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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Dec 16, 2016 22:58:07 GMT -5
[ It's completely fine, I understand when schedules get filled up with other stuff that needs to be done~ ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Dec 17, 2016 23:03:47 GMT -5
《 Well I have a little bit. More to come soon.
Y’know, I think we need to add some drama to Will and Sybil’s relationship. It’s been going far too easily for them so far - we can’t have that lol 》
As usual, she was right.
It was a tiny cut. He knew she could treat it herself, the same way he knew even if she couldn’t that it was Benny’s job to patch people up. Or was it? To be honest, Will had never seen anyone else working in the infirmary, but he had no idea whether it was officially the bearded man’s job. Was any of that knowledge stopping Will from treating it like a stab wound? Definitely not. The sight of her blood smeared all over her sleeve made him uneasy, but his motives were probably a lot less pure. He did have to get back but work but… He didn't want to let Sybil slip away so soon after what had happened at the party.
Will snorted at her comment. “Because most women in this city aren't as sensible as you, dear.” Will replied as he gathered up the few supplies they'd need. It took him an embarrassingly long moment, as he didn't generally know where they stored things in the infirmary. He'd managed to scrounge up what he wanted by the time she spoke up again. He couldn't help but smile at the messy hair and oversized shirt, some of her earlier makeup having been wiped away. “Indeed,” he agreed. That's my girl. He found it undeniably cute. Although she would probably punch him if he were ever to call her something such as ‘cute’. He brought the stuff over to her bed as she had a seat, smiling at her. “Operation is a go. The doctor is ready for surgery.” Will said, playing along. “Hand?”
He gently took hold of her wrist once again with one hand, picking up the clean cloth he'd run under water for a moment while he'd been gathering supplies. His eyes flickered up to hers for a second. “This might sting a little. Though I'm fairly sure - no, I'm entirely sure but would rather not think about - you've had much worse.” Will warned before he brought the cloth down to the cut. Always to clean things so they didn't get infected. He proceeded through the very basic treatment as tenderly as he could, telling her about the new creature he'd been reading about lately as he went. “...They're only found in very remote parts of the Eastern Isles - in fact, they were believed to be hunted to extinction until a few years ago when they found a pod of them… They lure their prey close to the water's edge by taking the form of a horse, and then become water once again and drown the victim… Fascinating, really...”
It only took him a minute or two to finish up with her hand, having wrapped it carefully with gauzy bandages. He gave up his rambling about the demonic-water-horse creature (although he'd never call them demonic - he'd rather love to see one, actually. He loved regular horses already, and these were magical horses) as he tied it off. Then Will lifted her hand to his mouth, pressing a quick, soft kiss to her knuckles. Despite all the things on his mind, all the questions and worries, he knew he had this. This moment, where it was quiet and just the two of them. The rest of the world could go away, just for a few minutes. He smiled at her again, eyelids crinkling as he looked down at her. “All better,” Will said, then reluctantly set down her hand. “I really should get to work… Unless you have a good excuse for me? Any other emergencies that need tending to? I wouldn't complain, you know, over a reason to drop everything and help my girl.”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Dec 17, 2016 23:41:38 GMT -5
[ oh yes, it can't be that easy. Add handfuls of drama. It's like that moment in the book where everyone is happy but you know something bad gonna happen ]
Sybil barely paid attention to her hand being mended, she didn't even mind the sting. She just sat there listening to Will, kind of staring up at him and grinning. She memorized the way the corner of his eyes crinkled when he smiled and how he spoke, the words just rolling off his tongue. She's heard him speak like this before, no matter the topic he somehow rambles on about it for as long as he can, and she wouldn't mind one bit. It was one of the traits she found so...alluring about him. How he could make conversation out of almost nothing, how friendly he was compared to other people. It was the complete opposite of how Sybil was, maybe that was another reason why she liked him so much. Opposites attract she hears. All her earlier thoughts just kind of flew out the window where she could no longer hold them down to torture her further. She wished it took longer to patch up her hand, she wanted to listen to the big goof a moment longer. She wished that he didn't have work to get to, she wished that....she honestly wished they could stay in the infirmary and talk for a long...long time. She wouldn't even utter a word, just nod and smile while he did all of the speaking. Damn you Dante She thought bitterly, looking up at Will.
