Amira Willighagen sings ‘O Mio Babbino Caro’ on Holland’s Got Talent and delivers an astounding performance which results in her being awarded a ‘Golden Ticket’. This ticket allows her to proceed straight to the Live Show.
Amira Willighagen sings ‘O Mio Babbino Caro’ on Holland’s Got Talent and delivers an astounding performance which results in her being awarded a ‘Golden Ticket’. This ticket allows her to proceed straight to the Live Show.
Titanpad Roleplay Session: April 28, 2014
Roleplay Group: Ladies Night RP (Hawaii Timeline)
Players: CharlotteCarrendar as Brock and LadyBelz as Pandora
LadyBelz: Pandora froze when she heard that voice…his voice…again. He was the last person she was expecting to see, and in Hawaii of all places.
She turned around…and there he was. Her heart was pounding fiercely in her chest as she stared at him. He looked even more gorgeous then the last time she’d seen him…and considering where the last time she’d seen him was…she didn’t want to go there.
“Hi.” she mumbled, unsure and very confused about what she was feeling at seeing him again. “What are you doing here?”
CharlotteCarrendar: It was like the two of them were both frozen in place. Each acknowledging the other with a simple one word greeting. Brock was swallowing nervously as she just stood there. The breezed gently teasing her hair about her face. He wanted to break into a run and scoop her up in his arms, but he knew that she wasn’t ready for such things.
“I…came to apologize.”
It was the first thing he could think of to say. Raking back his unkept locks he glanced out at the waves as though trying to reign in his thoughts. His chin seemed to quiver before he returned his gaze to her.
“Pan…I know what I did, and I know you probably will never forgive me.” He glanced down as his brow knitted. “Just….tell me that it’s over, and I promise never to see you again.”
LadyBelz: Hearing him say that he came to apologize gave her anger due cause to ignite like the fires of hell. Her frown went dark and she actually laughed at him, a horrible sound, so unlike her usual, joyous laughter of joy and happiness. It was an anguished kind of laugh.
“You? Apologize? For what? Breaking my heart? Ripping it out of my chest and stomping it into the dirt like it was dog shit on your shoe? For fucking my best friend? Is that what you’re apologizing for? Don’t make me puke.” she snarled.
Oh she was angry…way beyond pissed…and now she had an outlet to vent her anger.
“How am I supposed to forgive you for what you did? I’m supposed to say, what? ‘Oh it’s okay Brock! You just fucked my best friend! No big deal!’ Well guess what, buddy boy? It was a BIG fucking deal! And for what?? Because I wouldn’t be your dom?” She laughed again, tears threating to burn her eyes. “Tell me something…did you enjoy fucking her? Did she spank you like the bitch you are?”
Yep…she was very pissed.
CharlotteCarrendar:- There was no escaping it. The fury and fiery rebuttal to Brock’s apology was a scorcher, In fact, it was now getting so hot that the sand that Brock stood on was starting to heat up. Every word, every phrase cut like a knife, as though tearing through his very flesh to make him bleed. Every time he tried to interject, she hit back, again and again. But then it got below the belt. Soon Brock’s fingers were curling into fists. The veins in his neck were starting to bulge as his heart ferioucously started to beat pure venom into his system.
“Wait…wait just a mintue! You…you were the one that practically ignored me when you were in hosptial. Told the Doctors that you would go be with Kali for your recovery….YOU JUST MOVED IN WITH ME! How was I to feel, Pandora? To be rejected when I was sitting ….RIGH THERE!”
The fury was building and he was fast losing control of it.
“I SAW HIM!…I SAW YOU LEAVE THE HOSPITAL WITH ANOTHER MAN!”
There it was out. He was no snorting violently as he pointed at her.
“What was I to think? You reject me and then get some fuck to come pick you up? Yes…I went to Simone’s cause I needed someone to talk to….and apologize to her. I THOUGHT YOU DUMPED ME!”
His voice was getting raised as his skin started to shift and alter…
“Yes, I fucked her. Did I enjoy it? NO! Why? Cause she’s not you!”
Brock’s breathing became eratic as he stood there, the wind around him was starting to whip up. From across the vast reaches of time and space, a single female’s voice cried
She could not be seen, but her presence felt. Brock roared at the sky.
“”OOahee seeah-de-kuk teae seeah see-luoo….ooahee seeah-de-kuk teae seeah see-luoo oh-fe-kuk zwae woh-seeaez teae!””
(translation : “You told me to try….you told me to try and she hates me!”)
LadyBelz: By the time Brock finished his speech, Pandora was clutching her stomach, laughing so hard she nearly fell to her knees.
“Ignored you? I wasn’t ignoring you. You walked out on me, remember? You’re the godamn reason I was in the hospital in the first fucking place! You had me all messed up in the head. I didn’t know what to think, what to feel. You left me sitting in your million dollar apartment, alone, ‘to go think’ you said to me. I left right after you did to clear my head and think about what I wanted out of this relationship. I tried calling you. You never answered. I was coming back to you so we could talk. And then…in the hospital…when I said that I should probably recover at a friend’s…I only said that because I didn’t know what you wanted from me. You just stared at me like I was a bug on a windshield…and you walked out on me again! You say you love me…why didn’t you fucking fight for me, Brock? Why didn’t you step up and say, “No…she’s coming home with me and I don’t care what she says about it.” I waited…and you left. What the hell was I supposed to think?
She stood up straight, her gaze dark and full of hurt. “Yes…I left the hospital with another man. I admit that. I called Mark, who works with me at the bar…Mark, who’s practically my boss…for a lift home because no one was there to take me. YOU WEREN’T THERE!”
She swiped at her eyes, no longer stunned that tears were rolling down her cheeks. Seemed she’d been doing that a lot lately where Brock was concerned.
“And then…Simone…how can you justify that to me? Saying it wasn’t me when it should have been. What the hell was going through your mind at that time, I would sure as hell like to know.”
She stared at him as he seemed to shout to the heavens in some language she couldn’t understand. Shaking her head, she turned her back to him.
“What the hell do you want from me, Brock?”
CharlotteCarrendar: Her words seemed to be coming to him as though in a vaccum, like she was speaking but it had a strange echo to it. She was laughing at him, telling him how it was all his fault. How he should have been more of a man, taken charge of the relationship. Ordered her to come home with him from the hospital. His eyes now a sickly green stared at her as she continued on, of how she had someone from work – Mark; take her home, cause he wasn’t there.
Another hard hit. Simone. The one woman in both their lives that had since caused grief, be it in her trying to help, or then succumbing to primal urges with Brock at the word that he and Pan were no longer together.
“I was there….” Brock said as the human side of him wrestled with the inner demon that was urging to come forward. “I was always there…” His head started to rise as a terrible look came over his face. His skin now rippled with the poisons that had come to the surface.
“I…haven’t been….myself with you….really.”
The horrible truth was now starting to emerge. He held his hand up before his face, as the fingers were starting to alter in shape. The morph was always one of the most dreadful things that can happen to a spider demon….and on that beach, it was about to show itself.
The last word was cut off as he tipped his head back, and then the horribe spine snapping – bone breaking could be heard as a large black swelling came from his back. Six long legs, like that of a massive spider were emerging as the human facade was being almost eaten alive by the spider within….
A gurgling sound rippled from his throat as his head grew to that of the most disgusting a vile looking creature ever to be spat out of the belly of Satan. A dull roar was building as massive spear like legs slammed into the sand, and if Pandora was to turn around, she would be confronted by a four tonne beast. Green poisonous saliva dripping down from it’s mandibles.
It could not speak english….it was no longer Brock.
LadyBelz: “No…you were never there.” she whispered, keeping her back to him. There was silence for a long moment before he spoke again…but there was something…off…about his voice.
There was a horrible squelching sound behind her, causing her to frown. A sense of foreboding overrode her senses and she slowly turned around – almost like she was some damsel in distress in a horror flick.
What she saw…made her eyes go wide.
Where Brock once stood…was now a massively large spider. It was as if one had stepped out of the television screen of those cheesey horror monster movies she was always watching on cable on the weekends.
“Oh…my…god…” she breathed, her heart beating a rapid beat against her ribcage. “Fucking hell!” She began to back away slowly, wondering how she ended up alone on a beach in one of the most popular places on the planet, with something out a child’s worse nightmare.
“Fuck me sideways!” she whispered, continuing to back away. She wondered if she could make a run for it…
Each step she took back…it would seem, the beast would take one forward.
“Shit!” she whispered, clenching her fists at her sides, feeling her powers singing through her veins. She didn’t want to, but it was her life now on the line. And despite the fact, deep down, she knew it was Brock…there was anything but Brock that she could see in the demon’s eyes.
She would have to hurt him if it came down to it.
And as much as he had hurt her with his actions with Simone…she still loved him.
“Damn me to hell anyway.”
CahrlotteCarrendar:- Through all the eyes now focused on the retreating Pandora, the beast was now incensed. It knew nothing of love, and only hate and rage. As Pandora crept backwards, the collosal arachnid was marching forward, much like you would see a tarantula stalking it’s prey. The Bebilith knew nothing of the danger that Pandora possessed, and that was her use of fire. The one thing that could end him, once and for all.
Large pincer like claws came whistling through the air and snapped wildly at Pandora and it chittered violently, almost like it was plotting whether or not to wrap her up in a cocoon or simply snap her in half.
It would take a bit of fancy foot work to evade the powered lunges with the pincer like claws. You have to remember this spider is over 20 feet tall, and over 18 feet across. The bebilith roared loudly again at Pandora, spraying the ground with a foul substance that actually made the sand sizzle and change a horrid colour of putrid green.
~SNAP SNAP SNAP~ Went the pincer claws, while each leg created a tremor as it thundered into the earth.
LadyBelz: The large pinchers whistled through the air, aiming for her head and she had to duck quickly to avoid them. This was going to take everything she had to not harm Brock…but also not end up as spider food in the process.
The spider demon’s roar shook the ground beneath her feet as she continued to back away. Why was no one coming to investigate? Was there something about this creature that made people instinctively stay away?
The ground was sprayed with an acidic substance, eating away at the sand and decimating any creatures that used it as their home.
“Nasty” she muttered, feeling her hands heating up at her sides. “Back away, spider. This is one meal that won’t be easy to catch.” she muttered. The pinchers came at her again and at the last possible moment, she dived, ducked and rolled, coming up beneath the underbelly of the creature. Her hands shot out, a blast of fire hitting the creature point blank range – just enough to let it know that she wasn’t backing down from the fight. She rolled away from the beast as it screamed out its pain and anger and took off at run down the opposite side of the beach. She had to lead it away from civilization before someone discovered them.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The moment the beast was struck by fire, it started a chain reaction as the fluids from it’s mandibles caught fire as well. The greatest weakness of a bebilith….was fire. It was the danger he risked…it was the danger he knew. The roar that came up from his insides had a shock wave like affect that even blew the trees back and knocked out all the fire torches. The table on which they were to dine was blown over. That was one meal that they were never going to have.
The sound….reached a long long way. In the Cathedral of fiends, four hundred children all stopped and looked to the Matriarch, as the sound echoed through the tunnels. In the dead nation, a small red headed child with a mask looked up to the ceilings of the caves. She heard it as well. In Lacardis, both Charlotte and Taru stopped what they were doing in their seperate locations. In Seattle…four brothers all stopped and stared at each other.
Izu was at his desk, writing a letter, when he heard it.
But who would come?
In the midst of the fire and angered leg strikes of the bebilth, a small child emerged, who had crossed the very expanses of space…truth be told…she hadn’t been born yet in this time.
The child raised up her hands to the massive bebilith and spoke in fluent Rhefugi.
“”KUKoh-kuk-kukoo ha-deaeohzae….KUKoh-kuk-kukoo z-seeah-ha.””
(translation : “Daddy please….Daddy stop.”)
The hulking bebilith roared at the child, raising up it’s mandibles in fury, and the child again raised her arms in the same likeness.
“EAY-bae ooahee kukah seeweayz…EAY qeay-de-de feae-jaeae-lu xae xah-lu-fe.”
(translation : “If you do this…I will never be born.”)
The child looked back over her shoulder at Pandora, and smiled.
“He has a really bad temper, you know…..Mommy.”
The little girl then walked right up to the Bebilith and started to rub it’s front leg, as it slowly lowered it’s head at the child, turning it side on and back. The grumbling continued, but the pincers lowered.
“See? You don’t have to do this.”
The child’s hair was the colour of her fathers, her eyes…like her Mother’s.
A second being appeared and it was Charlotte. Charlotte had known all along. She came over and shook her head at the giant Arachnid.
“Not exactly the way we hoped you would find out Brock.” She placed a hand on the girl’s shoulders, who wrapped a small arm around her great Aunt. Glancing back at what would probably be a stunned Pandora, Charlotte said.
“We’re sorry. You should have been told earlier. But we had to let…nature take it’s course till he put himself in such danger it risked…..her.” She looked down at the little girl, who then whispered something in Rhefugi to her Great aunt.
“Yes…I will allow it.”
The child then released her aunt and slowly walked over to Pandora and offered her hand to her.
“They told me you were beautiful.”
In the background, Brock had already started to morph back, as painful as it was he kept his cries quiet in light of who was there. Charlotte kept guard over him until it was over and a burnt man lay on the ground.
Pandora had paused when she heard a little girl’s voice and she whirled around in shock, feeling her heart freeze in her chest. There was a small child, no more then 5 or 6, standing right in front of the giant spider, talking to it as if it were a disobedient child itself.
And she called him “Daddy”.
What shocked her more…was when the little girl turned to look at Pandora and called her “Mommy”. The girl’s eyes were as familiar as her own. She should know…she saw them every time she looked in the mirror.
Pandora’s hand went to her mouth in shock, even more so when another person appeared, an older woman this time. The woman spoke to Brock, talking about taking risks and doing dangerous things.
The child whispered something to the woman, who then nodded and released the girl. Pandora could only stare, speechless, as the child…HER child…walked up to her and took her hand, telling her she was beautiful. Pandora laughed, a light sound, as tears leaked from her eyes. She knelt until she was eye-level with the girl.
“And you’re just as gorgeous as your daddy.” she chuckled, tears clogging her voice. Behind them, Brock was morphing back to himself as Pandora spoke to their daughter, for there was no denying that is who this child was.
And it gave her hope…hope that just maybe she and Brock could get past this.
Getting to her feet, she took the girl by the hand and made her way to the woman’s side as she stood over Brock.
“Is…” she gulped, “…did I hurt him, badly?” she whispered.
CharlotteCarrendar: “He has….what you call…third degree burns. He will be disfigured from this.” It was true. The damage done to him as a large arachnid was captured forever more on his face and chest. Blood red scar like welts that ran like lightning bolts across his face, chest and back.
