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Mark recruitment & other information, fefw

Description: A traveling seer with more questions than answers. Always looking for new experiences.

Height: 5'7"

Birthdate: June 13

Age: ??? (Apparent age: mid-30s)

Faction: (None)

Likes: Adventure stories, Sightseeing, Wild animals, Sour flavors, Shady people

Supports:
Zarcone (A)
Mikaela (A)
Jasmine (A)
Gaitz (B)
Guzran (A)
Deitrich (B)
Esmeralda (A)
Leda (B)
Cai (C)
(TBD)

Starting class: Diviner, except in Cai's route, in which they join as a Troubadour

Recruitment

Cai's Route:
Support level 1
Renown level 8
Requires an advanced license and a horse

Leda's Route:
Support level 1
Renown level 2

Dietrich's Route:
Not Recruitable

Theodora's Route:
Support level 1
Renown level 2

Personal ability: Fated Recovery: if unit takes what would be fatal damage, chance of restoring 10 HP. Trigger % = 20

Level ability: Fated Savior: chance to nullify enemy attack against any unit in movement range. Trigger % = 5
Fated Savior+: Trigger % = 25

#mark #dagsion

( happy birthday, volke <3 )



#volke #mark

... he wanted attention #karel #mark

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02 - sparring (something far less soft)



03 - secret marriage (inheritance)



04 - arena (total victory)



05 - age gap (broadening discrepancies)



06 - watersports (all-purpose receptacle)



#fektdde #kinktober #karel #volke #mark

01 - polyamory #fektdde #kinktober #karel #volke #mark

hey I uh... I have a fire-- yeah it's like super bad #tellius #volke

someone wanted his own fanservice #volke #tellius

#starfox krystal doodle

#tellius #zihark quick dndoodle

a kind of devotion (nsfw)

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#karel #elibe

... well, y'know
 (nsfw)
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may clean this up more later into actually being something
#karel #elibe

nasir and volke in the same place really was something that got absolutely nothing at all done with it, huh...

(from a lil conversation with krad, hehe)

#volke #tellius

did some lil references of mark's various iterations, been wanting to do fullbodies of them for a while, especially the difference between tellius!mark and askr!mark


#mark

surprise, haha... colored it because I was feeling fancy <3 #tellius #volke

quick scene drawover... I think volke has his life much more together, though #tellius #volke

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June July F/O Wedding Month(s) Bingo 2026 Prompts
in partnership with krad <3

loads of fun with this, I have a few still in progress that I may update, but here's the masterlist of what we both worked on, works linked for what we completed, the prompts we didn't use struck out

elopement / cucking | proposal / ball (torture) and chain | partying / roleplay | wedding jitters / a/b/o | invitation / harem
jealousy rival / noncon | serenading / marking | interspecies / pregnancy | first look / dacryphilia | devotion / hidden vibrators
royalty au / TPE | bridal store/ praise kink | free space (sex pollen) | hair & makeup / shibari | platonic soulmates / body worship
first dance / abuse | meeting future selves / kink exploration | fighting for love / stocklholm syndrome | forbidden love / forcefem/masc | strange destination wedding / monsterfucking
secluded honeymoon / multiple orgasms | already married to someone else / incest | night before the wedding / free use | wedding crashing / wedding quickie | meal prep / orgy

... ehehe... just fuckin around... (very nsf fuckin w)

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#mark #volkerehide

Volke + Haar | fake support + base conversation

Shrugs, giving myself more shipping ammo lmao

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Haar: (zzz…)
Volke: (!!)
Volke: (…is he really sleeping? At a time like this? Wow. … And his wyvern too? Some people…)
Haar: (zzz…)
Volke: (The snoring…)
Volke: Eh… hey. You. Tempest.
Haar: (zzz…)
Volke: Unbelievable. … Heh. Let's see…
Volke: … … … there.
Haar: (zzz…)
Volke: … (it'll be funny)
Volke: (leaves)
Haar: …!! Wha–
Haar: Whoa. What's this– tied– ah, damn!!
Haar: Hey, buddy, you wanna just… open your mouth, so I can use your teeth to get this undone–
Haar: … … wow. Okay then.
Haar: … red cord… I've seen this before, but where…? Huh.
Haar: Some prank… yeah, yeah, let's mess with the guy trying to get in some winks…
Haar: (yawn) well, I guess I'm up.