She didn't know she could smile anymore but she did when he lifted her hand to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. Such a cliché but Will was like that. A Cliché who was a big baby around blood....considering he lost most of his contents during a little scuffle where the seats were switched. Him in the infirmary bed and Sybil being the one watching his dumb self. Long story short, big man came to kill Will with stabby stabby. Sybil kicked butt but then she got her butt kicked. Will stabby stabby man, then Sybil kills the big bad man. Then Will barfed....but that was a long time ago. She thinks. Time was going faster and faster through her finger tips as the days went, obviously nothing to worry about. She opened her mouth to speak, she was going to say Oh no you go off to work. I'm gonna nap and possibly go gamble but her sputtered her words when he said My girl. She didn't know why but that made her stomach flutter with happy butterflies at the thought that he considered her his girl. Of course she considered him her man but she doesn't voice it like that sometimes. Doofus, knuckle-head, goof-a-doof, and some more colorful words she uses to describe her affection to him. Frankly how could he even say My girl with the fact that they weren't officially courting? Great time to think about that Sybil she scolded herself. She wasn't one for those labels, courting. She always made fun of the term too, said it was too formal for this day and age.
"Well ah...." She tucked her hands into the sleeves a bit, and did this flappy thing with them like she was some bird while looking down at her lap. "I-I-I was j-just ah....I mean I was th-thinking that....you know I've had a lot on...on my mind bu-but" She tried to speak, stammering so bad that she just flapped the sleeves a bit more while looking around franticly. "I need to know something..." she said after a while, nervously chewing on her bottom lip as she hastily tried to calm herself down. "I just...we've been doing this...for a while and I...I know I'm no one for labels but I...I was just wondering do you...." She tried to think, to form the words together without sounding like a complete idiot while doing so. She finally sighed and reached forward to take Will's hand into hers, cradling it like it's something fragile she doesn't want to let go. "Are you...interested in...courting at all?" She finally said, almost a whisper. "I mean...I know our lives aren't perfect but...I don't know I just...want to know if you are interested at all in the idea....?" She mumbled, looking at her hand holding his. "I want to know this isn't some phase. Like the tough girl for a while....and then get bored of her when the excitement is all but dull....then fall for the next doe that comes waltzing in with a pretty face and a pink skirt" She said it like it was something that has happened before. Which it has...remember she has only fallen for a couple of guys.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Dec 19, 2016 21:51:39 GMT -5
《 Ahh nooo two days of Christmas shopping was too much when I needed to be replying to this.
Warning! Warning! Trouble on the horizon for the Swible! All hands on deck! Ha. Ha get it? Because it's a ship. No. Too much bad. && too much strikethrough. What even is this?
Okay okay I'm gonna try to write something but I might not finish tonight 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Dec 19, 2016 22:35:50 GMT -5
[ Bruh Christmas shop to your hearts content, I gotta do shopping tomorrow thank goodness for Christmas bonus ] [ *shakes nervously at the ship pun* ] [ Swible will survive, this ain't no Divergant ] [ not enough strikethrough I tell ye It's fine~ I'm trying to survive these next few days with my cold ;x; ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Dec 19, 2016 23:01:57 GMT -5
《 Haha true. Long live Swible. Except if Will has anything to say about it. I laughed and then I cried
Oh noo. Feel better soon. Like, yesterday soon. Colds suck :c 》
Will thought Sybil's stuttering might be the cutest thing he'd ever seen. Or rather, heard. But also seen. Seen and heard. Seriously, he was pretty sure it was frying all the functional parts of his brain. Not that he enjoyed her being scared, although he'd call it more as nervous - but it was so unlike how he saw her with other people. She always seemed so fiery, so gutsy, that it made this feel all the more personal. And then there was that thing she was doing with her arms - the flapping thing. He bit back a smile. Gods, it made him want to take hold of them and place a kiss on each nervous movement, and then one to her lips. But Will both figured that was a little excessive and that she wouldn't appreciate the interruption when she was trying to say something. If she ever got around to it - he wasn't about to rush her.
Except then she did. Are you… interested in… courting at all?
He hadn't realized the pair of scissors in his hand, which he'd used to trim the excess bandage and gauze with moments ago, had slipped until he heard the distant clang of metal striking stone. Even then it didn't entirely register, because every sensor in Will's body had been overcome by dread. Not now, he pleaded to whatever forces might be listening. Any time but now. Not when he couldn't give a good answer to that question. Not when Dante had made that very particular comment - Will knew very well that men like Kahl calculated every statement like that one carefully. Everything held weight in their world, and in the course of a sentence, Sybil and his sister had been turned into his own ball and chains. But there was always a way out, a trick to worming your way out of those shackles, one he'd intended to find. He just needed time to think.