Charlotte didn’t mince with words, as Brock slowly rose to his feet. His body charcoal coloured and he still had the yellow stains in his eyes. The child found a towel that was on the beach and offered it to her father.
“I think you need this, Daddy.” Well, he was naked.
Quietly, he took it and wrapped it around himself. His secret was now out, as well as that of the child that they would one day have. He was so close to losing it all. Even her.
“Thank you.” He didn’t want to call her daughter, but he knew well who she was. The little girl took Charlotte’s hand and asked. “Can we stay?” Sadly Charlotte shook her head.
“Our time here….is limited.”
This was the second time she had said it, and Brock knew why. The child was saddened by this, and then went to hug her smouldering father before she had to go. As she did this, Charlotte approached Pandora.
“He was right about one thing. You are the love of his life.” She showed a soft smile, before she turned back to take the child’s hand.
“Time to take you home.”
The little girl waved to Pandora and her father.
“Aunt Charlotte calls me Hope….though I am not sure why.”
Just as this is said, the two vanish from sight leaving Brock standing near Pandora. He bowed his head ashamed….and couldn’t find the words to say.
LadyBelz: Pandora watched as the woman known as Charlotte…and the child who called herself “Hope” vanished from their plane of existence, leaving two bruised hearts to once again face one another.
Pandora spoke first, knowing what exactly she was going to say.
“I’m sorry I…burned you…” she murmured, looking down at her hands, “I didn’t want to become spider food.”
She took a deep breath and brought her head up to stare at him. “You…hurt me. In the worst possible way…but I hurt you too. By not talking to you first…and things got all muddled and confusing and then it was too late. I keep asking myself if I should have fought harder for us. And my answer is yes. I should have talked to you first, instead of going to my friends. I should have told the doctor that I was staying with you. But my heart was bleeding…”
She was babbling, not thinking she was making any sort of sense. But the whole time…there was one thought runnning through her head…it had popped up there the moment she saw him standing on the beach.
“How can I forgive you…if I can’t forgive myself?” she whispered. Again, tears welled up in her eyes and she turned away from him so he wouldn’t see them.
CharlotteCarrendar: If it was one thing that Brock knew about Pandora, it was when she started to babble, and when that started, her mind wasn’t really in a set pattern. She just let the words pour out of her, her body language showing fatigue of everything. She found in herself that there was errors on both side, that they both had reason to find blame with the other. The first steps…was to forgive.
Brock appeared before her, and cupped her face in his hands, staring her down.
“You forget one thing….”
At this he then kissed her….he kissed her the same way he did the first time they met…the second…the third…all the times that they had shared intimacy, rolling in a wave, again and again. Breaking the kiss, he said to her…
“…we have Hope.”
LadyBelz: They had Hope. It was a strange concept…and even stranger still was her feelings when he kissed her. She should have been disgusted and disturbed that she was allowing him to do so. But she wasn’t.
When he pulled away, she couldn’t help herself. Her hand hauled back and slapped him across the face. Oh she knew that had to hurt, with his skin burnt as it was, but she had been dying to do that for a long time.
“That was for hurting me!” she growled. A second later, she yanked his head down to hers by the back of his neck. “And this is because I still love you.” And she kissed him passionately.
And it was as if nothing had changed between them. The fires of passion that had ignited their very souls from Day 1 were burning hotter and brighter then any star in the sky.
She could forgive him for everything, because she loved him. Would she forget? Most likely not. But it went a long way to repairing their damaged relationship.
There was still Simone to deal with….
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Minerva was incensed by the rude barrage of spittle that came from Prince Joffrey’s mouth as he bowed out from being head of the realm. For one, she was happy to see the back of him. Once upon a time, she thought he would be the perfect King, but after watching his dizzying spiral into the bottle, she knew he would never be fit. She held a stony expression as he left the Throne room, her only consolation was that her husband had regained control of the Night lands. It was for the best, yes, she had to believe that. But the King had other ideas. Not only did he want him arrested, he was probably going to have him executed. Minerva regarded Joffrey as a foul stain that needed removing, but didn’t think killing him was going to do anything other than provide a fine ornament on the wall of heads. Where the dead have their heads on display as a warning to all.
When you thought that it couldn’t get any worse, the decree to arrest Joffrey had begun a violent attack, whereby the cat demon Nero had released thousands of fire demons as a way to create a diversion while the cat and Joffrey escaped. Little did Minerva know, her daughter was in terrible danger from these creatures, that attacked anything or anyone that was in their path. The one that got in the way was Shiyra. Brandon roared as the screams of their daughter filled the air, and Minerva shrieked in horror at the sounds. “Baby?!” Could it be the demons had harmed her? Fleeing from the throne room, she raced after Brandon, only to find that her daughter had in fact been attacked.
“Minerva get the doctor up here now!!!!” The King bellowed, as Minerva came to an abrupt stop, seeing the pool of blood on the floor, coming from where their daughter had her arm torn off.
~gasps~ She was horrified, and without answering ran off to fetch the doctor, who had served the family for years. She tracked him down, huddled in his own chambers from the massive fire demon slaughter fest.
“Quick..my daughter has been attacked. Hurry, bring your medical bag.” She urged, panic showing in her eyes. The Doctor was shocked to hear the young child had been wounded, and obeyed the Queen without question. As she chased after the doctor back to where her daughter was with Brandon, she started a chant, that was one of the most powerful she had ever done…but what would it do?
But that didn’t stop the archers on top the battlements. Already on the verge of furious, Nerothst screamed a shrill sound of one pissed off cat where his body was swarmed suddenly in searing fire that just barely avoided Joffery’s form. The blaze ripped round around him swatting at the arrows while some still flew true going straight through Nerothst’s leathery bat wings giving them more scars then what he already had. He was just starting to get the flesh back, now this!!!
He flapped his wings harder forcing them to carry them faster and past and out of the line of fire. He could carry on like this for a while, but eventually he would need to land….because there was one problem that happens when he used the Hell Gate. Already a trickle of black blood was pouring out his lips.
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Minerva chanted, but what exactly was going to happen, one could only wonder.
High in the sky just beyond a thin veil of existence where the archangels rested a light blue she-cat was resting pleasantly in the lap of her master Raphael. She lazily cracked open an eye, her celestial cat eyes reflected a clear blue tide pool where even little fish darted back and forth playfully reflecting her tranquil mood.
Raphael smiled softly scratching the feline’s ear, “they call you dear heart, will you not answer,” he cooed to her in a slight baby talk voice.
Haavan the Storm Bringer was that light blue she-cat the most powerful water cat in all of the species. She lifted her head lazily and sighed softly, “an innocent at that, I felt the gate open master, but I didn’t think it would matter among the demon lands,” she said, her voice barely rising from a whisper like the situation didn’t bother her at all.
None the less she stood up and walked across the foggy ground, she bid her master a good by wave with one dark sapphire colored wing, then fell through the ground she stood on in a sheer death drop.
Haavan kept her eyes clothed, not caring as her body plummeted towards the ground, as her body increased in speed in her fall. She spun around falling head first. Suddenly her body was swarmed into light and she vanished with an explosion of sound and light.
The castle was in chaos as the child’s screams and the demons that had been unleashed sent panic through the whole castle. The King od Brax screamed for a docter and the Witch Minerva feared for her daughter chanting a powerful spell that she yet to know exactly what she was calling to her.
Suddenly in the middle of all that chaos the air exploded with light, sending picture frames off the wall, tapestries flinging in the wind some even unraveling from the power that had forced them from there place. There standing in the same hall that the child’s blood pooled from the torn arm stood the feline of water and healing.
Haavan ignored the demon’s that would probably loop off her head, but if anyone knew there lore here, which Haavan would guess would be the one that summoned her, she was here to help the innocent.
“So, you allowed the Hell Gate of Fire to open his gate, and as such, an innocent was harmed, for shame,” she spoke so coldly you thought the she-cat didn’t care at all, but she did, truly it was in the expression she made.
Water pooled at her feet then, she waisted little time to begin, it dripping off her skin then rose around her in long serphant like shapes. It gathered the blood that spilled from the child tainting the water with demonic life force until it snaked its way towards the child.
“if you stop me in this moment…the child might die,” she said and if they allowed her to do what she knew best, the water collected the severed limb and carried it towards the child. If they didn’t stop her and allowed the flow of water to touch the child. The healing waters would make contact and try to force the cells to regenerate and heal rabidly. The process would be unbearably painful.
What was a mother to do? She had brought the doctor as her husband asked, but it seems her chant had done something more towards the healing of their little girl. No sooner had Minerva arrived back, she saw her King, her husband on the floor sitting in their daughter’s blood. Their daughter was screaming incessantly, and the King tried in vain to quieten her and offer comfort.
“It’s going to be ok sweetheart daddy dealt with the bad people so you don’t have to worry about them ever again.” The King said, sobbing as he did so. It was enough to move the hardest of hearts, to see both so stricken, and Minerva felt an array of emotions, that clouded her judgement at that point in time. Malice churned deep within her, and her first thoughts were of revenge.
The cat that emerged from the blood, and had come from Minerva’s summoning, spoke directly to Brandon, in a voice that was cold and unfeeling.
So, you allowed the Hell Gate of Fire to open his gate, and as such, an innocent was harmed, for shame,”
Minerva bit her tongue or else a wave of obscenities would fly out. She knew the cat had powers to cure, to heal but at a very high price. It was going to be excruciating. The harder she worked, the more the child screamed. Would Minerva ever forgive herself for not being there to care for the child? She had sent the child to play with Orion after all, even made the decree that they would be watching. But they did not stop the attack. Minerva’s hands curled tightly into fists, wanting to lash out and hit someone, something.
“I thank you for helping my daughter if there is something we can do to repay you please let me or my wife Minerva know. I’m sure my daughter greatly appreciates your healing.” The King said as Minerva watched on helplessly. She shared the sentiments of her husband, but could not seem to find her voice, for her throat had become dry and it was difficult to swallow. So affected by this, who knew how she would react next.
When the King left with the Captain of the Guard, to take care of the issue of Joffrey, the Queen took up her child in his place, as the cat continued to heal the screaming baby girl. Minerva rocked her back and forth, with green eyes focused on the cat she had summoned.
The Witch that had summoned her replaced the king in holding the child still, Haavan’s ears were turned to the distant tirade the king was making in other rooms, she could only just make out the conversation’s going on, something about a prince and being brought in dead or alive.
Besides that, she didn’t much care if they repay her or not, her task was to heal the innocent and protect life, demon spawn or not.
“do not think I do this because you called to me witch queen, I am a heaven’s beast, I heal the innocent, and one day, when she is older, she will not have such protection from me, should she choose a path of darkness,” she said the tide pool reflected in her eyes darted back and forth more frequently like a tide was rushing in.
“There was a creature in your castle, one that is dark and very dangerous, he sits at the left side of the throne of hell, and whatever purpose he had here, he’s either taken someone over with his powers of suggestion or come to start things out of his boredom. Either way his point was to only cause chaos on the mortal plain, I smell his stink all around, and on the corpses of the hell fire demons here” she explained and sat back on her haunches.
She didn’t look like she would be leaving any time soon. The water that she had used to heal the child still floated around her tainted with the demon blood, but in more condensed forms like little bubbles floating around her head. She would need it in case of fevers or infections that might have rabidly developed in the rapid healing processes.
Her gaze did flicker to the lion that had been attacked as well, and as if an afterthought, the air above him briefly opened and drenched him in more of her healing water.-
Perhaps it was Shiyra’s Mother’s presence that quietened the child or the fact that the healing done by Haavan was now complete. The child was whole once more, but she had a jagged scar that ran the full length of the join between her arm and her torso. Regardless, Minerva was thankful. The doctor who had been called stood by and watched; his mouth agape at the miraculous healing powers of the cat. He could not have done the magical feat, for he was but a simple doctor to treat ailments and do amputations. This was truly beyond his field, and he would be sure to write about this in his journals.
Holding the child now, Minerva felt a wave of relief till her daughter freed herself from her arms and made straight for the one that had healed her. Clearly, Shiyra had a thing for big cats. She spoke with her usual lisp, mispronouncing words but her message would have got across, just the same.
“Fank chu purty kitty..what’s up wiff chur eyes kitty??? they wook wike water…and why does chu has wings???”
Again with the non stop questions. Shiyra was a very inquisitive little girl, that much was clear, and Minerva rose to her feet, allowing the exchange, since she felt if it made her daughter happy there could be no harm in it. But the cat Haavan had a message for the Queen Witch, and one that she didn’t truly understand until now.
“There was a creature in your castle, one that is dark and very dangerous, he sits at the left side of the throne of hell, and whatever purpose he had here, he’s either taken someone over with his powers of suggestion or come to start things out of his boredom. Either way his point was to only cause chaos on the mortal plain, I smell his stink all around, and on the corpses of the hell fire demons here”
Listening, it became abundantly clear that it was not in fact Joffrey who had initiated the attack, but the cat creature that he was travelling with. Joffrey did not have the power to summon so many demons in one time, so if this creature was able to open hell’s gate it was a miracle that more did not die. Half the battle in fighting something, is understanding your foe. As they say, knowledge is power.
Orion who had been in behind them the entire time, stood and shook all over – showering those in his vicinity with the healing water and demon blood mix. Charming. Just what Minerva needed. He too spoke, and now this was becoming common place. Shiyra became a bundle of energy, lounging all over the healing cat, till finally sliding down her tail and falling asleep.
Least she was now able to sleep and no longer in pain. King Brandon finally re appeared. He kissed his wife and looked to be calm, however he was anything but if you could see into his mind. Vengeance reigned supreme and Joffrey was at the top of his list.
Minerva then explained to the King about the hell’s gate that had been opened within the castle, and that the creature that did all this damage, sat on the left hand side of the throne of hell. Joffrey had no such allegiance to the Hell throne, nor was he capable to open hell’s gate. But would Brandon care? It was not that Minerva was making excuses for Joffrey, but rather to inform the King they were dealing with something far more dangerous and insidious. Minerva fell silent as the King made an offer to the cat Haavan.
“Would you like something to eat? Fish? Anything?”
“A bowl of milk?” Minerva added.
“Purty Kitty? Me’s wants to say fank you for helping me’s….” the child said and then she proceeded to continue asking her questions about her eyes and her wings, she was surprised she did not ask why her fur color was blue to.
“My eyes are a reflection of life and healing waters, emotions and thoughts, they are windows into my heart,” she explained to the child.
“My wings carry me to wear I need to go so I have no limits in helping those that need me,”she answered her question about her wings.