B-rank
Haar: (…red cord… … that– on his belt…) Hey, you! This yours?
Volke: …!! (leaves)
Haar: Hold up, you're not getting away that easy–!! Barghest! Get him!
Volke: !! What?! Get your beast off me!
Haar: Hah! Caught you!
Volke: … so you have. Now what?
Haar: This cord. It's yours, isn't it?
Volke: Who wants to know?
Haar: Don't play coy, you tied me up!
Volke: …
Haar: …
Volke: …
Haar: … you're really not going to say anything, are you?
Volke: …
Haar: … look, I'm not mad. It's just rather audacious. I'm not always actually asleep. Sometimes, I just act like I am so people will leave me alone.
Volke: I also would rather people leave me alone.
Haar: So, don't go messing with people, maybe?
Volke: … noted.
Haar: That's it?
Volke: Did you want something else?
Haar: … um. Huh. I guess not.
Volke: Bye, then.
Volke: (leaves)
Haar: Oh– um. Bye?
Haar: … what's up with him?

A-rank
Haar: (zzz…)
Volke: … (is he really sleeping this time?)
Haar: (zzz…)
Volke: (poke, poke)
Volke: (…really?)
Haar: (zzz…)
Volke: (I'll just take something) –!!
Haar: Hah! Caught in the act!
Volke: …
Haar: You know… kinda reminds me of crows…
Volke: … … …
Haar: You're not even going to ask?
Volke: …
Volke: Fine, what about crows?
Haar: On the edge of the desert, there's these crows, they'll pull on the tails of animals like wolves and foxes, trying to get them to play.
Volke: I'm not a crow.
Haar: Anyone can see that. What, though, you want attention?
Volke: Why would I want that?
Haar: Ha, haha, that's what has me stumped. You're a weird guy.
Volke: … whatever. Let me go.
Haar: If I go back to sleep, are you gonna try to steal something else?
Volke: … no.
Haar: Mess with me more?
Volke: … hmph. No.
Haar: Hah, are you… … … never mind.
Volke: Yeah. That's all, then. Bye.
Volke: (leaves)
Haar: … oh boy. Haha… that guy. Hmm.
Volke: (alone) …
Volke: He has a firm grip…
Volke: Heh.

Base Conversation
4-Endgame-1
Getting Attention (⭐)
Volke: … you're awake. Weird.
Haar: Yeah. It's too tense to sleep…
Haar: …!!
Haar: Wait, wait, you?!
Volke: Me.
Haar: I didn't think I'd ever see you again.
Volke: … um. Well. I'm here.
Haar: Still bothering people?
Volke: Eh, just you.
Volke: …
Volke: …
Volke: Nevermind.
Haar: Wait, wait, what's that supposed to mean?
Volke: Nothing. Nevermind.
Haar: … would you just knock it off already?
Volke: … what–
Haar: You may be a weird guy, but… it's kind of… Uh. I dunno. It's not too bad. You can stop messing with me, regardless. You have my attention.
Volke: …
Haar: … You know, I've heard nobody's ever seen you sleep, and you look it. But, see, if you're with me? Nobody will bother you. I pick the best spots. Busy guy like you, I bet a nap sounds pretty nice right now, huh?
Volke: 500 gold.
Haar: What? I'm offering you something! You'd charge for–
Volke: Take it or leave it. 500 gold to just sleep.
Haar: What– … oh. Oh.
Volke: Heh. You understand.
Haar: I guess I do. Fine, I'll stay up a while.
Volke: Good.

