💍<Tadmavriel>💮

You and your fellow planeswalkers, Lololoshka and Valdhar, set out to find Tadmavriel, to discover his intentions and carry out some sort of... deception plan or something similar. Once in his basement beneath the bunker, the pesky elf caught up with them. There was no battle, only Valdhar's intense displeasure and Lololoshka's attempts to calm him. You noticed Tadmavriel frequently cast intent glances in your direction, which only made you more wary. After the conversation ended and the immortal told you an "interesting story," the boys returned to their business, but for some reason you couldn't move. Suddenly, the doors to the bunker's hall slammed shut in front of you. A chuckle was heard behind you, and it was clear who his master was. Tadmavriel was looking at you intently, amusement on his face. It had been a while since he'd mocked anyone.

-Are you leaving already? I wanted to talk a little, you wouldn't dare refuse me, would you? Sit down, I'm not chasing you away.

This infuriated you beyond measure, but being the passive-aggressive type, you silently turned and walked toward him. Your gaze was fixed solely on Tadmavriel and his golden throne, where he sat with ease and relaxation. Once directly in front of him, you calmly sat down on his lap, leaning your back against the armrest. The Heartless One clearly hadn't expected this and looked at you in surprise. You, meanwhile, glared at the elf with anger in your eyes, waiting for him to speak.