That was when the lion awoke shaking his body back and forth spraying the room with water. The droplets that landed on Haaven simply absorbed into her body and she remained ‘dry’. There still hovered little bubbles of water mixed with the child’s demon blood. Haavan didn’t want them to go to waist, there were still curative powers to it, and as a gift to the doctor, she would give him the blood and water.
She nodded to him the docter, “take out a vile,” she ordered him.
The docter scrambled through his bag and pulled out a beaker quickly and uncorked it, figuring the cat had a purpose. The little bubbles of water and demon blood floated through the air and forced their way into the bottle till all was gone. The doctor recorked the bottle. His eyes gleamed thinking he might have the cure for all and she quickly said, “it is no longer under my control, whatever healing it has left in it, will be able to fight infection, and that will be the extant of it.”
“What are you? Some sort of heavenly cat?” the lion asked, she chuckled softly.
Choosing not to answer that for the moment Haavan made a soft humming sound she glanced at the child as she slowly fell asleep hugging her thick furry tail.
Haavan spoke softly casting a spell that allowed a silvery white mist to form around her body. It reshaped her form until there stood a beautiful woman of about five foot six in height with long heavy curly light blue hair that stopped just at her ass. Her eyes remained the same reflecting the tide pool and she still sported her eat ears, wings, and tail. She with a lithe of a woman however, her curves weren’t that prominent and she had a fairly small chest. She was sporting just a simple halter dress that swirled around her hips loosely and she wore no shoes, choosing to be barefoot.
She held the child in her arms cradling her having transferred her during the casting of her spell. Now she glanced at the Gravidian lion, “I am indeed a heavenly cat, my name is Haavan the Storm Bringer, Great leader of the water cats of heaven”she said softly then glanced over at the parents of the demon child.
The witch was explaining to her husband what Haavan had already told her. Weather the king listened, well Haavan didn’t care anymore then she did when she first arrived.
They did however say the magic words, “Would you like something to eat? Fish? Anything?” first the king asked
“A bowl of milk?” followed by his queen.
Haavan smiled softly running a clawed tipped hand through the child’s hair, “ I would appreciate some fish, it takes much energy to heal severed limbs,” she said wondering if anyone would take the child from her or not.-
Minerva took her place at the dining table, dragging the wooden chair out, then easing herself in and adjusting her skirts. Brandon had their daughter now, who was snuggled to his shoulder, as he welcomed Haavan to come and eat her fill of a banquet that was filled with all manner of variety of fish and seafoods. One sore sticking point with this type of food, was that it made the King gassy, which made their chambers reek. Minerva couldn’t say she was looking forward to that at all.
With Orion laying close by to her, she took up her spoon and enjoyed a mouthful of seafood bisque, which was a delightful soup with mussels and prawns in a creamy sauce like substance. It was indeed one of her favorites, and she ate her meal quietly. Keeping a close eye on the King she was waiting for some sort of reaction from the stress of everything that had gone on. No doubt when he put Shiyra to bed, he was going to be calling on his council and making proclamations, she was sure of it.
Finishing her soup, she reached for a napkin and patted it to her lips, before setting it down, and then taking up a chalice of red wine with her right hand. She toyed with the stem of the chalice, then took a sip, eyes darting around the room, in particular Haavan, to see if the cat creature was enjoying the feast the King had provided. Minerva set down her chalice and then rose to standing.
“Might I be excused, I fear that all this drama today, has taken its toll.”
She waited for the King’s reply.
Clarice didn’t said anything, she remained quiet and listened to her aunt explain her mother what had happen in this room. She didn’t done anything wrong, other than paint her turtle, but she had already cleaned her, so, everything was fine. Then she was able to open up with her aunt, something she never done before, but she felt like she should trust more somebody that was closer to her father and at the same time not closer. Like, her father spent lot of his time in this castle, so he didn’t saw his sister that much, right? Clarice thought maybe like that Rashna wouldn’t tell them a thing.
Metia payed attention to Rashna’s words, and just smiled, while looking down at Clarice, glad that she behaved and didn’t treated Rashna badly like she’s always doing with the maids.
“I see, that’s great.”
Metia said, while she watched Rashna giving a polite nod to Clarice, and Clarice just done the same. Whatever had happen in here, was leaving Metia curious, because she never saw Clarice being so polite to people she barely knew, unless she finally decided to do what her mother tells her to.
Pushing those thoughts away, it was time to make the King face his daughter, and make everything alright. She tighten a bit of her hold against his hand, and just open more the door, so she could tug him inside with her.
“I brought somebody else to join us.”
Metia said with a warm smile, while waiting to see her daughter’s reaction towards her father.
Whenever Clarice noticed it was her father coming inside, she bite down on her lower lip, and stared at him, with her big judgy dark eyes, then just looked back down at her turtle and began to pet it. She wasn’t going to kick her father out of her bedroom, she was indeed curious why he was here, since he never cared, and never seemed to show her mother love, and right ow they were hand in hand. Adults were so confusing.
The King felt the tightening of Metia’s hand upon his as she drew him into the child’s bedroom with her. The fact that they were holding hands, and not showing anger to each other, or indifference may have been noted by Clarice, but it certainly was by Rashna, who watched on like a silent witness. The King did appear years younger, without the shaggy mane of hair and beard. There was at least a healthy glow to his skin, much of which was to do with the fact his wife had accepted him back into her life, something he was truly grateful for. The King walked like he was on egg shells though. This was actually the first time he had been in her room, so his eyes darted about at the pictures, the furnishings and then down to his daughter. He never truly had looked at her before. She was so very different to that of Derek and Selene.
“I brought somebody else to join us.”
It was a little like facing the firing squad in a way. The King looked to Rashna for reassurance that everything was okay, and she gave him the look a Headmistress would to a boy brought to the office for a good talking too.
“Hello my Daughter.” The King said, trying his utmost to be endearing. Giving his wife’s hand a squeeze, that he was ready to let go and try to mend the fences, the years of damage he caused to his daughter, he kissed his wife’s cheek, and then wandered towards Clarice, and knelt down before her, much like a Knight does before having been knighted. He could see the tiny turtle that was resting on her arm, and he asked. “I had a turtle when I was a boy. A penny turtle, he was.” The King was trying to engage in conversation, and Rashna piped up and said. “And he lost it in the stream, when he tried to teach it to swim.” The King shrugged from the memory, looking back at his sister and said. “I didn’t know the turtle already could swim. But yes…he swam away.”
Metia noticed the way Clarice looked at her father, but she didn’t payed much attention to it because that’s how Clarice basically looks at everybody, like she’s secretly judging you. She waited for her husband to say something, or else they wouldn’t go anywhere. If he didn’t said anything, she would suggest that the they should do something, anything that Clarice wanted, but Henry finally spoke, and seemed ready to face his daughter. Metia let go off his hand, and smiled when he kissed her cheek. Clarice was still watching the both of them being so cuddly, and wondering what in hell had happen in this castle while she was with her aunt.
Henry got closer to Clarice, and for her, he was too close, he was never like this, and sometimes she thought he never looked at her before, like he never had the thought about on wanting to see how her daughter was growing up, or even see how different she was from her parents and siblings.
She decided to look up at him, and one thing she always done was look up into people’s eyes, trying to find if they was being honest with their words or not, when she does that to the maids, she can clearly see they do hate her, and just wished she would go away from them all. Listening to his words about his turtle, she slowly covered her own turtle with her free hand, afraid he would take it away or do something bad to it. It seemed like he had a turtle as well and it swam away from him, Clarice would never let her turtle do that, she doesn’t know if it can still swim, that’s why the place of it was in the box, so it would never run away from her, it wouldn’t leave her.
“I’m not going to let me turtle swim away.”
Clarice mumbled. She thought he was wanting her to make her turtle swim, and then let it swim away from her, so she would never see it again. She never thought her father now had good intentions, that’s why it was hard for her to understand him. Even tho by his eyes, she could tell he was different, but still. It has been too many years without him, and now having him back all off sudden its a hard task.
“I’m not letting it leave me.”
The King’s first attempts at trying to familiarize himself with his daughter, by telling the tale of his own pet turtle, seemed to get his daughter defensive. She covered her own turtle with her hand, cupping it and saying; “I’m not going to let me turtle swim away.” The King just nodded, and then looked up at Rashna, who interjected and said. “She keeps her turtle in a special box, that she showed me earlier. I have to agree, she won’t be letting that turtle out of her sight I imagine.”
Rashna was more or less acting like the child’s advocate in a sense, and the King was struggling to come up with what to say next. How does he make up for the years of neglect that he had caused, the worry, and now he knew that he couldn’t push himself on her too hard, that would just confuse the girl further. He gathered his thoughts a moment, and then said simply.
“Clarice, I’ve been a bad King, a bad Father and a bad husband. I know this is probably hard to understand, and I don’t want you to feel I am trying to press you to do anything you don’t want too.” This was actually very hard for him to explain, but he was doing his best. “Your Mother and I are trying to find our love again, and be happy. You deserve happy parents, that love each other and can love their children.”
He sighed and brushed his hair back nervously, before rising to stand. “Clarice, I’m sorry for not being here for you.”
Metia was watching everything from behind, if Clarice crossed the line or if Henry saw himself stuck, she would help him out, but it seemed like his sister was there to help as well, and Metia was glad for that. Clarice was just being protective over her turtle, not wanting anybody to take it away from her, she almost yelled at her brother to get her a turtle, and now that she finally had one she wouldn’t let it go. Her pets was precious for her. They were the only ones she could open up to, and they wouldn’t judge her, since they don’t know how to talk.
Clarice looked up at Rashna when she spoke about where her turtle lived, then she changed her view back to her hand, and uncovered slowly the turtle, seeing it still hiding its body. As soon as her father began to speak and calling himself a bad King, bad father and a bad husband, all she did was just nod. It was the true after all, and she wouldn’t deny it, he was probably in a struggle to explain her what he meant, and she still couldn’t understand why her parents were all cuddly, till he said she deserved happy parents, that loved each other and can love their children, that’s what she meant by wanting a normal life.
She did not looked up at him when he stood, and apologized. She just moved herself from her chair, and walked up to her box that looks like a large treasure, from there, she removed a paper sheet, that had a castle, but it was unfinished, it was clearly their castle, but she didn’t finished the drawing, because she couldn’t draw the bridge. She placed the paper over the table closer to the inks, and spoke.
“I don’t know how to make one of those…bridges.”
She looked down at the draw, before gulp and place her turtle inside its box, so it wouldn’t run away. Then she decided to finally look up at her father, as her tiny lips departed.
“I can’t do it..You do it.”
Her view quickly changed when she admitted she couldn’t do it, questions of pride, probably. But then she looked back up at her father when she told him to do it. If he wanted to be a good father, this was his first task.
This was the first real time that the King and his daughter had engaged in any form of conversation or activity. Henry didn’t expect his daughter to understand what he was trying to say, for the last thing he wanted to do was overload her with his inner feelings on how he had affected her life.
He knelt down at the small table where his daughter liked to draw, much like Rashna had done earlier, when he saw Clarice bring out the unfinished drawing of the castle. It was missing a bridge to the main land part of the draw, and the King looked into his daughter’s large eyes, when she said;
“I can’t do it..You do it.”
“A bridge? Alright then.” The King replied, picking up one of the unused brushes, and wetting it before dabbing it in the ink. One thing about Henry, he had artistic flair when it came to drawing. His hand moved skillfully, and he started on the foundations and outline of the bridge. Henry worked without speaking, and this brought Rashna closer to stand in behind Clarice, almost like a guardian would, keen to see how her brother fared with completing his first task. It took a good ten minutes for him to paint it properly, and when done, he set down the brush and turned the draw around for Clarice’s approval.
“How was that?” The King asked, watching to see what his daughter would do or say.
Clarice waited for her father to do what she told him to, she wasn’t really waiting for him to do it, since she was more used to rejection than other thing, so whenever he done what she asked him to, she just got curious and surprised, so she watched him, drawing, he was such an artist, and it took him awhile to finish it.
Clarice after awhile got bored of waiting, so she just grabbed the box of her turtle, and stared at it, yet, time to time, she would take a look over the paper, and see how her father’s draw was going. Did a bridge took that long? Or was he just making everything look too perfect for her?
Metia smiled whenever Clarice accepted her father and told him to draw, this was still the beginning but it was good enough for a beginning. She remained quiet on her spot, watching everything, and hoping Henry wouldn’t mess with anything.
As soon as her father was done Clarice stared at the draw, and saw how perfect it was, he was for sure an artist, but she didn’t wanted like that. She used her finger tip from her index finger, and just began to smudge the bridge, or just pushing the ink alittle away from the drawing, so it wouldn’t look so perfect.
“That’s too perfect, things aren’t like that.”
She told him, and just began to move around with his draw, and whenever she was done, it still looked pretty, just blurry. It looked like a draw an adult done, and a child come and just ruined it. She was once using the drawing to compare it with other stuff, such as saying nothing was perfect, she had already seen the bridge of their castle, its not that perfect, as well.
“That’s too perfect, things aren’t like that.”
This was actually a very important observation, and one that Rashna picked up on right away. When she had been sitting Clarice, she realized that Clarice saw herself as different, and certainly not the perfect child. As Rashna explained, there was a beauty in being different. The King took what Clarice said, and watched as the young Casterly started to smudge the bridge that the King had spent so long doing. Rashna could see the King’s confusion, and while he drew back slightly, setting down his brush, his sister made a ‘pst’ sound, and then wiggled her fingers at her Brother. In other words, have a go to help Clarice, but use his fingers. Henry picked up on this and he dipped his finger in the ink, and started to smudge another part of the bridge. This would be the first time, that the two had ever worked on something together.
The bridge was now flawed, and in a way…it was perfect.
Rashna folded her arms, and then crept out of the room. This was a sign, that the fractured family now had a chance. A chance to heal, and one day be the loving family they deserved to be.
Clarice found herself smiling whenever her father decided to help her out, as soon as she noticed she was smiling, she just bite down on her lower lip, trying to hide how happy she actually was her father was finally joining something in her life. He was finally doing this job as a father, and she had never felt so good. She never thought her father would actually do a very big change in her life, just with the little actions he done. After ruining the bridge but in a good way, she noticed her aunt wasn’t anymore in here. Metia was outside the room thanking Rashna for the job she done, whatever she said to Clarice was enough to calm down the little girl, Metia had tried everything to make the girl just understand her father and don’t be so evil, but it seems what she really needed was somebody’s else words, and of course, the presence of her father. After talking to Rashna, Metia went back inside the room, and closed the door behind her, it was on that moment she noticed Clarice using her index finger that was full of black ink, and just poke her father’s nose. Now leaving some black ink on his nose.