#volke #haar #telliusrehide

quick thing for my mans

#karel #elibe

misc doodle dump incl rule 63!volke and some tiny!mark hehe


#volke #mark #tellius

put together a custom nendoroid for mr volke <3

parts list:
1528 - gojo upper body
624 - karamatsu crossed arms
1706 - felt knife with sheath
607 - en yufuin hair
1451 - rin shima (touring ver.) legs
custom faceplate from goodsmile

paints (jusart 48-color acrylic marker er):
S - black - jacket/sleeves
Y209 - earth yellow - boots
R211 - pearl white - steel toes
NG271 - medium grey - pants
R128 - raspberry purple - gloves
Y206 - gray brown - hair

before:



complete:



🩷😘

#volke #tellius

little smut set in /ncd au...

1107 words | volkemark | dirty talk, toy use, morning quickie, rough

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They'd been starting to push themself up, to get out of bed, when Volke grabbed them around the waist, pulled them back down.

"Ten," he said, pressing his nose into their shoulder. "Ten minutes, before you have to be up."

"Uh? Wh– ohh–"

Mark trailed off as he kissed across their collarbone, not even stopping for the shoulder of their tank top, and up their neck. He had his fingertips hooked into their underwear, pulled them down in a quick motion.

"Let me steal 'em," he said, breath hot on their neck, lips brushing under their ear in a way that had them squirming under him, "before you get going."

He shoved his pajama pants down. His mouth was sharp, nipping, hands firm on them. Their breath hitched as he fit his cock against them, shoved inside.

"Nn– fuck, you're fucking horny this morning," Mark gasped.

"Had a dream," he said, between kisses, "woke up before getting to come."

They were left to wonder if they had too, or if he'd been just that wet with precum as to ease his entry.

"Mm, Volke," Mark sighed. "Then, come on, y'know where it goes."

His hips pressed flush against them, and he drew back a bit, braced up on his hands, looking down at them. His hair was mussed from sleep, stubble grown out over the night, a drowsy grin on his lips, and shirtless, the lines of his shoulders, chest standing out starkly in the early morning light.

They knew they clenched around him at the sight and those red eyes looking them over.

"Mm… I'm on it…" he said, giving a shallow rock of his hips.

Oh, but he did feel good inside. Thick, that curve of him perfect in how it rubbed them as he moved.

"Volke…" they breathed. "Down to eight… fuck me hard, fast, huh?"

He chuckled, backed out until they were afraid he might slip out, then grinned broader, and he slammed back in.

It had a high moan in their throat.

He had them by the hips, holding them in place, and that motion became a quick, hard rhythm that they were certain had him pounding the entrance to their womb with how deep each thrust seemed to reach.

"Come on, babygirl, touch yourself," he grunted.

They spit against their fingertips, had them fit between their lips, rubbing over their clit.

They couldn't help the little whine. He was moving them too hard, too fast for them to do anything actually effective.

He seemed to catch that pensive look as they tried to chase that pleasure, raised a brow, stilled a moment and leaned over, slipping a hand under their pillow.

"Like I don't know this's under there," he said, pulling the bright pink vibrator out. "Keep yourself spread."

Their breath caught and they glanced away.

Volke chuckled. "Eyes on me, eh? I'll make you come if you stay on me…"

It shifted the mood. He was so good at that. They gave him an indulgent smile as he clicked on the vibrator.

"Sure, daddy," they said, fingers fit between their lips and spreading themself open.

His eyes had gone dark at it, brows knit.

"Sweetheart," he hissed. "God… ten minutes, not two."

He pressed the tip to them, and it was immediate how that pleasure shot through them, that buzz seeming to grasp hold of their insides and wrench in time with his gripping back against their hip and resuming those hard, fast thrusts.

