Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

Her callused hands were rough against his palms, though the half fae’s hands had become coarser as the years passed by. As they stepped through the roads of the extended estates, under purple sky, the gentle music and chattering of the various estates accompanied them. 

“I really am so sorry,” Adam whispered, his fingers intertwining with hers. “I should have spent more time with you.”

Vonda smiled slightly, the woman brushing along her husband’s knuckles with her thumb, feeling the ridges between his bones. “It’s okay.”

“I just…”

“I know.”

Adam pulled his wife towards him, his large arms swallowing her whole as the half elf hid her from the world, As they hugged, he brushed his cheek against hers, nuzzling against her neck, his breath tickling her skin, taking in her light scent. “I’m so lucky to have you, Vonda.”

“Yes,” the woman replied confidently, revealing where Jirot found her confidence. “You are so lucky.”

“If… there’s ever an issue, let me know.”

“An issue?” Vonda replied, tilting her head slightly, allowing her husband to plant a firm kiss against her exposed neck, the woman reaching up to his shoulders, keeping him at bay.

“Just… if you feel sad or anything like that. If you need to talk about whatever, you can speak with me, or Pam, obviously, and Aunt Sonarot.”

“I know.” Vonda reached up to brush his cheek gently, wondering where this was coming from, but not worried enough to ask. 

“Right, you can speak with Dunes too, you couple of Priests, you.”

“Yes. Fortunately, there is someone who listens to me without causing a mess.” Vonda smirked up at her husband, her eyes twinkling with mischief. 

“It’s not an issue, but… Dunes is a handsome guy, so I might be a little jealous if you keep sneaking out with him.”

Vonda’s brows shot upwards, the woman slapping her husband’s arm gently, only managing a gasp as her mind raced, her heart pounding within her chest, her cheeks becoming almost as red as their third son. 

Adam cackled at his wife, pulling her in close, almost pinning her against a wall as he kissed her passionately, their lips crushing together, their tongues exchanging greetings. Adam broke the kiss, and though liquid courage flowed through his veins, the half elf kept most of what little wits he had about him. “I guess if you two keep sneaking off, it’ll give me a reason to show you just how much I love you?”

“Adam!” Vonda glared at the half elf, her face strained with anger, annoyance, and the other kind of annoyance which only Adam could rile up. She grabbed the half elf’s face, keeping it at bay as the half elf tried to kiss her face and neck. “You are the one leaving for months at a time!” 

“Yes, but it’s not fair! How many women are there in the world who are as beautiful as you? How many of them aren’t related to me?” Adam complained, rocking from side to side with his wife within his arms, only gently pushing against her hand. 

“There are many beautiful flowers blooming in Floria, and there is an eternal dawnval upon the land.” Vonda could feel those strong arms around her, those which had grown since they had first met. “In Aswadasad, there are many beautiful women, as there are stars in the night sky.”

“Is there anything more beautiful than the rose known as Vonda, she who bloomed under the full moon?” Adam whispered against her ear.

Vonda flushed a deeper red, her brows raising further, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, the warmth spreading all through her. 

Adam blinked, sobering from how decent his words were. However, when it came to his wife, words slipped through his lips so easily, as easily as others bullied him. 

The pair remained in silence for a long moment, trying to gather themselves, in case they made a mistake in public.

“Anyway…” Adam cleared his throat. “I’m a one woman kind of guy. My heart. My body. My everything.”

“How will you deal with your urges?” Vonda joked, glad the half elf didn’t push her further, otherwise she might have allowed certain liberties for her husband. 

“I’ll only cheat on you with my right hand, and if I want to feel special, I’ll use my le-,”

“Adam!” Vonda gasped, very quickly dispelling any reasons to allow her husband to seduce her, the woman slapping his arm again, though grabbing his bicep to steady herself, which quickly ignited something else. 

Adam laughed, flexing his arm for his wife, causing her to grow a deeper shade of red. “You never have to worry about my, my love. Especially thanks to this tattoo.”

“Are you certain?” Vonda replied, trying to beat Adam in his own game, but she could barely think. ‘How am I like this without a drop of wine?’

“I can’t do it, and you can’t do it either. It’s really that simple, my darling.” Adam rubbed his forehead against hers, allowing her to feel the slight coarseness of the tattoo brushing along her skin, which remained wrinkled with annoyance. 