Metia couldn’t help but to laugh at this, she even tried to hide her laugh, but it was useless. Clarice began to laugh as well, and it was totally heart warming, she finally heard her daughter laugh, it was different from the other laughs she had heard from Clarice, this one wasn’t forced and it would clearly show how happy she was. Metia walked up to her husband and daughter, and just got on her knees besides her husband. She grinned at him, and placed her finger on the tip of his nose as well, like she was going to clean it, but before that, she had placed her finger in the black ink, so right now she was only leaving her husband’s nose more dirty.
After doing this, Clarice only laughed more, and Metia giggled, while grinning at him. Then she pecked his cheek, like a silly way of apologizing. This is what she always wanted, her family to be together, her daughter laughing was like a wonderful melody, and having her and her husband together was just a happy ending.
It was totally unexpected. The joyous laughter of Clarice and then of course Metia, who joined in on the finger painting prank. Yes, the King now had a black nose, thanks to Clarice, and made all the worse by Metia. The King went cross eyed, as of course he could not see the black smudge on his nose, but his nose did feel wet. The King shrugged and chuckled, as Metia lent in and kissed his cheek, as a way of apologizing for adding to the silliness. To see her parents act so playfully, must have been a shock for the young royal, who bit her lip, when she realized that she was enjoying the spontaneity.
The King dipped three fingers into the black paint, and winked at Clarice, before turning to his wife and giving her a mischievous look. Why should he be the only one with paint on their face. He then boldly attempted to draw pussy cat whiskers on his wife’s cheeks, with a fluid movement of those same three fingers across her cheeks. Course, it would look comical at best, and at the rate they were going, it was going to be an all out finger painting war.
King Henry sat Indian style on the floor, and rested his chin on his elbow, just watching the two girls in his life, enjoy the activities. Simple play and a guardian angel’s words of wisdom, had changed their troubled lives for the better.
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Perhaps God did have bigger plans for Lucan. Who was to know that the magic cast upon the son of Desmond, would finish weaving and turning him to a young man, right before the eyes of the Throne Casterly. Orion had to admit, he was impressed by this, but at the same time wary. The now, young man approached and said what he believed to be true;
“It is now finished. The growth spell has taken it’s course and I shall age as I should.” Orion placed a hand under his own chin and stroked it thoughtfully, while his wings beat slowly. He hated having them drawn in, and liked the freedom of movement they offered. “Perhaps God has bigger plans for me.” The boy was indeed hopeful of this, and really there was only one way to be sure of that. Orion kept his thoughts to himself on this matter, since the immediate family had to deal with Selene and her son. Orion was only an extended member of the family, an observer to this scene.
Lucan wanted very much to be the man in Selene’s life, by the way he wanted to thank her for protecting him, but in the same sentence believed that she should go home to face the man she loved. There were others at stake. Tempest being one, and in a sense Joffrey. He wasn’t completely guilty in all this, for it sounded like he was tricked as well. When the boy offered to take the Princess home, Orion waited for Selene’s reaction. It was no surprise really, when she asked that HE join them on the journey home, to ensure her safety as well as be company to Lucan and herself.
“I don’t see why not. Henry is probably going to be too busy to entertain me, what with him making doe eyes at his wife every five seconds. Sickening really.” He smiled broadly at Lucan. “And Rashna seems to have taken a shine to the young wannabe pony killer. I always knew she was good with children.” Moving to Selene’s side, he offered his arm and said. “Shall we?” A quick head wobble and he was his usual suave egotistical self. Hard to believe a Throne of God was like that.
Rashna glanced up to see that Clarice had held her arm closer so that the Throne could get a better view of the turtle to paint. Rashna studied the turtle for a few minutes, then went back on to painting, quietly just as before. This must have been unsettling for the child, and perhaps it was meant to be. The Elder angel was something of a mystery to the Casterly family, and there was a very good reason as to why.
“Why are you here?”
Rashna stopped her painting a moment, and wiped her finger. “I like to paint.” she said simply, then changed her choice of colours, and started to work on Clarice’s dress. Truth was Rashna was a special type of Throne, and one that actually specialized in children. Not that she had any of her own, or ever planned too. She was a watcher, a guardian of sorts. She was not there to be a scolding authority, or even to tell Clarice what to do or how to act, in fact….she emulated her. Head down, she worked her magic in creating a likeness to Clarice’s dress. Part of it was smudged, imperfect. And she did nothing to change it.
Henry had been relieved to hear that his daughter had listened to his confession with a good heart, and actually realized that she was committing the very same mistakes. It was not at all easy for him to come clean on what had been plaguing him for the past eight years, but he also didn’t lay blame at anyone but himself. He now understood that only you can be responsible for your actions, and should amend them as soon as you realize you are at fault. Henry just wanted his wife…he wanted his family whole, even if that meant, losing Selene to Joffrey again. Though with Orion tagging along, things could get interesting. Henry approached his daughter, and shot a look at his older brother. Kissing his daughter’s forehead, he said. “God’s speed, and use what you have learned wisely.” He then said to Orion. “Try not to beat Joff to a pulp…okay?’
Metia after speaking, she watched her daughter reactions, she seemed to be in deep thought about this matter, and she should. She couldn’t run away from her life, from what she wants/likes, just because something went wrong, if Joffrey didn’t listen her, it meant Selene did not stand for herself, and had too much fear in herself, she needed to be strong and face the reality. She is a mother, she cannot leave her daughter behind, about Joffrey, she doesn’t have to be with him again if she doesn’t want to. Of course, Metia knows Selene still loves Joffrey, its extremely obvious, and no matter how much Metia didn’t wanted her to not love that demon, Selene still wanted him, and if she wanted him, she needs to go after her happiness.
She took a look at her grandson from the corner of her eye, and noticed how he suddenly started to growing up and probably stayed stuck on a teenager body, wow, that was fast, so Desmond’s magic was apparently strong, and now Metia began to wonder if such teen boy could control such power. She didn’t interfere on the moment he was having with his own mother, she would let Selene realize what it was the best to do for her. Which was going back and explain herself, go after her happiness.
Metia smiled and nodded when Selene finally understood she couldn’t run away from her problems. Then she wondered if Orion would go with her, it would be good have somebody with her, for her own sake and the boy’s too, we are not that aware of what Joffrey can do.
The Queen stepped closer to her daughter, and rose her chin, departing her lips as soon as Henry finished speaking.
“And if he doesn’t listen to you. Stand up for yourself, yell, scream, throw stuff at him, till he gives you the right to speak.”
She said with a grin. How did people thought Metia always had the right to speak? Because she never backed away, she stood up for herself, which sometimes it could be troublesome, because the argues with Henry would only get worse, but she was doing it for what she thought it was the right thing to do.
Clarice huffed out when Rashna said she liked to paint, for some reason Clarice didn’t felt like that was the entire truth, and she thought her aunt was only here because she was being forced too. Plus, she had other questions running through her mind, why was her father like that, what had happen between him and her mother, what did he told to Metia and so on. But sometimes it wasn’t really her business so she remained quiet and started to find out things on her own, slowly.
When she finished drawing her little wings, she removed her hands away from the draw, and grabbed on a clean cloth that was there, as she began to clean her fingers, and the turtle as well, even tho the ink was already dry so a cloth wouldn’t work. Clarice placed the turtle back in its box, and picked up another clean cloth, she left her bedroom, and went straight to the closest bathroom, so she could make the cloth wet. This took her five minutes probably, because she was trying to figure out how she would reach the sink.
Going back to her bedroom, she removed her turtle from its box again, and sat down on a chair. She began to clean the turtle, while leaning her back against the chair, and swing her legs back and forth.
Selene could only laugh softly as Orion spoke of her father’s affection towards Metia. It held a tone of bitterness, however, as she was once the same pile of sap with her own husband. Pushing those thoughts down, she looped her arm through the one Orion offered and looked towards her parents. Her smile was weak as she bowed her head, not really looking forward to having to face Joffrey. However, she loved Tempest with all her heart and wanted nothing more for her family to be whole again. Whether or not she wanted Joffrey anymore didn’t matter. She had to be strong for her children. Nodding her head, she murmured softly to Orion “Yes, we shall.” Stepping towards her parents with Orion in tow, she continued to speak quietly as she addressed her parents. “Thank you for always accepting and loving me. I am not who I am without you.” Her voice was hollow as she spoke, her eyes dim as she gave into her hurt finally. Turning around, she spoke absently to Lucan“Come, darling…” As she began to leave the throne room, a servant rushed forward with a letter. He tried to give it to the princess, but she just brushed past him. She just wanted to get this over with.
Lucan smiled weakly and walked towards the servant, taking the letter. Opening it, he saw his sister’s words and his heart sank. Perhaps things were not going so well back in the Night Lands. Folding the letter in his hands, he then rushed to follow his mother and Orion to their awaiting carriage.
With Selene having left with Lucan and his brother Orion, this left the Queen and King alone in the throne room. Clarice was still away with his sister Rashna, who was probably keeping the child well entertained, but lord knows how. Henry let out something of a sigh of relief, when the door was closed and it was just the two of them. He had already explained how he took responsibility for the way he had acted over the years, but he also knew he could not undo the damage that had been done to his relationship, or that of the bond between himself and Clarice. Henry’s appearance had changed drastically, but had his personality? Now was the moment of truth.
Glancing down for a moment, the King went silent, as he gathered his thoughts and then decided what he felt fitting to say.
“For the longest time, I have done everything I can think of to…shut you out of my life. In effect, to make you loath me to the point you would leave our bed chambers and never return.”
The King started to walk towards Metia slowly, as he raised his gaze, his wings opening out in full, and you could see his holy aura returning to the fore.
“When you decided that you would do what I had more or less pushed you too, I realized what I had done. I felt there was no turning back. But in this act, I realized I had not only hurt you, but our daughter and myself. I couldn’t face what I had become, and so I left for the Temple.”
Henry stood before Metia and then asked her the most important question of them all as he brought his hand up to cup her cheek
“Will you have me, Metia?”
Watching Clarice sitting well away from her, with her turtle and swinging her feet, Rashna wiped her hands and turned her sitting position so that she faced the little girl. With her elbow resting upon her knee, her fist under her chin, the angel asked the child a question;
“If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?”
Metia smiled at her daughter and nodded while watching her leave with her son and Henry’s brother. She just hoped everything went alright, and nothing wrong would happen. Well, Orion would be there so its not like something that bad could happen, right? He seemed to be a strong angel. Plus, if Lucan knew about his magic, and could use it, they would be fine, as long as the little boy knew how to control it, he seems to hold so much power.
Now the both of them, The Queen and King, were alone in the Throne Room, things got awkward and silent again, since none of them knew what to say, Metia just started to walk, heading to the throne so she could sit down, but she stopped on her way, whenever she heard Henry talking. She slowly turned around, to face him and listen to what he had to say. She took a deep breathe when he started to get closer to her, but her eyes would never leave his. She wanted to know if he meant his words, if that was the truth, and for now, he wasn’t proving anything that could make her doubt.
She leaned in his touch, feeling the warmth of his skin against her cheek, made her feel good, she brought her own hand up, and placed it upon his, not wanting him to step away from her. This was the final decision, if she took him back, they had the chance to build up everything, to make them have a good and normal family, not like those seven years, they deserved better, they needed better. If she said no, they would stay away from each other till the rest of their lives, and Clarice would never have father love, Metia wanted to do what was right for her daughter, and herself as well.
She answered him with a gentle smile.
“That’s all I want, to fix our marriage, our life, and our family.”
Clarice kept cleaning her turtle, and whenever she was done, she just threw the wet cloth on the ground, and placed the turtle back on her palm, wanting to see if it would pop out its head and start walking, but it seemed like it was kind of scared right now, so it remained quiet.
She began to play with the inside of her mouth, by biting the inside of her cheek or lip, she was bored, that’s for sure, and her mind wouldn’t stop with the all questions. Her eyes laid back on her aunt, when she asked her “If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?”.
Well, deep inside, Clarice just wanted everything to be alright, to have her mother’s and father’s love, to not be a troublesome child, and not make people hate her, but she didn’t felt like saying this all to Rashna, she never liked to show people that she had some kind side in here, she thought people would take advantage of her if she done that.
“I don’t know..Maybe a place only for me, so nobody can bother me.”
She said with a shrug and stared down at the turtle.
“Or just a normal life.”
Since she didn’t wanted to talk about everything ,father, mother, herself, hate, love, she just said having a normal life, it was like a summary.
The child asked curious while staring at her aunt.
Metia’s smile had such an affect on Henry, coupled with the word he longed to hear. And she said it not once but twice. “Yes yes.” It was more than just a commitment, it was a promise. That’s all I want, to fix our marriage, our life, and our family.” The King felt a huge wave of relief, and he exhaled heavily, like he had been holding his breath too long. Feeling the touch of her hand on his, he moved his hand down, and interlocked his fingers with hers. Looking into her eyes adoringly, it was obvious the King had changed. He brought his forehead down to touch hers and uttered;
“I promise not to rush you. But believe me when I say, I want to get to know you again. Spend nights with you, and exploring you.” He brought his other hand up to rest on the small of her back, pulling her tighter towards him. “I’ve missed you so much.” Henry then moved to kiss her lips, ever softly, but not letting her go from his hold. While part of him wanted to go and see Clarice, he felt the need to build the bridge back to his wife. If both parents were united in their love, then surely this would flow onto their daughter, well..hopefully.
“If I could have anything in the world, I would wish to be back in Heaven.” The angel said simply, barely moving from where she sat on the floor. Rashna was not about to say why she wanted that most of all, though she had very strong reasons for it. “We might be more alike than you can imagine, Clarice. You want a place only for you, I want to be with God. Though you say you might like a normal life, I really don’t know what a normal life would be like. I’m anything but normal.” The Throne said simply, now drawing with her finger on the stone floor. Lifting her head, she then asked Clarice; “It’s hard being different, isn’t it?’
Metia smile’s grew bigger when she noticed how relieved Henry felt all off sudden with her words, and his touch against her forehead, making them kept more closer, the way he held her closer to him, made her feel good, feel the love, feel like everything was right, even if they were still half way, it still felt right, and Metia wasn’t regretting this moment. She listened to his words carefully, nodding at each one, she was glad that he had really changed, not only his appearance but his personality as well, she felt like the old Henry was back, not that extreme lame one, but the one that love inside him, and wasn’t such an ass towards other people, and kept putting them out of their lives. He was a warm heart person, always willing to help, and full of love, Metia wanted that man back, even tho she hated that man long ago, but things change.
“I missed you too.”