"Volke!!" they cried. "Please– guh– gonna get me s-s– oh– g-god!"

They knew they'd squirted by how he suddenly moved in them so much easier, so smooth. He didn't lift the vibrator away though. He kept the thing pressed to their suddenly almost agonizingly tender clit.

They couldn't help the loud cry, indistinct, desperate.

"Volke– please, please," they whined, not knowing at all what they wanted, but needing to beg for something.

"There, babygirl," he cooed. "Say it, come on, say it."

"Please– please, daddy!" they whimpered between hard breaths as though his thrusts were knocking the air from their lungs.

"Ngk–"

Volke's eyes nearly crossed as those hard thrusts stuttered, as his breath hissed. Mark's back arched of the bed, toes curling in the sheets, pressing hard against the velvety silicon and clenching around his throbbing cock.

God, but they loved when he made them come together.

He clicked the vibrator off, tossing it aside.

His breath came raggedly.

"Fuck," he exhaled, low, eyes shut, seeming to just feel.

Mark reached for him, brushed their knuckles against his cheek.

"That better?" they asked.

They ached inside. He seldom fucked them so hard. They'd feel it, surely, through the day. It definitely wasn't something they were unhappy about – a sore cunt, the faint cramping of his having rutted hard into their cervix, the slickness they'd feel through the day of his thick cum slowly draining out of them – all of it on the surface uncomfortable, but, much like when he or Karel left them with an aching bite, a welcome reminder of intimacy.

He settled down against them, pressed his lips to their cheek, their jaw, everywhere but their lips, a low laugh in his throat as they tried to twist, to bait him into a proper kiss.

"And a couple of minutes to fuck with me, huh?"

"Few seconds to tease you, couple of minutes to kiss you," he said, drawing back, and then actually pressing his lips to theirs.

Oh, but his mouth was always such a wicked thing, lips soft, warm, and guiding theirs apart so he could draw their tongue against his own.

He moaned into it. He always sounded so needy when he got like this. It was addictive.

They palmed down from his shoulders to his bare arms, that muscle tight and satisfying to touch under their hands.

He drew back, tilted his hips back to let himself slip out, making a little scowl as he did it.

"Mm. Should let you get up," he huffed. "It's been nine…"

Mark looked down at the slick mess left between them, and surely on the sheets too.

"You… ha… fuck you, making a whole mess, you–"

They couldn't help smile, though, no bite to it.

He kissed their cheek, rolled off of them to his back.

"I'll handle it, go on, get yourself cleaned up."

He looked so absurdly fine laying in the morning sun, shadows cutting across his body, a coy grin on his lips.

Mark laid a hand on his chest, feeling the hair under their palm, and kissed him once more.

"Good morning to you too," they said, grinning.

#volke #mark #au_ncdrehide

submission for the FEModernPulse event over on bsky <3 #volke #tellius

I definitely think volke in the modern world would immediately be all up in Every business every where, having a great time

first (?) volke itabag in existence perhaps? there is a perfectly functional lockpick set inside of here and legal currency <3

#volke #tellius

couple of new things - a design for hel!mark, and a bit of intimacy between tellius au mark and the assassin they got in with~

#mark #volke #tellius
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An FST, in this, our year 2026? More likely than you think <3 Just some fun Askr throuple tunes

tactics, blood, & money

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Miracle Aligner - The Last Shadow Puppets

All of our exchanges are by candle light, I just realised
He’ll walk through the walls and creep up behind
Make sense of the maze that you were stuck outside, cover your eyes

"You're looking for someone," he said, simply.

They let out a slow breath.

"I'm looking for lots of people," they deflected, despising the heat that rose into their face.

"You don't say," Volke hummed, quirking up the edge of his lip.

They clenched their jaw.

He slid off of their desk. "Well, I have others to pry into the business of!"

"Mm," they hummed, held out their hand for the orb. "Don't let me keep you. I'll likely summon…later tonight."

