life back. Soon, we won't have to hide in the shadows."
Havelock and martain stand at the bow, greeting corvo and Samuel as the two exit the parked boat.
Corvo demasks himself, storing it inside the coat for safe keeping's.
"The Royal Physician is brilliant, but he was a fool to protect the Lord Regent. If Sokolov gave us the elixir, the war machines - he could have made us a great nation. But now he pays the price for siding with a tyrant.
You have my thanks, sir. If you wish to get some sleep, now would be as good of a time than any."
Havelock gives his piece before walking of, taking overseer Martain with him- the man himself not speaking a single word.
'Well, I suppose I better go check in Emily before eating, bathing and then going to sleep.'
And so he does so, scaling to the top of the tower where Emily's room is held. Walking in he catches sight of the two. Emily writhing anxiously in her sleep with Callista to her side- comforting the little girl.
"Please, be as quite as you can. It took forever for Emily to get to sleep…. Poor dear. It's okay, Emily, I'm here."
Callista whispers to corvo while speaking soothingly to the whispering Emily.
Corvo just looks at the scene, at his daughter, sad that her dreams to are so plagued with nightmares. So he does what any parent would do.
Approaching the young girls bedside, he kneels down and gently caresses her hair in a caring manor- giving her a brief forehead kiss.
"Goodnight, Emily."
Corvo whispers gently into her ear, finally allowing the restless girl peace in her dreams, putting an end to her nightmares.
Callista herself gapes at the scene. This is not the sight of a lord protector and his charge. But an image of a farther, comforting his daughter.
"Corvo… are yo-"
"Not now, Callista. Not now."
She respects his privacy and drops the matter, even with it being one of the biggest conspiracy's in dunwall.
"Anyway, I'll be leaving now to get washed and fed so I'll see you in the morning. Good night."
Corvo says his peace leaving through the same way he entered.
"Good night, corvo."
Callista speaks softly, whispering to corvos departing form with a cloudy look covering her eyes…
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{corvo POV}
Sitting at a desk in my room, I quickly scran down the food in front of me like a starving beast.
This piece of luxury is a classic composed of a nice slice of stale bread along with some tinned… yeah I don't know what is in this can… and I don't want to.
But after being regularly starved for days at a time and only being fed either moldy or half rotten food, probably as a form of mental torture, I can Appreciate even a meal like this.
Looking back on my life as Luke though makes me see how privileged I was back then. I took for granted the fact I always, well not always as I wasn't made of money, but the majority of the time I had steady access to food.
Probably the reason why I was quite chunky haha.
Anyway, I quickly finish my food-in a heart beat you could say and turn myself to face my collection of trophies, bases in the corner of the room.
A full set of high overseer uniform with its accompanying mask, a full set of whaler assassin equipment, a guard uniform and a bottle street gang uniform. All fitted to mannequins made by Pierro.
…I know it's fucked up. I mean really fucked up.
Not only did I kill people, but I looted their corpse to near nakedness. Not even leaving them with all their dignity attached.
And I do feel sorry for that. But the inner loot goblin inside me refuses to let go of any collectible item.
I also washed them as well, even if I wouldn't wear them- just to be clean as people these days barely wash.
Along with the clothing is loads of weaponds. And when I mean loads, I mean it. Swords, guns, enough grenades to blow my room to smithereens etc etc. and of course a but load of ammo.
All of then either thrown around in the corner, hung up or stored in crates for better preservation.
Just knowing I have looted so much just tickets my brain in the right says and hoarding it all in one place like a dragon makes it so much better.
….yeah, I know I have problems.
But anyway, let's forget about the unimportant stuff and move on.
I get up from my glorious throne and head down to the bathroom a couple floors below.
I asked… Lydia I think her name is? To draw a bath for me since it's not as convenient as twisting a tap to draw water In this world.
And walking into the room I can see it has been finished. A freshly drawn and steaming bath leave before my eyes. Thank you very much, maid lady who u definitely rembered the name of.
But before getting in, I obviously take the rest of my clothes off- already having left all my equipment in my room. Then I threw the rest of my clothes In a washing basket before scrubbing myself with a wet cloth, washing off dried blood, both my own and foreign, as well as excess dirt that I had picked up throughout the day.
Then after unwrapping my puncture/burn wounds and cleaning them, I submerge myself into the hot water.
"Haaaaaaaaaah."
A sigh of contentment leaves me as the tension finally drains from my shoulders.
It has been a busy and stressful day. But a productive one nonetheless.
Saving Emily.
Killing of those dipshit pendletons.
Kidnapping Anton Sokolov.
And acquiring a shit load of money.
With said money I should be able to upgrade all my gear to max, potentially even further than in the game since this is undoubtedly reality, and also get pierro to make some of my new gear.
And with all the new runes and powers I unlocked, I will be able to reach an even high scale of power- something I will need to take out the bastard daud.
On the topic of powers though, I have discovered that they are more versatile to the game counterpart.
I feel as if I have more freedom when using them. Well, not when I just acquired them. But when going into its depths, learning more about it I feel as if I can push more out of the ability more naturally.
For example, blink. In the game it is a serious of rapid forward movement that can barley be activated in quick succession, that is also only activated in the way you are looking. But me, after gaining more experience with it I can mysteriously blink in all directions, even without sight. Yes, obviously not as far or even as smoothly but that is getting increasingly better as I develop something like a new sense- or more accurately an improved sense of spatial awareness.
This also grants me other benefits with fighting and dodging in general, as well as overall improved to my mobility. Said mobility is further enhanced by my agility power creating a sort of chain tbe connects them.
And that's it. Some of the powers also effect each other as well as to overall aspects of my life.
Another example being whirlwind blast. Not only is it essentially wind manipulation, but it feels as if the more I use it, the better and stronger it gets. Sort of like using runes to upgrade powers , but solely through training.