Before she could say something else, she felt Henry’s lips against hers, and this time he was the one who kissed her, and she wasn’t the one who kissed him, that’s why it felt even better and right. The kiss was soft, but none of them had the intention on breaking away, or staying away from each other, his hold on her would tell that. She stretched out her hands, and wrapped her arms around his necks, while tip-toeing, and deepen more the kiss. Of course, whenever this lovely moment was finished, they had other trouble to deal with, Clarice.
Clarice stared at Rashna and waited for an answer from her. She wanted to be back in heaven? Even if Clarice was this mean, she knew about heaven and god, she was from Casteryl after all, her mother already told her about that, maids, servants, and some conversations she tends to hear from her father, whenever she decides to stalk him. Yet, she didn’t felt like God would like her, that she deserved some place in heaven, that’s why whenever a maid yells at her to be a good girl, or else god won’t like her, Clarice just says she’s going to hell anyway, or says that heaven must be boring with everyone being so polite and not doing anything for their fun. But everybody had different points of fun, Clarice’s fun was destroying the other lives, or maybe, she only done that to call attention, to let people know that this kid existed.
Clarice mumbled when Rashan said she had no idea of how normal life could be, and she admitted she was far from normal as well, what was the secrets within this woman? Did she felt different? Felt left out? Like she was ugly, but the only thing she was, was just different from the others?
Clarice nodded and looked down at her turtle, when Rashna asked her if it was hard being different.
“Yes, it is. People don’t like it if you’re different, they think its ugly.”
Clarice was using the word ugly, because she was still a child, so she was comparing what people thought about her, with what her brother thought about her black fish, since he called it ugly.
Such a tender moment. The royal couple alone at last and able to share in an intimate embrace, kissing each other not out of lust or hunger, but of love. True love that had broken through the boundaries of years of sorrow and pain. Beneath all that had happened to them, that one solid bond, could never truly be broken. Henry used to be so lame and goofy in his attempts to keep his wife on her pedestal, something she probably hated and rightly so. She needed a man to love her not the Court jester. But this moment, felt right for both. They needed this as the foundation on which to start over. A new flame of love arose between them, and armed with this, they could well go on to fix their fractured family. If this was a sign that nothing was impossible, than they should use it to the full.
Releasing her from his hold, he stared down at her warmly. He took her hand, and then with his free one, gestured that they go to find their youngest, Clarice.
“I think we have left Rashna to sit for our child long enough, wouldn’t you agree, my Love?”
“Yes, it is. People don’t like it if you’re different, they think its ugly.”
“In a manner of speaking, many people despise what is different. It shows a lack of tolerance.” The Throne said truthfully, rising from the floor, and smoothing out her dress. She then gazed down at the child and continued. “However, I see being different as being unique…special. Why would anyone want to be the same as everyone else?” She started to stroll over to a nearby window, and raised a hand to the pane, speaking as though she was also telling herself.
“True beauty comes from being imperfect. Its not what you see…it’s what you don’t see that truly makes us what we are. So many are quick to judge, especially with children. All too busy with their own lives…they forget the children are in the shadows…watching, learning….reacting.” Rashna sighed, and looked back at Clarice.
“When did they stop looking at you?
The Queen was enjoying her private moment with the King, it has been awhile since the both of them had something like this, seven years without a single hug wasn’t good for anybody, and now they are here, arm in arm, and kissing, nothing felt better than this, and Metia felt her life building all up again. After awhile of kissing each other, they finally broke the kiss, and Metia slowly open her eyes, full of joy while she stared up at her husband, he had let go off her, and right now was just holding her hand, did he had something in mind? It was then he suggested for the both of them go find their daughter, Clarice. Oh yeah, Rashna was with the little Clarice.
“Oh that’s right. I hope she behaved.”
Metia replayed while starting to walk, hand in hand, with her husband. The both of them left the Throne Room, and went to the Clarice’s bedroom, to see how was she going. This was going to be a hard meeting, because this time Henry wanted to see his daughter, and Metia was highly surprised he was the one who suggested to go see her, and not Metia.
Clarice looked up at her aunt, listening to her words carefully, she never thought this woman would understand her point of view. Even tho some of her words, Clarice didn’t understood fully, but enough to make some sense in her mind.
Clarice never thought being different was something bad, she thought it was special, and that was what define you, but it seems other people doesn’t think like that and they’d rather judge you than try to get to know more of you.
“Because its easier?”
Clarice suggested when Rashna said why anyone would want to be the same as other person. Maybe because they would never get judged, or it would be easier to deal with the people around you. If you follow a different path, you will have more trouble on finding those true people who will always stick with you. Then the subject was about children, how they are always in the shadows, watching, learning and reacting. That’s basically Clarice, she’s always watching everybody when she’s alone. She tends to stalk her mother or father, she wants to know what is going on with them, if its not them, she will do the same with the maids or with her brother.
Clarice stared down and started to think about Rashna’s question.
“Since I started to do things on my own.”
When she stopped being that adorable innocent baby, and turned into a little kid that could now walk on her own, and play alone, people started to put her away, and for call their attention, she started to destroy stuff around, she still exists, they needed to look at her, but whenever they did, it was only for scold her. She didn’t knew how to call peoples attention without doing something bad.
A knock on Clarice’s bedroom door could be heard, it was rather soft, then the door was slowly opening and we could see Metia stepping half of her body inside.
“Is everything ok here?”
Metia asked, while staring around, nothing seemed that messy, then she took a look at Clarice and the girl seemed quiet. Clarice just looked up at her mother, and bite the inside of her cheek, hoping she didn’t heard a thing.
“Is everything ok here?”
Rashna glanced at the door, when she heard the knocking, and then seeing Metia start to enter. The Throne stayed by the window, but turned fully to face the Monarch. She was curious of course, to know how things went between Henry and his wife, while she had been sitting with Clarice, but she had more pressing matters, like kicking Henry’s ass further for his inattention towards his own daughter Clarice. In her mind, Clarice was the product of her Father’s depression and lack of attention. She knew now was not the time to discuss such things openly, especially after getting the child to open up about a lot of things. Children are inquisitive, active and always learning. This is why its important to pay heed to their questions, no matter how silly or simple they may be. They grow with what knowledge they are set at a very young age. From what Clarice had told Rashna, it looked to be that she was ignored from the moment she stopped being a baby. Not by her Mother, but definitely by her father.
“Clarice has been showing me her pets and we have done some drawing together.” Rashna said, gesturing towards the small table, where there were a number of draws. “Your daughter is truly gifted.” The Throne said, and gave Clarice a polite nod of recognition.
Henry stood still outside the door, listening to what was being said. In a way, he was scared to enter. The King knew the harm he had done to his daughter, but would have to suck it up and deal, if things were ever going to be right.
Clarice stared at the people in front of her, and her eyes laid on her uncle, since he was speaking about her. Saying girls made from sugar, spice and sticky plaster, and that he dared her to say she would be riding the pony again.
“No, I want it dead.”
She mumbled with a frown, while playing with the edges of her dress, with her little fingers. She knew she wouldn’t get in trouble by saying this, all her mother would do was just roll her eyes, or tell her to stop it. His charm didn’t convinced her, it freaked her out, since he was a stranger for her, and now that she found out its her father siblings, she fears they are the same as him, so of course, she won’t go easy on them.
Then her aunt was getting closer, too closer for Clarice’s liking, so she just dropped her head down, not looking at the woman. She tends to look at people in the eye, to freak them out, or tell them to go away just by glare, but since this was her father’s siblings, she will keep her view down for awhile. She was so used to never look at her father in the eye. When her aunt asked her about her bedroom, Clarice sighed out, and looked away, like she was forcing herself to do this. She stared up at her mother, and gripped on the edge of her mother’s dress, waiting for her to say something, but all Metia did was just a nod, that would tell her to go and show Rashna her bedroom.
Clarice stopped holding Metia’s dress, and just began to walk away, if Rashna wanted, she could follow her. When she stepped outside, she took a last look at the door, and heard her father wanting to speak with her mother, again. This is why she didn’t wanted to leave her mother alone in there.
Reaching her bedroom, she pushed the doors with her palms, trying her best to open it all, but since she wasn’t that strong, she only opened half, enough to make her step inside. Her bedroom was all white, of course, but on the walls, she placed her drawings, which was drawings of her pets, then herself, or her mother, or the castle. Even tho there’s a new draw she wants to make of the castle, but she doesn’t know how to do those bridges, and some other things, so she puts the draw away, till she has the courage enough to ask her mother to help her out. On a corner of her room, there was a box with the design of a treasure, and that’s where she kept her stuff to do pranks to the others, she had lots of red ink in there, that’s how they knew Clarice has been there, by the red ink, she prefers red over white.
“Princess, I have here your turtle.”
A maid stepped inside her bedroom.
Clarice turned her head, and saw a maid with a plastic transparent box, with a little turtle inside it. How? Clarice asked her brother to give her one, but he denied, and told her to ask her mother, but Clarice didn’t had enough time to ask her mother that.
“I heard you saying you wanted one, so here you go.”
The maids always try their best to keep Clarice in a good mood, so she won’t destroy anything anymore. Even tho she had already destroyed few clothes from the maids. Deep inside, Clarice was fangirling over her turtle, because it was little like her, she ran towards the maid, and snatched the box away from her hands. Then she walked up to a chair, closer to the window, and stood up on her knees over the chair, and pressed the plastic box against the window, like she was showing the little turtle her new home.
Metia looked down at Clarice waiting for her to say something, such as hello, but the girl said nothing, then she rose her head up, and stared at the others. Seeing Henry’s brother mess around with Clarice, made Metia smile slightly, but then Clarice just ruined it by saying she wanted to kill the pony. Rolling her eyes, Metia rather ignore this now, then stress herself with more drama, its enough what she’s going through, Clarice’s behavior will have to wait. Whenever Rashna got closer, and asked Clarice about her bedroom, Metia just waited for Clarice to do it, she didn’t wanted Clarice here, and see how tense and horrible the atmosphere between her parents were, so it was better have her away for few minutes. She nodded down at Clarice, telling her to just go and not complain, and Metia was glad, Clarice done what her mother told her to.
Now that, Clarice was gone, Metia could focus herself more on Selene, Lucan and Henry. She was trying her best to not look at him, but her body was working against her will, and she stared at him for a couple of seconds then changed her view quickly. She watched Lucan being all over-protective with his mother, which made her smile, the boy was just adorable, and he didn’t deserved have such troublesome life, right now he was safe in this kingdom, but he doesn’t have a father, and Selene lost a daughter. We can clearly say this is one of the worst family’s out there.
Henry’s voice calling her name, sent a shiver through her spine, it could be considered a pleasing feeling or not. Her eyes laid back on him, and without knowing what to say she just nodded, while her lips departed.
“Huh..Sure. Lets go to the resting room.”
She said, looking down at his hand, she wanted to hold his hand, but she needed to be a strong woman, and not fall back in his feet again. Metia placed her palms in front of herself, and just started to walking out of the Throne Room, heading to the Resting Room.
As soon as they stepped inside the Resting Room and the door was closer, Metia quickly spoke.
“We have a problem here. Selene got kicked out of Night Lands. Hers and Joffrey’s marriage isn’t working out. He used her in some way, and she allowed another man to use her. I’m not going to blame her forever. But now she has that child, and Tempest doesn’t considers her as a mother anymore.”
Metia wanted to only speak about Selene problem, and not hers. It would be more easy.
Rashna followed Clarice to her room silently. She was highly observant, and also knew the traits of children well. It was not lost on her that the child was different from most, and in particular, her behavior towards Orion was unusual at best. Most children would be proud to do a show and tell, and also the fact that she wished her pony to die for causing her to be injured raised more suspicions. Clarice even looked different from her parents, and this had her wonder for a moment, as she regarded the child in her own room. Rashna unfurled her wings, and let them flap slowly, as she silently took in the girl’s drawings. Walking along the wall, she observed the many pictures. Usually children drew familiars or things that they like or appreciate.
“Do you have any more drawings?” Rashna asked, after the maid had brought in the turtle, and Clarice was showing the turtle her room.
Henry was lead into the resting room by his wife, who had acknowledged his return almost casually. He didn’t smile or try to rush her when she said;
“We have a problem here. Selene got kicked out of Night Lands. Hers and Joffrey’s marriage isn’t working out. He used her in some way, and she allowed another man to use her. I’m not going to blame her forever. But now she has that child, and Tempest doesn’t considers her as a mother anymore.”
Henry listened intently, and took it all in. Continuing to stare into his wife’s eyes, he knew that she didn’t wish to speak her feelings about what she thought of his leaving and his return. If this was the game she was going to play, then for the time being he would go along with it.
“Then she is to be made to feel safe and happy here. Clearly it was a bad idea to have ever arranged the marriage in the first place. Blaming her for any of this goes nowhere.”
The King stood back, and folded his arms. He had changed, it was plain to see, but he was not about to fall on bended knee to his wife. Not yet. If she truly wanted him back, then she would have to make that clear.
“Whether you wish to speak of us now or not, is up to you. I shan’t push you. All I can say….is I returned because I realize that running away from my problems gets us no where.” The King moved forward and then placed his lips to her forehead, kissing her softly as his hands brushed her shoulders. He was not going to force himself on her further, but wanted her to know…he loved her.
“Let us go back and tend to our family. United.” He again offered his hand to her, to see if she would take it.
The Throne Room
The room had been more or less cleared leaving Orion with Selene and Lucan. Being that he was an Elder Throne of God, he had a commanding presence in the room. He had never took family nor a mate, since he was one of God’s chosen, a warrior to the heavens. He was impressed with Lucan’s attitude toward protecting his mother, and he made this clear.
“I am sure you will do well in protecting the Queen, far better than the knights of course. By the way, have you been down to the training grounds, to see where they practice the art of sword fighting, I hear they have some of the best in the realms.” He said, making conversation.
Metia turned around and faced her husband, waiting for some replay from him. His replay surprised her, because he said blaming her wouldn’t take them go nowhere, while he was the one who blamed Metia for not be able to control Clarice’s behavior. Did he really changed? Or is just playing around to not suffer more drama during this day?
He started to get closer, and that clearly left her nervous, she gulped, and stared down for a couple of seconds, before look back up at him. He told her that he had changed, and she wished she could believe in that. Hell, she already believes, but she still has that part of her, that is trying its best to not fall all over him, and then suffer in the end. She doesn’t want a broken heart, again.
Before she could say anything else, she felt Henry’s warm lips against the skin of her forehead, that left her breathless for a second. How much she had missed his touch. It has been awhile since he had showed her some affection, and this made it clear that he really had changed, and she should give another try for make their marriage work. This time, together. Looking down at his hand, she placed her palm over his, and lanced her fingers around his, while stepping closer to him, and pressing her lips softly against his. It lasted for awhile, but it was soft.