"The full moon? Are we desperate enough for superstition?" he asked.

They shrugged. In truth, they'd forgotten the phase. Too much happening, too often.

"I'll pick for you, if you like. Fifty, per orb," he chuckled.

Doubt (demo) - 21 Pilots

I'm not sure if I can see this ever stopping
Shaking hands with the dark parts of my thoughts, no
You are all that I've got, no
Don't forget about me

He pulled back with eyes heavy-lidded.

"I have always been a blade in your hand, have I not?"

"Yes. But also more…"

"More, later. For now, set my blade loose as to your need."

"I… yes. Yes, I do have need."

Lullaby - NERO

Take it slow, in control
All I have to do is follow
You are my lullaby

"A blade needs more than honing the edge. You are already sharp… you need to be polished, oiled. Maintained."

"It's more than I expected."

"You expect me as I fight."

"No. Not only that…but I am used to anticipating your strongest traits."

"I have others."

"Obviously," they groused. "I'm not a fool."

Karel nudged in against their neck, mouth hot. Their breath hitched.

"You think of such violence. Lovely, I can undo you in other ways."

Casual Love - Autograf & The Griswolds

Just promise me my dear
Swear that we won't fall in love
I ain't looking for no ever-afters
It ain't working for me

They parted his collar, kissed at what of his chest they bared.

"And what do you expect from me? Love? To be your sweetheart?"

"… No. It is not romance. It is meeting needs, hopefully yours as well as mine."

He hummed, a little hitch in his breath as they kissed at his jaw.

"Ah. Then you won't mind if there's nothing dear about me."

Dangerous - Big Data

Yeah, understand I got a plan for us
I bet you didn't know that I was dangerous
It must be fate, I found a place for us

"I had eyes on you," he said.

In the shadows, they could still see how his skintone deepened at the edge of the mask. Their own skin didn't have such cover, ran hot.

His leather-covered palm pressed against their cheek.

"Don't… don't look at me like that," they said.

Their waterline burned at the softness in what of his expression they could see.

"Tch… One hundred to stop," he muttered, drew close to rest his forehead against theirs.

Damage - H.E.R.

You'll only cut me if I let you
No, we ain't doing this just for pleasure
Either learn me or I'm a lesson gone oh
If you want me don't take me for granted, yeah, yeah
If I'm worth more than you could manage, baby

"I don't hope like that," they blurted before they could think.

Don't fall.

"What do you hope like?" he asked.

"I'm always prepared for the worst. Anything else is just a dream. A diversion."

He chuckled.

"It isn't a dream."

"Say it," they breathed. "Please." Take the plunge first for me.

His lips showed a placid smile.

"Mark," he said. "I might love you."

Hell of a Season - Black Keys

In this hell of a season
Give me more of a reason
To be with you
Be with you, yeah
Say you'll be better
I'll keep waiting forever
You know I do

"What stays your hand?" he asked, piercing gaze on theirs.

They were quiet, trying to find some artful phrasing. They gave up.

"Love," they said.

As still as the air grew between them, they were about to ask if they'd not actually managed to say it aloud, if he'd heard them.

"Is it?" he asked.

"Yes, I love you," they said, softly.

"I see," he said.

They were a thousand miles away from there, in that moment, as though staring from a great distance, watching through their own eyes as some third party.

"You… are certain?" he asked, though it barely felt like a question and hit them as though they were underwater.

"Yes," came a voice that was theirs, but they felt they barely controlled.

"… good," he murmured. "Then… I have not been a fool to carry that feeling so long."

The Dark - Boom Jinx & Meredith Call

You don't have to cover your face any longer,
I'm always going to see you for whatever you are
You can go any place, no matter how low,
I'm coming with you, I'm not afraid of the dark

They were about to give up on his answering, move to another topic.

"To feel you trust me."

"To feel… I… mmm. I see," they said.