So for the rest of this… 'story'… I have decided to try and get all abilities I can from my mark instead of upgrading my main ones so I can have them all.
Of course I won't not use the runes if I have an excess of then, but it will be more beneficial to train up the powers myself to also gain more experience to their use and upgrades.
Now enough of my rambling. There's apparently something to address.
"Hello? Can I help you."
I call out, dark vision revealing a presence behind the bathroom door.
In my eyes the figure is startled from her position of peeking through the keyhole, but isn't actually too embarrassed.
She opens the door revealing a beautiful women with big bright eyes, long dark silky smooth hair and a curvy mature figure. If only slightly malnourished, but hey aren't we all in these trying times.
She walks in slowly, her hips swayinh with intention as she turns around, exposing her slim back towards me-closing the door.
As she turns back around, I notice what looks to be a sort of damp patch by her bottom half of her nightgown, remnants of the liquid sliding down her smooth unblemished plump thighs.
I had never noticed it before, with all of her constantly inside a restrictive maid uniform hiding all of her assets, but damn is she thicc…
"…Callista? What are you going here?"
"Corvo…"
She huskily breaths out my name as if grasping out for more air as her breath turns shorter…and hotter. She then turns again, her meaty breasts swaying gently with each movement. Two twin protrusion pointing out, almost drawing my eyes there on instinct.
She dosent say anything more, she Just keeps walking over in that same seductive prance, as if drawing me in with her movemts, her eyes slowly gaining more and more resolve as if emboldened by my lustful gaze.
"Corvo… I.. would like to join you for your bath, to do my duties and clean you. Would that be adequate?"
Callista suddenly speaks as she draws even closer, eyes locked into a stare, gazing into mine while saying something outrageous.
But my mind is completely frozen, stuck inside a silent battlefield I don't even comprehend. But my body answers for me with a nod, seeking a comfort I didn't even know I yearned for.
A smile blooms onto the women's face. Dropping down her night gown in an instant of my answer of agreement, the almost see through lingerie like dress falling from her shoulders alluringly, dropping onto the floor with a small thud.
*splash*
I don't even get time to comprehend the existence of the glorious knockers in front of my eyes before she dips her feet straight into the bath, promptly climbing in. Not settling in on the other side of my body, no. She climbs directly onto me. Her soft legs wrapped either side of mine, sitting directly onto my lap.
And it's at moments like this when I'm reminded that I'm not truely corvo.
He would of not only quickly refused the women settling in on top of him, cuddling up to my body, but he also wouldn't have frozen up like a haples virgin.
The man himself being some sort of playboy in his younger years before getting with jessamine.
…Jessamine.
The rising stiffness of an object that will not be named quickly settles back into flaccidity from the rise of negitive emotions.
Thinking of her.. it hurts, for reasons I can't understand. Her death loops in my mind on a consistent bases even though I only knew her for minutes at most. Yearning for the touch, the company, hell even to merely feel the presence of a random person haunts my every moment of waking hours. That understanding, that confusion only serves as fuel to aid the disassociation of my identity into another's.
Though I'm brought out of it by a warm pressure colliding softly against my lips, short circuiting my collapsing brain and grounding me to the present moment.
"Corvo, I know you are in a lot of pain…I can see it in your eyes.."
She runs her hands along my torso as she softly speaks, tracing the gruesome scars across my body that tell of a story of non stop pain and suffering.
"Both with these… and in here."
Callista stops her caressing of my body, hand hand landing on my chest-right above my heart, her eyes watering and flowing down her beautiful face as if too release the emotions stuffed so deeply inside of me, only being able to escape from an outsider conduit.
"But you are not alone anymore. You have friends here-people you can trust, you have Emily who definitely needs the healthiest version of you… and you have me."
Her voice quietened to a whisper, her tears ceasing for her to speakdirectly into my ear, an erotic undertone pronounced in her voice while lifting her hips just enough to grind up against my lower regions.
"…please, let me help you forget the stress of everything, both from what's to come and from what has happened … even if only for tonight."
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{Narrator POV}
An hour eventually passes by, unnoticed by the duo who eventually made it back up to corvos room and continued the sensual tangling of their bodies.
Currently Callista lay atop corvo, her cheek resting against the man's grusomly scared chest- though the sight of his naked body only lights fire beneath the women's eyes seeing his war torn wounds, filling her with excitement…among other things.
But alas, she knew she couldn't stay any longer for her duties we're a pressing concern. With the fact the two of them had been together for many hours, troubles could have accrued in that time frame.
"Corvo… I better go, i need to be ready to attend to lady Emily for when she will need me, as well as to actually."
Callista speaks out quietly, almost in a whisper, eventually managing to tear her eyes away from his body and look into his eyes.
Vibrant Hazel eyes- coloured in many different ways. Pupils as black as an abyss, as still as the void but just as constant-reminding you, he is watching.
Callista finds herself seemingly lost every time she stares into them. Eyes that she so little emotion, but at the same time are so expressive that it changes his whole look depending on the emotions running through the man's brain.
But he contemplation is cut short as for the first time in hours, noise leaves his lips.
"Okay, Callista. Good night."
She smiles, giddiness dancing across her face. Her emotions peak so she lets it out in the only way she could.
Grabbing corvo by the face Callista plants a short but sloppy kiss right onto his lips. A small giggle escaping her while dressing herself and leaving through the door.
..
Corvo though just has a lost look plastered onto his face. Multiple contrasting emotions running through him simultaneously, but I'm the end they all lead to one place…
Post but clarity!
"Fuck."
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Word count: 2,543
A/N:
Chapter will slow down until winter break as I will be working all day all week. But I'll try to get a few chapters out a week. Thanks for reading!