“I love you.”
She mumbled those words against his lips, whenever she broke the kiss. Her free palm would be placed upon his chest, and she sneaked her fingers up to his neck, like she was going to caress him, but all she did was pinch his skin kind of hard, and start walking towards the door, she was just joking with him, since she had her hand open, waiting for him to follow her and take her hand.
“Later, you’ll have your punishment.”
She told him.
Clarice after showing the kingdom to the turtle, and stare at it as well. She heard her aunt’s voice, asking her about her draws, if she had more. Clarice turned her head around, and looked up at her, seeing her wings. White, of course, they were white, she wondered if she was the only one with black wings. But its the difference that makes somebody special, right? That’s why she picked different animals, they were always different from the others, and right now her turtle, seemed to not have the fourth leg.
She replayed to Rashna, and walked up to her small table, in there, she placed her turtle, then went to that box looked like a treasure, she open it, and from there, she removed ten drawings from her. They were about her, or her pets, mother or brother. There was only one that had her father, well, at least it seemed to be him, since she basically drew him facing his back, like he was staring at something or just ignoring.
With that all papers on her hands, she ahead towards her table, and placed the papers over there, so her aunt could see them. Then she went take some inks and a clean paper, to start drawing her new turtle. She used her fingers tips to draw it, knowing very well, her mother always told her to never paint stuff without something else covering her clothes, but she always done the opposite, to annoy them.
Using her free hand, she picked up the turtle from the box, and placed it over her arm, so she could stare at it better. The turtle just began to climb up her arm.
Selene watched her sister claim she wanted the horse dead with a small smile. Though it was a bit drastic, it was still humorous to see Clarice had such an independent spirit. Folding her hands in front of her, her eyes followed Clarice and Rashna out of the room before they flicked back to her mother. Metia seemed a bit unsettled by Henry’s request, but she did as she was asked. The princess gave her mother an encouraging smile before she turned to look at Orion address her son. Still she remained silent as the weight of pain was silently weighing on her shoulders.
Lucan watched Orion warily, making sure he did not step too close to Selene. Though his mother placed a hand reassuringly on his shoulder, the little boy was unsure of what to make of this angel that stood before him. He seemed harmless enough, but that meant he could pose to be an even greater danger to the both of them. Crossing his arms, he lifted his chin smugly and responded “Of course I will be better than any knight. I can do things they cannot do.” He then felt a sharp pinch on his shoulder from his mother, and he looked up to see her shaking her head with a grim look on her face. Clearly Lucan was speaking of his abilities too freely. Lucan looked back at Orion and shrugged “No, I haven’t…” Rushing towards him, he smiled broadly “Have you ever been in a war before? You look like you’re too nice to kill anyone. Have you killed a man before?”
Selene laughed softly and shook her head, looking to Orion with an apologetic smile “I apologize for his boldness…he is like his sister.” Thinking of Tempest, she fell silent again and looked away from them. Lucan looked back towards Selene with a puzzled look, not know he even had a sister. Seeing his mother look upset, he quickly looked towards Orion and whispered “I must try harder to not make her so sad. She’s been very sad lately.”
Rashna remained silent after watching Clarice’s interaction with the turtle. The manner in which she held the box up to the window and found herself almost mesmerized with the creature. For one that wished death to a pony for a simple fall, and yet to treat a turtle with such care meant that the child did have the capacity for understanding and care. This child was definitely nothing like her father at all.
On the request to see more drawings, Clarice offered a one word answer of yes. Rashna nodded and kept her place, not showering her with praise for answering, but keen to be observant to see how the child went about getting more. Clarice brought out her drawings, and many were of her pets, her mother and brother. The one she suspected was of her father, spoke volumes, having his back to the young artist. Something told Rashna that Henry had not been an active figure in the child’s life, and perhaps that contributed to her behavior, though bold for attention.
Watching Clarice start to paint the turtle, and take it out of the tank and place it on her arm to study it, Rashna went to the desk, and took out a clean sheet of paper herself. She came back to the small table and made a space for herself, lowering down and with her fingers, she emulated Rashna, however she started to paint Clarice, with black wings and holding the turtle. She did this wordlessly, knowing well that Clarice would see.
For a moment, the King held his breath waiting for his wife Metia to take his hand and go back to the throne room together. His kiss upon her forehead was to show that he did in fact love her, and wanted so very much to save what they once had. Though his face was solemn, his eyes told a different story, when she came back at him and kissed his lips with her own. The charge or spark that went between them from the simplest of kisses, was enough to awaken the love fiercely within the King’s chest.
“I never stopped loving you.”
The King replied back to her mumbled gesture. Almost fumbling in his attempt to stroke her back, before he felt the pinch of his skin at his neck. “Ow.” he said, rubbing it as she stepped away and then teased that he would be punished later. “Really? He found that he could not help but have a smug grin from such an idea and reached for her hand, and walked back with her to the Throne room, to face Selene and her son Lucan. Clearly this family had a lot of mending to do.
Orion was enjoying how Selene’s boy appeared to have such enthusiasm in protecting his mother. His boldness was not of cheek, but more a desire to see her happy. Perhaps she had suffered a great deal of late, to have to return from the Night lands without a husband or father figure for her son. Selene was offering apologies for her son’s behavior, and Orion waved it off like it was nothing. “It’s good to see such spirit in the lad. I’d expect nothing less of my own if they were to be the one’s in charge of caring for my beloved. He will grow into a fine man, I assure you. Besides, looks like he inherited the Casterly’s looks. Ha.” Course he was referring to himself, and flicked his hair back before standing with his chest out proud. Orion was something else. He then politely answered Lucan’s question.
“Have I killed a man? In God’s army…yes yes I have.” It was not something he was proud of but he was not ashamed to admit it either. Lucan found that he could trust in Orion, for he spoke to him in a whisper about how she had been so very sad lately. What was this, contagious? He had already seen Henry sad too. Orion leaned down to the boy and spoke back in a whisper, but loud enough for Selene to hear.
“Then, it is up to us as Casterly men to ensure she is kept happy and healthy here. No more tears. Her happiness is paramount.” He patted the boy’s shoulder warmly then gave Selene a wink.
Clarice stopped drawing and began to rub the turtle, caressing it gently, but since her fingers were dirty with the ink, she was basically painting the turtle with the color dark green. Later on, she would wash the turtle, but the color the turtle had didn’t seemed so catchy, it was more like some grey, so she decided to give it more green, but also because she just wanted to caress the turtle. She could have her mean moments, but she was aware of what care and affection meant, and she did showed those two emotions, only towards her pets, which wasn’t smart enough to see through her, and find out the whole reality about her.
Her eyes spotted Rashna on getting a sheet of paper for herself as well. Was she really going to draw? She always drew alone, so she wasn’t sure on what Rashna would draw. Yet, she felt the need to paint as well, to show the woman, Clarice could be better, or just to bother her. However, when she started to draw, Clarice noticed that her aunt was basically drawing her, with black wings and a turtle. Why was she doing that? Clarice looked up at her with a small frown, before look back down at the draw. Using her little finger, she poked the black ink with it, then just helped out Rashna on drawing the wings, not making them look to big, or too beautiful, because they weren’t like that.
Metia clenched her left fist and threw it in the air, while moving it for awhile. Like she was celebrating something, clearly having a sarcastic expression on, just for the fun. She was celebrating the fact that Henry had never stopped loving her, she didn’t wanted to act all lovey dovey, so she just messed around with him. It wasn’t that bad compared to this all years she went through.
If she wasn’t feeling so well, if she was under so much pressure, and drama, she will just act a little different, and more laid back, while deep inside, she just feels like raging, and throwing stuff around. Feeling her King’s fingers around hers, she just smiled and looked at him, from the corner of her eye, still remaining a polite and Queen figure, like a lady should. The both of them left the Resting Room, and was on their ways towards the Throne Room, they saw Selene, Lucan and Henry’s brother. Thankful, Clarice really did obey and was now with her aunt.
“Sooo..Still protecting your mother, Lucan?”
Clarice asked with a small smile, while she just walked closer to her family, tugging Henry along. There was tons of things Selene had to explain to her and to her father, such has what really had happen between her and that warlock, and about Joffrey, also how Tempest is already a 15teenager, and that boy just born today, and he’s like a ten years old.
Lucan smiled brightly when Orion spoke of his spirit and good looks. He tilted his head with a smirk and shrugged “You’re a nice looking man, I’ll give you that. But I have my mother’s hair and her pretty green eyes. Her eyes are so lovely, don’t you think?”Turning around, he gave Selene a loving smile before whipping around to face Orion. Eyes wide, he rushed towards him and spoke eagerly “Who is this ‘God’ you speak of? I want to fight in his army too! I’m strong and brave, I swear!” Seeing Orion crouch down and speak in a soft tone, he leaned in conspiratorially as he waited to hear a good secret. After listening carefully to the angel, Lucan straightened up and nodded firmly as he spoke in a whisper once more. “Yes, no more tears. I shan’t be happy until she is.” Crossing his arms, he spun around and smiled at his mother once more.
The princess appreciated that Orion found Lucan to be ‘spirited’ instead of bothersome. Though he was really only a day old, the boy seemed to have a firm understanding of how the world works. He was curious and brave, as well as witty and sharp-tongued. The fact that he was a great mix of both Selene and Desmond both saddened and gladdened her. Selene only shook her head with a small smile as Orion spoke of the Casterly looks, finding Orion to indeed be dashing. Though he was handsome and amiable enough, the princess did not want to be charmed by men. Her own husband was charming and compassionate when she first met him, and look where that got her. She smiled gently at the two boys as they spoke of making her happy. Selene knew she was to act as if she did not hear them, but she still managed to blush a little when Orion winked at her again. Reaching up to brush her hair aside, she called to Lucan “Come darling, let us not bother the nice man any longer.”
Lucan frowned as though he was going to start whining until he saw that his grandparents returned. Rushing over to stand in front of Selene again, he nodded his head fervently with a smile “Of course, Grandmamma. I shall never leave her side.”Reaching up, he grabbed the princess’s hand while giving Orion a thumbs-up.
Selene laughed softly and turned to look at her mother and father. Her gaze lingered on her father briefly, wondering if he was all right after his journey. She was definitely curious as to what her parents talked about, but she knew better than to mention it. Turning her attention to Metia, she knew her mother wanted more of an explanation. Metia did take her in without much question, but annulling the marriage was a serious ordeal. Sighing, she bent down and kissed Lucan’s forehead. “Go stand by Orion, darling. I must speak to your grandparents.” Lucan only nodded and walked over to stand by Orion. He was a well-behaved little boy and just wanted to make his mother happy.
Seeing her son obey, Selene then walked up to Henry and Metia and spoke softly “It pains me to say this, mother and father, but I allowed dark magic and selfish desires to cloud my judgement. I wanted another child so bad I think it made me forget how to see the world clearly. Desmond was a trusted friend, someone I thought very highly of. He must have taken advantage of this position and changed into the form of my husband. I lay with him under the assumption that he was my husband and he impregnated me. I can only assume because he is a warlock that his power has been transferred to Lucan, thus explaining his wildly growing body.” Letting out a soft sigh, she then continued “I realize now I was a fool to allow a man to trick me into thinking he was my husband. I ought to know who my true husband is.” Her eyes then met Metia’s boldly as she spoke a little louder “Joffrey learned of Lucan’s birth and unleashed his demonic rage on me yet again. He attempted to hurt Lucan and banished us from the Night Lands without hearing an explanation from me. I know I could have forced him to listen, but seeing him react like that only made me realize I could never love or forgive a man who would do that to my child.” Looking at the ground, tears formed behind her eyes but she would not allow them to fall. “Because of his rage and my foolishness, I have lost my daughter and can never see her again. That is my only regret in leaving Joffrey. Though, I would certainly leave him again after the way he treated me. I will never forgive him for the way he used and abused me.” Looking up, her eyes were now dull and her mouth was set in a bitter line. “Mother, you were right about men.” Feeling the weight from her loss and grief over her family finally set in and she could only look at the ground to keep from crying. She would not break down in front of her family, she had to be strong.
Orion was somewhat perplexed with Lucan asked who God was. It actually made him narrow his eyes and then glance at his mother, Selene. “You don’t know who God is? But surely if you are a Casterly, you must know.” Orion strolled over to Selene and then asked. “What am I missing here?’ It was a good question indeed. Nothing against the boy, for he seemed to have good heart, and deeply caring of his mother. Something was off. The Boy continued with how he was strong and brave, and could be part of God’s army. Orion showed concern towards Lucan. There was more to this lad then met the eye.
The Return of the King
It was hard to make sense of Metia’s sarcastic and somewhat comical reaction to the King’s declaration of love. A fist pump? Even for her that was a bit much. The King became amused by this side of her. Perhaps the old Metia was making an emergence, and if so, he would deal with that as part of their reuniting as a couple. It was obviously going to be a long hard road before they shared a true sense of trust and commitment to each other after all the years they had been at opposites, mostly due to the inaction of the King to commit and show love to his wife. Hopefully all that had changed in his trip to the Temple of Thrones, where he more or less got a smack on the back of the head, for running away from his problems, and manning up. With Orion and Rashna now in residence, and watching over the family, he was going to have to do his utmost to show he could do better. Being tugged along by Metia, the King showed a quirky smile, letting her explore this more casual side. Course, the reasons for Selene’s return to the family was about to be revealed, and Henry showed united front with Metia, when Selene explained her current circumstance. Orion was also interested in this tale, in particular how it came to affect the boy.
As Selene explained herself, the King placed his arm around Metia’s waist, glancing at her side on, just to show he was willing to publicly show affection, but not in the old ways, where he smothered her. Listening to Selene, the King didn’t really like what he was hearing, at all. The part that really hit home was when Selene said “Mother, you were right about men.” At this both Orion and Henry looked at Metia, and Orion was more bold than his brother and piped up; “Right about men? In what way?”Clearly, Orion took offence. Henry wanted to facepalm, but held his composure.
Orion then looked at Lucan and put two and two together. “So the boy is half angel, bred with that of a Warlock?’ He huffed and folded his arms. “That explains why he knows nothing of God, and if he really is only a day old….he’ll be ninety by the end of the week.” At this Henry shook his head. “I still can’t get my head around the fact you didn’t even know that you were laying with another man, and not your husband.” This was a clear showing that the Brother’s Casterly were having a hard time grasping Selene’s story. Orion drew his fingers back through his hair and sighed. “They say love is blind.” The King released his hold on Metia, and walked towards his daughter, thinking carefully before speaking. “So you have annulled your marriage, lost your husband and daughter, and cut all ties with the Brax? Are you sure that is what you want?’ He grew serious. “Sounds to me, like your husband struck out in a fit of rage, which is to be expected from a demon. You did run off to marry him after all, and know him better than any of us” It was at this moment, that Henry felt he needed to not only come clean on his own behaviour, but also to make his daughter understand that everyone makes mistakes. Selene….I have a confession.”