They studied him in profile as he watched the shifting clouds, air heavy with prior rain, sky still hiding itself.

"I do," they said.

"I know… For a moment, I think you forgot."

The cold shame writhed in them.

"I'm sorry," they said.

All My Own Stunts - Arctic Monkeys

Put on your dancing shoes
And show me what to do
I know you've got the moves
All my own stunts
High noon has changed its tune

"Stop trying to be a damned god!"

They saw some realization on his face, some shock. Maybe that he hadn't meant to yell, or maybe it was that they felt their eyes burn with a sudden spring of tears welling up.

"I'm not- I'm not a god, but- but how fucked up would it be to have this power and not use it?! To not do everything I can to keep the people I love alive?!" they bit back, voice sharp despite how it shook. "If I'd gotten that body back-"

"Mark! If!"

"I wouldn't have given up! I gave up for this! I gave up for you!"

They bit their tongue as his eyes narrowed.

Him & I - G-Eazy & Halsey

Cross my heart, hope to die (Uh)
To my lover, I'd never lie (I love you baby)
He said, "Be true," I swear I'll try
In the end, it's him and I
He's out his head, I'm out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it's him and I

They held his gaze, and expected him to say something, anything, but he just gave them a small nod.

Mark returned it, just as small of a motion.

"… Yes, I'll be fine," they finally said, though still lingering in Volke's hold a long moment until he gave their shoulders a faint squeeze, then released.

"Good," Volke said, then pulled the cape around their shoulders, fastened the clasp – the Askr crest stamped into it – with nimble fingers. "Then, off with you, and you'll see us around."

They fingered at the clasp briefly, tracing the raised pattern on it.

"Mm. Mhmm. See you."

Karel reached for them and before he'd even made contact, they stilled, turned towards him. The kiss he pressed to their lips was a brief thing, but warm.

"Now, go," he said, a faint, placid smile on his lips.

#karel #mark #volke <3rehide

spent some time playing with the concept of fake anime cells, as discussed over here on krad's blog. very fond of some of the techniques I used and will definitely use them again <3

mark... is not really a good person

grabbed my and krad's mans and let em decorate some cookies~ (karel could Not be reached for comment on this, he's busy~)

#volke #zihark #tellius

got a bit of inspo from krad for a little volkemark ~date~ in daein winter... noncanon, plays with an au that I've messed with of mark having a tellius rerun in which they actually do tell volke what they are, and things actually go somewhere between them.

so, have some fluff <3

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"Oh… by the goddess," Mark sighed, "it is so cold."

Volke looked back at them, scrambling up the stairs of the old fort and hanging onto the railing tightly.

"You… you're just… out here, in this… like it's nothing."

He held out his hand, and they snapped onto it, letting him haul them the rest of the way up that segment of them.

"I know you said there is something up here, but…" and Mark huffed, "Today? In a snowstorm?"

"You'll damn well see," he said, though there was a chuckle under his breath. "If you can stop bitching long enough to use your breath for climbing."

"This body was very ill," they said. "Near death, you said!"

"Hmph. So save it," he said, "and keep climbing. In your nose. Out your mouth."

They did quiet, followed, holding tightly onto his hand as he kept ascending.

He kept sneaking glances back at them, watching how they swayed on their feet, how heavily they lifted their legs, watching for anything that truly worried him more than just the complaining of an archivist.

An archivist, a talented thunder mage, and a tactician with control over time. …And still here, which was the peculiar thing. He'd let them have liberties with him in that tower, on the assumption that they'd be gone, and unable to capitalize on any of the further, and yet, it had been a month, now, since the war.

A month and some days since they'd told him exactly what they were. Since he'd decided not to give them the slip.

They stumbled at that top step. He caught them, grasping around their shoulders as their feet had gone out from under them.

"Eh, you did good enough," he said. "Here."

He scooped his arms under their ass, had them over his shoulder.