Vonda was about to reply, but he disarmed her with the intense look in his eyes, the kind of intensity she hadn’t seen in a very long time. She flushed coyly, the woman slowly wrapping her arms around his muscular neck, feeling his broad back with her hands. “Of course, my darling.”

“Adam,” called a voice from along the wind.

Adam’s entire body jolted as he sobered up, his head darting to the side, his eyes wide and like a deer which had been caught by an Iyrman. 

Tanagek’s eyes darted to Chosen, bowing his head in thanks since it felt too awkward for him to call out to Adam. “Adam, I wish to clash blades with you.”

“I can’t believe you would…” Adam whispered, his cheeks burning bright red, the half elf glad that the Iyr’s shirt fell down quite some ways. “Why do you want to fight me?”

“I want to feel the weight of your axe.”

“Please don’t say that in a situation like this,” the half elf replied with a groan, reaching up to his forehead, covering his eyes. “What does that even mean?”

“I wish to confirm your strength with my own body.”

“Alright, alright, stop saying it like that!” Adam shot back, glancing down at his wife, who was trying to compose herself. “I’m not gay!”

Vonda’s eyes grew wet, the woman beginning to laugh and cry, slapping her husband across his chest lightly, before sobbing into his chest, unable to contain her laughter.

Adam brushed the tears away from her eyes, winking down at her. “Alright. I’ll let you head back, and I’ll be back in a little while.”

“I wish to watch,” Chosen said.

“Yeah, I’m going to need a witness with what I’m about to do to Tanagek.”

‘Hmm?’ the pair of Iyrmen thought.

“How dare you interrupt my alone time with my wifey, you bas-, bra-, punk!” Adam stumbled over his words, not wishing to offend Tanagek too deeply, or sound like his grandfather. ‘Damn it! This so embarrassing.’ 

Tanagek led the half elf away, with Chosen bowing his head to Vonda respectfully, following along. 

“It must be important if you needed to interrupt me with my wife, and on my day off of all times,” Adam said.

“I am sorry, but the thought had taken my heart.”

Vonda returned to the extended estate, where the children tried to find their father, but Vonda informed them of what happened.

“Fighting?” Lanarot asked, her eyebrows shooting up in expectation.

“Yes.”

Lanarot waited, trying to melt Vonda’s heart with her puppy dog eyes, but Vonda brushed the girl’s hair. 

‘Tanagek,’ Jurot thought, letting out a sigh. ‘Okay.’

As the last evening of dawnval passed, many enjoyed their time. There were those in the Front Iyr who were enjoying the festival, from Fred, who played with George, to Bilal, who did his best to deal with the devilkin twins who complained loudly, wishing for more peppers, and Rick, whose heart remained unsettled due to the fortune that was the United Kindom. 

Jane sat, staring at the magical blade she had been lent. She had barely joined and yet had been gifted a magical blade? ‘Huh?’

Bael yawned, stretching out his arm and back. ‘I thought the old lady would want to come and speak with me since…’

For a moment he thought about starting a fight for the end of the festival, but he ended up tossing a bottle and zapping it with lightning, laying within his estate. 

Meanwhile, at the Main Iyr, a pair sat down together to drink for the end of dawnval. 

“You should go visit your sister,” Timojin said, having not yet seen Amokan leave to see her.

“I will go see her once I am Chief,” Amokan replied, almost hissing out in pain. 

“I asked Tanagek to plant flowers.”

Amokan smiled. “Thank you.”

“Should we also explore Aswadasad?”

“Our tales have intertwined enough.”

“It would be fun.”

Amokan let out a groan, almost seduced by the prospect. “They will use it against me when I try for the Chief position.”

Timojin let out a low growl. “Tanagek has requested a fight from Adam.”

“What?” Amokan asked, dropping the bottle of wine, which crashed against the floor and spilled liquid crimson all over the floor. “When?”

“It must be over now,” Timojin replied.

“Why did you not tell me?”

“You did not wish to fight me this entire week,” Timojin said, reaching for his blade, and the pair turned red with rage as they danced together. 

At the end of dawnval, there was no rain, but small blasts of lightning shot upwards, and within a particular field, thunder rumbled. 

Romance? In my Demon Lord bullies her father simulator?