He looked back at Metia, and then sucked in his breath and his pride before looking back at his daughter. “Many years ago, I did what you are doing now. I made a mistake, an error of judgement, that cost me not only my piece of mind, the love of my wife, and the joy of spending time with my youngest daughter, who to this day can’t even look at me. I grew resentful, hateful, spiteful. I refused to let God’s light shine into my life. My own heart turned black. Then….I decided to run away, rather than face my wife….who I do love. I went home, to Orion and Rashna. It was there, they kicked me in the ass and brought me back. I learnt the hard way, that running away from my problems solves nothing. Though this is hard to understand, it is better to face them, and deal with it, then lose….everything.” At the word everything, he looked back at Metia. He was not ashamed to admit…he had been wrong.
Rashna glanced up at Clarice. Her actions spoke volumes, and while her maids or her family may have chided her for painting on her turtle, Rashna refused to show a reaction. She just went on painting silently. When Clarice started to help her draw the wings with the paint on the tip of her finger, she allowed it. No words needed, for Rashna was very in tune with the reactions and facial expressions that Clarice was expressing. Rashna cleaned her finger, then started to paint the turtle with the same paint that Clarice had used to paint her real turtle. The Throne angel tilted her head and worked with care, capturing the likeness of the turtle, as Clarice continued to do the wings.
Metia rose her chin slowly, while listening to her daughter explaining herself, she wanted to know more of her situation, since she didn’t asked enough questions when Selene showed up. It was on that moment Metia felt some arm being wrapped around her waist, she took a look at Henry from the corner of her eye, still remaining with a serious expression, but inside, she was smiling and happy he done that, even tho it would take them awhile to fix their marriage. Now Metia was understanding everything, still hard for her to believe how Selene didn’t noticed it wasn’t Joffrey who was having an intercourse with her, but sometimes the wish on wanting something, does leaves you blind. Metia was about to say something, till Selene said that Metia were right about men. She shrugged innocently and looked at Henry. She said that to Selene, years ago, before she had ran away with Joffrey. Metia warned her about not fall in a man’s charm that easily, or else she could get hurt. Metia suffered back then, broken heart, and its definitely the worst pains out there, then she had deal with another broken heart, from Henry, and it wasn’t easy to deal with it as well. So of course, she says some men are such bastards. Then Orion spoke.
“Its not like that, I just told her to not fall in some bastard’s charm…”
She bite the inside of her cheek, and tried to hold a chuckle from her own words. Trying to explain herself, which didn’t worked.
“I’m an asshole.”
She mumbled, shaking her head. Metia was definitely acting different now, she was more playful, not because she was 100% happy, but enough to bring back some “life” into her.
Now Metia allowed her husband to speak towards her daughter, Metia had already shared her opinion about this matter, she wasn’t satisfied with what Selene done, and was clearly upset to the fact Selene backed away so easily, and didn’t stand up for herself. If it was Metia’s case, she would do anything to make the other person hear her.
Metia took a deep breathe, when Henry said he had a confession and looked at her. What was going in his mind? All would have an answer when he started speaking, she wanted to facepalm herself on that moment, because she was in a struggle to not tell her daughter her marriage problems, so she didn’t had to worry, but Henry just rambled about it. Well, not really rambling, because the more he spoke, the more it touch Metia’s heart, she could see that he really had changed and he admitted his mistakes, like she made her daughter do before. Admit your mistakes, see what you done wrong, and fix it.
As soon as Henry was done and looked at her, Metia just showed a small smile.
“Tempest is still your daughter. You don’t have to have any kind of tie with Joffrey, but he is Tempest’s father, she’s on his side, because she doesn’t know yours, even tho from the letter I received from her, it will be hard for her to believe you.”
Metia told her daughter, honesty. If this was what Selene really wanted, Metia would quickly put Joffrey away from her thoughts, since she was thinking about have a second meeting with that demon, their last meeting didn’t worked that duel, since that thing ate a bit of her flesh due the crows, and she burnt herself with anger towards him. She wasn’t thinking about getting angry again, she was going to be “civil” and “polite”.
Clarice keep on painting with the tip of her finger, quietly, not saying a thing, since Rashna wasn’t speaking either. Now Clarice began to wonder what was going in her mind, did she wanted to say something but she didn’t wanted to upset Clarice? Or she was just feeling uncomfortable around the child? They were basically strangers to each other, but that didn’t meant Clarice was getting curious about her aunt, at least she is wasting her time to paint with Clarice, not everybody does that. Her father never done that, its only telling her that maybe his siblings are different.
While she was drawing her own wings, Rashna began to draw her turtle, and she stretched out her arm more closer to Rashna so she could see how the turtle was, she knew Rashna wouldn’t hurt her turtle, due the way she was working with the draw, careful.
“Why are you here?”
Clarice finally spoke, and tilted her head to the side, still curious about this, even tho her expression didn’t showed much. She looked up at her aunt with her dark eyes, waiting for an answer.
Selene turned slowly to face Orion, slight exasperation on her face at his question. “M’lord, he is but a day old. I just had to rescue him from a raging demon and I myself have been overcoming the loss of my family. The subject of God hasn’t come up yet during this busy day. You will have to forgive me for not further explaining.” She trued to ignore his comment about Lucan being ninety by the end of the week. If he kept growing like he was, he would be dead soon and she would lose him as well. Turning to look towards the thrones, she listened to what her father and mother had to say. They did seem sympathetic, but she knew they were still skeptical of her story. It seemed no one believed she was deceived, and it deeply troubled her. Feeling as though she had no true allies, she walked away from them to stand before one of the stained glass windows with her arms crossed. While she stood alone, she pondered her father’s words. The princess did not want to lose her daughter, that much she knew. But while she thought of Joffrey, she truly felt unsure of whether or not she could go back to him. His rage shook her to the core in her time of darkness when she just gave birth. He hadn’t bothered to listen and just cast her and the child aside like they were scum. However, he had come back to her before when he had unleashed his demonic rage. Perhaps it was her turn to put her foot down.
Lucan watched all this unfold silently. Though they were speaking in hushed tones, he could hear everything perfectly. Stepping towards Orion, he sighed softly and looked up at him with big green eyes. “I feel the magic pushing me forwards, sir. But I know it has a stopping point. I can feel it. I sense it.” Then, he began to grow before there eyes, a white mist around him as he changed from a boy into a young man, looking to be a teenager. When it was complete, he smiled slightly “It is now finished. The growth spell has taken it’s course and I shall age as I should.” Looking between them, he was sure they would want to know how he knew such things. Shrugging, he smiled towards Orion “Perhaps God has bigger plans for me.”
He then walked over to his mother who was oblivious to his growth as she was lost in her thoughts. Standing next to her, he pulled her chin to look up at him at he was now much taller than her “Mother, you are a strong woman. You saved me from a man you love. Yes, I know you still love him. You had enough bravery to leave him behind to save me. I know you ran away, but you also gave me a chance to live.” Pulling her into a hug, he murmured softly into her ear “I will take you home to your husband. You know that is where you belong.”
Selene looked up at her son in wonder. Who was this child she had been given? He was truly a gift from Heaven, and was full of wisdom she knew had to be from God himself. Looking to Orion, she silently wondered if the angel had a hand in this. Taking Lucan’s hand, she walked over to her parents once more and spoke softly “Father, Mother, I understand I must not run. This is bigger than me. I have a family that I must unify.” Looking towards her father, she smiled softy “I do not wish to lose my daughter because of my mistakes. As for my husband, I will make him listen to me. Then, it is in God’s hands. I must do what is right for my family.” It seemed that returning to her father’s presence and upon meeting Orion, her faith had been restored. Turning to Orion, she smiled slightly “I do hope you will be joining me for the sake of Lucan…”
Lucan perked up at this and walked over, a large smile on his boylishly handsome face. “I know I would certainly appreciate the company.” He then turned to smile at his grandparents, clearly thrilled by the idea of travelling.
Another morning, another day.
Too wet to go out, too wet to play.
Staring through the frosted panes;
I see the cubby fortress in the rain.
Fingers draw upon the glass, an unhappy face;
For there is nowhere to go, no playing space.
The laundry is too small you see.
The Budgie cage, the washer , the dryer and me.
So where to play, what to do?
Then I decide; my eyes open wide.
For there on the shelf is a folded up sheet.
Its Mothers, her best Sheriden, so neat.
Pretty pink flowers, with tiny green leaves.
So I stick out my tongue sideways, and roll up my sleeves.
For if I can’t play outside in the rain;
I’m going to build a tent, and be an Indian brave.
Indians are cunning, daring and wise;
And I sneak past my Mother in the kitchen;
Who calls out..”What are you doing?” to which I lie;
“Colouring…in my room”, then off I scamper.
Down the hall and in my room;
Where you can make a tent with a sheet, chair and broom.
So while the rain continues to fall,
I sit in my Sheridan sheet tepee,
Like an Indian squaw.
Easter/April Fool’s Day Special – Death Club Live Role play
A New cold war.
CharlotteCarrendar: – It was like God himself had flipped the switch and all the lights and power returned to the compound. Wolf ripped off his night vision goggles, as the sirens sounded loudly. “FUCK!” There was nothing for it, and Ayalah had already got in behind the wheel of the Porsche. “I will leave you behind, you big Dope.”- she snarled, as she started the engine. Part of Ira wanted to kill Ayalah himself at this point, but he had almost completed the mission, and now, he had to chose. Tossing his goggles away in anger, he got into the car beside her, just in time, as she threw the car into reverse and floored it, the car’s tires screaming as the car rocketed out of the garage and then did a 180 degree spin, spewing out vast quantities of burning rubber fueled smoke. Laughing madly, she hit the accelerator and the car took off down the drive, past the numerous guns that were firing from the bushes. Pinging sounds heard against the outer metal of the car, as she headed for the gates and freedom. Ira tossed his head back into the head rest and grit his teeth. He hated himself more than ever, and wondered, if she would ever forgive him, if Lotus got out alive. :: Back in the compound, the sudden burst of light had Lotus come to a halt. “Oh no..” Time was not her friend. Out in the open now, she was a sitting duck. Madly she ran back into the room where they first came in and grabbed back up her bag that she had brought with her. Everything she needed to make an escape. Still wounded as she tried to place the bag on her back, she staggered for the balcony entrance, where she did a right turn, and started running for the cliff face of the compound gardens. It was the only way.
LadyBelz: Gia ducked into alcoves as guards ran about, searching for downed comrades or possibly the person or persons who had caused all the chaos. Still covered in black, she was unnoticeable as she began searching for Lotus. She came across the decapitated guards and spotted the trail of blood leading out onto the veranda walkway overlooking the cliffs. “Shit.” she whispered to herself, drawing her knife – a just in case measure. Stepping stealthily through the doors, she checked the area thoroughly. There was no sign of Lotus. Using the lights from inside the compound, she looked around for the trail of blood and spotted it heading away from where she was standing. Quickly she made for the gardens, hoping it wasn’t too late…
CharlotteCarrendar: Lotus’s heart was in her mouth, as she saw the Porche speeding out of the grounds, tearing away into the night. They had left her behind, to suffer the fate of whatever Yuri and his men had in store for the Japanese spy. Blood dripped from her wound as she staggered along the veranda, hearing the sound of crashing waves, coming from the end of the landing. The Wind whipped up, and mixed with the shouts of the remaining guards, and the ricochets of bullets being fired at the car speeding away, she knew she didn’t have too many options left. Her hair spilling out from her bun as she ran, like a black torrent down her back, the bag was now weighing her down. Fearing for her life, she dropped the bag on the ground so she had enough strength to make it to the cliff edge. She didn’t look back, even if it meant she would be shot from behind..
LadyBelz: Lotus had a good head start but didn’t know the compound as well as Gia did. Ignoring the guards that were occupied inside and out in front of the compound, she quickly followed the trail of blood, noticing the little droplets were getting larger and thicker the further she traveled. A sound made her glance up and she spotted her quarry as she tossed some bag away from her in order to not be bogged down. Her right arm seemed to be hanging listless at her side. Gia picked up the pace, gaining ground quickly behind the fleeing woman. “Lotus! Wait!” Gia took a chance and called out the young woman’s name. The alarm was still blaring so it was doubtful she was heard.
CharlotteCarrendar: Ten feet from the edge, the balcony of Roman columns were the only thing stopping people from toppling over the edge and plummeting into the sea. Down far below, the roar of the waves, as they crashed against the rocks was almost deafening. Lotus could no longer have feeling in her right arm, as her shoulder had been seriously damaged by the gun shot wound. Suddenly, there were footsteps, running. Someone was running after her. Flashes of memory flickered through her mind as she made the final few steps. Then a voice; “Lotus! Wait!” Someone called her code name. Blinking tears, she whipped her head back around, to see the outline of a woman, then getting closer she was dressed like that of the Crow. Terrified it was one of Yuri’s people, she cried out. “I jump!”
LadyBelz: “I jump!” Gia heard the woman’s breathless and panic-filled warning. She stopped a few feet away. “Lotus…I only want to help you. You have to trust me now. Can you do this?” Gia asked, slowly putting her knife away and holding out her hand. “You can not jump, not from this height. The rocks below will rip you to shreds. There is an easier way to be free from this place but you have to trust me.” Gia pleaded with the young woman, hand held out, almost in supplication.
CharlotteCarrendar: :- All Lotus’s life, she had been betrayed, by each single person she had ever loved. Even Ira left her to die. Why now, would a saviour come to her aid, just as she was staring death in the face. Her face showed the torture of years of abuse and neglect, and the trust was just not there. Eyes brimming with tears. She took a look back down at the tumultuous sea, that would ravage her body, and wash her away like the stain that she was. There was only one way…and she slowly took her katana off her back with her left hand, and sank to her knees. As the woman would watch on, most likely horrified by this, Lotus, with one hand, turned the blade, so the tip would face her stomach. She had no honour, she had no true family, for she could never call Uri or Ayalah that. Her head dropped, as she tried to force the blade through her chest with one hand, as her body sagged.