"I– Volke!? If you were going to carry me, um, nicely!?"

"Settle down. It's easier, for balance and seeing where I'm going in this."

And they did. They relaxed in his hold without becoming dead weight.

"I still am so… so curious what's up in some shuttered fort. Didn't we come through here? In the mad king's war?"

Volke let a low affirmation hum in his throat. "Good eye… we didn't come up this side, though. We were coming from the other direction and passed through quickly. Rested briefly on the north side."

"I know that mountain face," they said, shifting enough that he gave a jolt to them.

"Talk about it when I won't drop you, if it involves craning around."

"Ah– shit. Sorry," they said. "You feel… steady. Kinda lost track…"

He sighed. He turned his head, kissed at their side. He heard their breath hitch, despite their surely not having felt much through the thick padding of their coat. But, they would have heard the soft sound that he'd been sure to include.

"Mm. We're here," he said, and eased them back to their feet, standing under the shelter of an overhang.

"Where's here?" they asked, looking around.

He gave the door a hard shove, fighting against the moisture-swollen and surely partly refrozen wood.

"Here," he said, giving them a push in with a hand in the small of their back.

The fire, fortunately, had kept on burning. It was a small room, all things considered, especially for its being that of the fort's former commander.

"Um– Ahh… Volke? What… What is all of this?"

But he could hear it, that faint break in their voice, the thickness in it. He pulled the door back shut behind them.

He could see how their eyes were drawn to the most notable part of it, to the glass – paneled glass, joined together in large plates by weathered wooden framing – window overlooking the sheer drop of the mountainside that the fort perched on. It faced east. Mark hesitantly started towards it in slow steps.

"Volke…? You… All of this…"

"The lord of this fort is dead. It's disputed territory between Daein and Begnion… I paid a little sum to the officials sorting it out to turn a blind eye so we could take advantage of its being, strictly speaking, nobody's, for a while."

He watched the slowness with which they tore their gaze from the vista, turned towards him. He pulled his mask down, the warm air of the room finally getting to him.

"Is this… some kind of date?" Mark asked.

The shimmer along their waterline was threatening to spill at any moment.

"I hear the nobles call it a retreat," he said. "I have it for a week."

Mark's jaw hung slack, eyes big, and they fidgeted with the ends of their sleeves for a long moment.

"You… oh… oh, god. Really? You–"

He didn't hug, as a rule. How much they touched him was something he did his best not to stiffen at, and not to shrug out of as he may have wished to, with anyone else. Mark hadn't been the sort he'd expected to be so affectionate, but at least they had a discretion about it.

There was little discretion, though, to how they clung onto him, having let themself all but fall against him.

"Yes," he said. "I worked it out. You have leave of some responsibilities, so I can steal you for a special assignment. For the week… you have me."

Their fingers curled tightly into his coat, and they had their face pressed into his chest. He let his arms settle loosely around them.

"Thanks– ah… thank– thank you."

Their head rose, and he could take the ask well enough. He dropped his lips to theirs, kissed them.

"I'm… I've been so afraid," they said, when he pulled back. "I keep being afraid I'll… disappear. Or that the fact that I'm still here… maybe it means something else is going to happen."

Their eyes – big, so coldly grey, and worried – were locked on his.

"Mm. Worry about it later. You disappear… I'll know where you went, at least. Enough about that, let me warm you up."

It felt so foolish to say it and immediately to start working the scarf from around their neck, their coat open, but, it was the flow of things, the flow into bitter herbs pressed onto their tongue, their body quivering under him despite the warmth of the fire, being pressed so tightly against him as he kissed them quiet and took every noise into the dark of his mouth, and finally sleep – sleep he could sink into, with not a soul near save for theirs.

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not pictured: volke's inner monologue of getpregnantgetpregnantgetpregnantgetpregnant mostly because it is an inside thought and would make mark start yellin'

much less important reason: it is impossible lmaooo

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