Video Game Character Oneshots

Quillen x Veres (smut)

The room had an atmosphere of solomness as the robed council members sat down in front of the circular council table. The tension could be cut with a blade. Veres focused her mind back as she looked to Quillen, then the other Hands of Shadow council members, and opened her mouth to speak.

She was diligent and sought to always use the right words. "The Afata elf tribes are seeking to expand towards the north borders of the kingdom of Athanor." She paused and scanned the room, "They don't pose an imminent threat to us yet but will soon should we allow them to run amok."

"Such vile creatures..." Quillen spat, his works tinged with poison and disdain. "What do you propose, Amily-" he shook his head hastily, "-my sincere apologies, I meant Veres."

Veres felt herself grit her teeth, she slicked a strand of her red hair behind her ear. "Nothing, nothing at all. Just pretend I'm not here, pretend I'm invisible." Veres bit out, her crimson gaze burned with hatred and rage. She directed it to Quillen, her anger barreled towards him.

"Excuse me?" Quillen furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Why so hostile all of a sudden, little one?" Quillen lets out a good-natured, peal of laughter, his cerulean eyes which were like chips of ice darted over to Quillen.

His tone was gentle and diaphanous, innocent even. This enraged Veres even more, if that was a possibility at this point.

"Little one? Don't you dare mock me Quillen. I'm not a helpless girl anymore." Veres derided and followed it up by glaring at her mentor. Her chain-whip restlessly writhed by her side at this point, its wicked edge thirsted to lash out with fury.

Quillen's smile faded with her  fury-stricken words. "I'm not mocking you, Veres. I was a simple mistake. Must you be so offended? You posses such a short fuse. It's funny, you are truly just like Amily in so many ways..." Quillen alluded to the girl who ran away from the organization a few years ago and recounted his memories with her. A gentle grin spread across his lips.

Veres shot to her feet, her fist pounded down upon the dark-oak table to the surprise of the entire council.

"I hate you! How could you be so heartless?!" Veres spun on her heels and bolted from the room at breakneck speeds.

Quillen cleared his throat and gingerly stood up. "I'll go after her. Sorry for the scene we caused, council members." He felt his cheeks heat up in shame and embarrassment.

The council members all wordlessly glanced at Quillen as the elite assassin wordlessly slipped out of the room.

***

"I'm done. The assassination is complete."

"Is that so? You are indeed swift, just as swift as her."

That's one.

"That was a good spar. I look forwards to sparring again."

"It truly was quite extraordinary. You carry yourself like her..."

That would be two.

"I believe we need to create a diversion to allow you to circle behind the enemies to dispose of them."

"Splendid, this is a genius strategy. You think just like she did.

That makes three that she remembered off the top of her head. This time today, he even had to nerve to compare her to that traitor by name. Why must he compare her to Amily? Why must the only man she loves and has ever loved constantly hurt her like so?

Veres sucked in a shallow breath as she sits down on her bed. She hated this, she hated that she fell for him, someone who would never love her back for he was still infatuated with that traitor Amily.