LadyBelz: Gia watched in horrified shock at what she was about to do, paralyzed. She could not let this happen. She had made a promise and she was not about to break it. “No!” she cried out, running full out toward the girl. When she was close enough, she kicked out, striking the hilt of the katana with the heel of her boot, praying that she was not too late.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The tip of the blade starts to penetrate her clothing, and then she feels the tear of skin, when all of a sudden, the woman who is watching the closing of the lotus, kicks the katana out of Lotus’s hand and it clatters to the ground, the tip of the blade coated in her blood. Lotus’s head wobbles slightly, then rises as she views the woman who screamed “No!” at her. Sirens blaring and the roar of the sound of a fleet of cars, meant one thing….they were coming back from the Ball. Shuddering, Lotus extended out a blooded hand to the woman and then collapsed upon the ground.
LadyBelz: Gia hears the screech of tires out front and could hear Yuri yelling “Vhat zee fuck ees zees bullsheet?” She turned back to Lotus just as the young woman lost the fight with consciousness. “Dammit.” she swore. She had much to do and precious little time to do it in. First things first, she grabbed up the katana and backtracked to the bag that had been tossed away and quickly hid them where no one would find them, beneath a cluster of rocks that made up the north wall of the garden. She grabbed up the unconscious woman, careful of her injuries and got her up over her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. She turned back the way they had come, knowing time was precious, but the library was the quickest route back to the servant’s quarters, where she knew she could keep Lotus safe from Yuri and his men. Checking that no one was about, she slipped silently into the library and took the left hall into the servant’s wing. One of the other servant girls, who had bravely kept a watch out, saw her coming with her cargo, eyes wide. “What happened?” she whispered. “Not now. I must see to her safety but I need you to pick a few of the others that you trust to keep this secret to go to the main hall and clean up the blood trail leading to the gardens and to here. He has returned and he cannot find this woman or we are all dead. Do you understand me?” Gia’s tone brooked no argument and the girl, eyes wide with fright, nodded vigorously, hurrying down the hall to wake a few of the other servants for the task ahead. Gia got to her room without incident and carefully placed Lotus on her own bed. She ducked into the bathroom for medical supplies and water. Setting the items on the side table, she quickly ripped off the black silk top Lotus had been wearing and tossed it across the room. The wound from the katana blade was superficial and didn’t require her immediate attention. It was the gunshot wound that worried her and needed the most work. Ripping the shade off of her lamp so that she’d have more light to work with, she took up a pair of tweezers and began to probe the wound, checking to see if the bullet had lodged itself inside. Not finding anything, she turned the woman onto her side to see the exit wound in the back. Nodding, she took up the peroxide and poured half the bottle into the wound, taking a chance that this would knock the woman back into the land of the living, or make her groan in pain but remain unconscious.
CharlotteCarrendar: As Lotus hit the ground, she closed her eyes for what she thought was the last time. Would this be the moment, when God finally decided to let her end her suffering? Dazzling lights like fireflies danced about her in this state of unconsciousness. The beat of her heart became the final drums that led to the next life. Everything in her life started to show in her mind’s eye, but going backwards, in rapid time, as she stared down the pathway to the light….she glanced down beside her to see her five year old self, who reached out and took her hand. The little girl was smiling at her, and pointing to the light. That way…that way…Just up ahead, her mother stepped out from behind a tree and gestured for her to come. Take the journey into the light. Boom..boom..boom..Boom….Boom…her heart was still beating. The little girl started to pull on Lotus’s hand, trying to get her to walk faster. A blazing red light appeared from the other side of the track, and she could then hear voices. Two women talking; “Not now. I must see to her safety but I need you to pick a few of the others that you trust to keep this secret to go to the main hall and clean up the blood trail leading to the gardens and to here. He has returned and he cannot find this woman or we are all dead. Do you understand me?” In Lotus’s mind, the light was starting to fade, as the little girl broke her hand away and ran towards her mother. Lotus finally stopped walking and looked back behind her. Boom…Boom…Boom…Boom…”Misako…….” There was a god awful pain, that had her cry out in the real world, as she opened her eyes to see Gia hovering over her.
LadyBelz: Lotus’s eyes snapped open and caught Gia’s gaze. Gia stared back at her. “You are safe. No one will find you here. You are safe.” Gia whispered, returning to tending the gunshot would. It had stopped its furious bubbling and she used some water to wash away the blood. Grabbing up needle and thread, she began to stitch the wound closed, having done this many times for herself out in the field. Once the front wound was done, she again turned Lotus to her side to give the same treatment to the exit wound. She inspected her work, satisfied to see no oozing. She covered both with gauze and medical tape before wrapping her shoulder in a field bandage. She careful returned Lotus to her back and stood with a sigh. “If you can understand me, you must remain in this room until you are healed. Yuri cannot find you here, he does not come to this wing of the house. Once you are well, I will get you out of here safely.” There was a light tap on the door and drawing her knife, she turned toward it. “Yes?” she whispered. “It is me.” came the voice of the servant girl. Gia pulled the door open slightly and peeked through the crack. “We have done as you asked, but He is in a right state. He shot the Captain for his failure and they have another prisoner, a man, with them.” the girl stated. “What of the other girl…Mia?” Gia asked. The girl shook her head. “Dammit.” Gia snapped. She had been hoping that Mia would have gotten away while they were out, but it looked to not be the case. “Thank you. Back to bed with you now. And remember, you saw nothing.” The girl nodded and headed back to her own room. Gia closed the door and locked it before turning back to the bed. Despite the pain, Lotus looked to be staring at Gia in curiosity.
CharlotteCarrendar: “You are safe. No one will find you here. You are safe.” Gia continued to reassure Lotus, as she carried out cleansing the gunshot wound, which at this point was agonizing. With nothing to bite down on, Lotus grit her teeth, to stop herself from crying out further and giving away the fact she was there. Whilst the sewing of the wound was performed, Lotus stared at the woman, unsure of what to make of her. Surely she was risking everything just by helping her and hiding her in her room. Lotus still had no idea what to make of her, but she was in no position to argue. . “If you can understand me, you must remain in this room until you are healed.” Lotus finally knew what this meant. She had been double crossed by her half sister, Ayalah. Ira obviously in on it, had led her here purely to be the decoy as he rescued Ayalah for her Father, Uri. The more she thought of the whole plan, the more she realized she meant nothing to no one. A knock at the door, and Lotus had been eased on her back. Laying there, she listened to the two women converse again about Yuri returning. He may well tear the place apart looking for Ayalah, but maybe this woman knew more of the compound than she had imagined. On the closing of the door, the young girl dismissed, it was just Lotus and Gia again. The two staring at each other. Lotus finally spoke. “I am honoured you have helped me….but who do you work for? Why help me?”
LadyBelz: “I am honoured you have helped me….but who do you work for? Why help me?” came the hushed question. How was one to answer that without giving too much away. “I work for…a friend. And I help you because I can. Do not ask any more. You need your rest. When it is safe to do so, I will bring you something to eat.” Gia turned away, pulling off her top to reveal the stained wife beater underneath…stained with the blood of the Lotus no doubt. She sat down in the chair across the room to pull off her boots before standing again to strip off her pants. Standing only in her shirt and a pair of plain black underwear, she crossed the room to collect the supplies she used. She gave Lotus a piercing look, one of some deep suffering she had yet to reveal before she shook her head and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The sounds of a shower starting made it to Lotus’s ears, but there was nothing beyond that. Who was Gia? And what was the look in her eyes for?
CharlotteCarrendar: – Told barely enough, Lotus had to stay quiet as instructed. Clearly the woman had been through an ordeal in the release of Ayalah, and now had the wounded Japanese girl in her room, that could well undermine her ability to do her job. Promised food, and assistance, Lotus simply nodded, but continued to watch her with wide eyed fascination. Following her movements, and she caught the look in her eyes. Haunting to say the least. It seemed that the pair, may well have something in common, but what? Only through sharing words, would they discover the truth behind the eyes. With the shower starting in the other room, and now Lotus was on her own, she turned over to stare at the wall, as in her mind, she plotted the destruction of the Viper and Uri…if she ever got out of this alive.
Roleplay Group : The Death Club
A New cold war.
The Secret life of Lotus – Part Four.
Writer : CharlotteCarrendar
-Ira could no longer sit in bed, and having heard the horrific childhood account, of the breaking up of her family. The Israeli was furious, throwing back the sheet, that barely covered his black boxers, and he planted his feet down on the carpeted floor, padding over to the bar, where he reached for a bottle of whiskey, and a glass. Opening the fridge with a hard jerking action, he took out the ice bucket, and seized the cap top, removing the lid, and then picking up the tongs, to retrieve a few ice cubes, to drop into his glass. More or less dumping the ice bucket on the bar top, which made a metallic clatter, Ira gripped the edge of the bar, trying to steady himself, to stop the flowing up of rage, from deep within. Bowing his head, his shaggy locks swept from his brow to cover his eyes; eyes that were now filled with hatred, for a man, he believed to be…good. From what Masiko had revealed, Uri had been a part of both Ayalah’s and her life, for a very long time. Jutting out his chin, while he inhaled sharply, Ira tapped the floor with his right foot, tapping out like a code of what he wanted to say, but was simply too enraged. Masiko continued to lie on her back, staring up at the ceiling, not needing to speak at this point, for the tension level in the room had reached a dramatic new high.
Taking up the bottle of whiskey, he unscrewed the cap, and poured himself a glass, hoping that the taste of the alcohol might help numb him from experiencing the mental images of Masiko’s past. But unfortunately, as he took a sip, and there was the liquid fire burning from his tongue down his throat, he could still see Uri in his mind, treating Masikos mother as something less than human. Hearing the clink of the ice cubes that swirled inside the crystal glass, Maiko decided to speak. “Are you ready for the next chapter, Ira?” Masiko’s voice had become flat, as though she were speaking to him in a dream. Joy and love were absent, just like the child spoken of; herself.
Ira, did not want to return to the bed. In fact, he no longer wanted to look at her. Perhaps it was shame; shame for simply being a man, and hearing what another man had done. And all for sexual gratification? The more that Ira thought about this, he realised. No, no…It wasn’t about gratification at all. It was about power. He could have stopped; he could have given the family their lives back. But instead, he continued to humiliate Masiko’s mother; and her Father. Ira drank the last of the scotch, downing it in one go, Ira gasping loudly, before wiping the back of his hand, across his mouth. The Israeli set down the now empty glass, with just the remanets of the ice cubes left, and decided to sit on the single comfortable chair, that was in earshot of the king-sized bed. Easing himself into the chair, he lent back, and tried to relax, even though he felt like every muscle in his body was tightening. “Only, if you are willing to tell it.” Ira replied, curious to know what happened after they left Israel. There was still the matter of how she came to be not only a killer, but one of the most captivating of Geishas.
Masiko, rolled over and then went into a kneeling position on the bed, as if she was playing out her childhood, once again, in both mind and body. Her black tresses, perfectly straight, fell down her back, and with those enchanting yet haunted eyes, she stared straight ahead, where there was a mirror behind the bar.
The Claw of the Dragon.
“Although, I am Japanese, this was my first trip to Japan. I was all of five years old, and my Mother had taught me to speak Japanese, so at least I could understand those that I met * she paused for a moment, bringing up her hand, and touching the side of her right cheek, as she stared at her own reflection.* “The trauma from seeing what Uri had done to my Mother, and the forced removal from Israel had meant I had lost my voice; my will to speak.. Not that I needed to speak. My Father, he refused to even address me. I recall, arriving at his home, in Tokyo, and it was a far cry from what I knew to be home.” Masiko’s father was very wealthy, having made his fortune, off the back of an inheritance, and well thought out in his business structuring. Course, he would come to meet Masiko’s Mother, through family connections, so to keep the wealth in the family. Family influences came to see him enter government only a few years later, going on to become the Ambassador to Israel. But what many did not know was that he had been sponsoring a woman back in Kyoto. And no ordinary woman. Her name was Kikuyu, and she was a Geisha. One of the finest in the entire region. Course, Misako would not come to know about her straight away. Left behind much of the time in the main house, with her Grandmother, Masiko was to have a very lonely existence. Often, by the time her father returned from his business meetings, Masiko would be asleep, and he would be gone before she awoke each morning.
“For those first few years, my Grandmother tried everything to entice me to speak, but, I just couldn’t. No word on my Mother, an absent father, and this Grandmother, who would not show care or love. I was just the ‘child’ It’s like, everyone knew but me. I was different, to the other children at school. Teased mercifully, as the older children tried to get me to speak. My hair pulled, my food stolen, my shoes hidden. I remember the day I was cornered after school. About five boys and they had given me hell in class, I was surrounded, and they shouted obscenities at me. I didn’t cry, I didn’t run, I just stood there, waiting… for the beating.” Masiko’s voice almost became breathless, as her train of thought had finally pulled out of the station of her mind. Casting her gaze across the room, at a vase filled with beautiful flowers, so delicate and fragrant, Masiko uttered. “There has been only two people in this world, kind enough…to help me, when I thought I was at my end.” Masiko’s nose started to glow red, while her eyes showed the glistening of tears. Slowly blinking, the first of the two tears fell, one for each of her guardians. “One of the larger boys had picked up a brick, and he held it in his hand, ready to throw. And just like that…a boy I had seen, fleetingly at school, because he was always in the Principal’s office. He appeared as if by magic. One minute, my eyes were closed, ready…waiting for the strike. But opening them, he had his hand around the boy’s neck, and thrown him against the wall, the brick falling to the ground, and smashing. The other children all scattered. They were terrified of him. Everyone was.” Ira was now definitely hooked. This was becoming a roller coaster ride of emotions, sweeping him up and now tugging at his heart, for a young girl facing bullying at such an age. The Israeli inched forward in his chair, and asked. “So who was your saviour?” Misako licked her top lip, and had a double take, as she finally heard Ira asking a question. Turning her head towards him, Misako said softly. “His name, was Ryo Takeo. I was to discover, that HE was the school bully. So much larger than the other boys, and he was so strong. Ryo released the boy, and gave a warning, that it was he that dished out the punishments. I had never seen anyone run home so fast. He kicked away the brick, and then walked right up to me, and held out his hand.” Looking to the floor, it was clear, that Masiko was reliving this tale as she told it. “There is something about Japanese culture, that the bond between Mother and Child, is the greatest one of all. To quote another is to say “a child is like clay, always being moulded into different shapes by mother’s firm hands.” You see, Ryu was well aware of me, for the whispers of the elders, had been heard by the eldest sons, and Ryu knew that my Mother was never there, just like his. We shared a common bond, and it had shaped us both, but in different ways. I refused to speak, and he beat everyone up. It would become the unlikeliest of friendships. But what I didn’t know, was that others were watching. Their members spread across every city, looking for new and upcoming youth that would swell their ranks, and make them even more powerful. My friendship with Ryu….would lead me into the world, of the Yakuza.” <3>