Will no longer had time to think. If Sybil was asking him now, he had to give her an answer. He owed as much to her, even if every irrational fiber of him was screaming to run.
His heart was telling him differently. Of course he wanted to court her. He'd thought of the idea countless times in the past while, since the office, always in distant fantasies. He'd never really thought he'd have such an opportunity - to have a normal life, court a woman he cared for, marry her, start a family . And now… He wanted it all, and maybe it made him naïve, but the only person he could even imagine that with was the girl in front of him.
But the logical side of Will's brain knew this was flawed thinking. Even away from Conall… Well, Dante was just another Conall in the long run, wasn't he? Maybe his forms of profit were a little less filthy, but it didn't make Dante Kahl a respectable man. Will had traded one evil for another. So there wasn't really an opportunity for all that, not really. If he stayed, he couldn't keep this up, not if there was ever a possibility Sybil would be punished because of him. If he left, to study as he really wanted to… He'd been supposed to ask if she ever even wanted to leave the Crows. It was too late now; if he asked, she'd know what he really wanted and… It left nothing.
Will bent down, his hand wrapping around the cool metal of the scissors. He knew what he had to do.
By the time he'd straightened, he had one brow arched, an ironic smile on his lips, and a churning feeling in his gut. A laugh bubbled from his lips - a lover’s laugh, but not a sweet one. There was something arrogant in the way it rolled out, something just barely condescending. “Sybil, darling, please,” he replied, too smooth. He was frictionless - there was nothing real to hold onto in his tone. He knew it was perfect by how much he hated it. “I… Oh dear, this is awkward, isn't it? You should know - well, I thought you would know… This has been fun. You and I, there's chemistry between us. But it was never going to be forever. I want to be free, Sybil - no commitments, no responsibilities. So much simpler that way, wouldn't you agree?” He smiled at her, lupine - he was Prince of the Wolves, wasn't he? - and sheepish, all at once. His eyes dragged down towards her lips, and he leaned in slightly. “That being said, if you ever want to take a break between shifts, I can always make time for you in my schedule.” Gansey winked.
He had never hated an action quite so much. But he needed her to hate him. In order for her to be safe, everyone had to believe there was nothing special about her to him. Including Sybil herself. I’m so sorry, Sybil. So sorry.
But I hope you never forgive me.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Dec 20, 2016 0:15:32 GMT -5
[ oh ouCH MY HEART. Will why. ] [ I know ;c; Just in time for Christmas yayyyyy ] [ Sorry if this seems scattered and messy, I was hyped on cold medicine before so like....blarg ]
"...What?"
The sound that left Sybil's mouth sounded so....tiny. Her smile flattened to a frown and her eyebrows knitted together as he spoke. Her shoulders tensed up as he looked at her. That smile...that smile didn't make her heart flutter it made her skin crawl. When he leaned forward she leaned back, her face going a bit pale instead of being blushing red. Was she....hearing him right? Did she hit her head or something to trigger some kind of...nightmare? She shook her head to his words and bit her bottom lip when she felt it tremble. No no no no this wasn't...this wasn't happening. Her gray eyes looked back to Will, looking like broken glass. Tears threatening to spill over her eyelids. "You're lying...." She choked out, looking down at her hands as she looked at the hand he had just kissed. This wasn't Will...This wasn't Will Gansey who she kissed in that office, who she had grown....feelings for. This was William Gansey, Prince of Wolves and the slim of the earth. Scum. Disgusting scum that she wanted to kill when she first saw him. The way he spoke to her.....Make time in his schedule? That wasn't....this wasn't....Was this heartache? She felt like it was...her chest felt tight and her body felt cold. She looked down at the wrapping around her hand and thought back to how he was a minute ago. This was a mood shift it had to be...he had to be lying. But his words sound so...convincing.
She clawed at the wrappings and tore them off her hand, sadness and anger mixing together in her chest. Was this all this was? Just a little bit of fun for him!? "You're lying, you have to be....I can't be....." She tossed the bandages aside and gathered herself from him, thinking about the night that they first kissed and all those kisses after. The tears started falling over her cheeks before she knew it, drops falling on the shirt she had on and her breathing getting a bit rapid. You fell for his tricks....You're just like every other girl before that he's kissed. It's all been a mask. A Wolf in sheep's clothing. She thought to herself, having too much pride in herself to reach up and swipe those tears away. She had thought she was different, that he was different. It was all a phase. You should have gone for Henry, at least he isn't some scum Wolf the thought kept whispering. "I can't be this stupid...." She whispered and looked down at her hands. You were this stupid....should have killed him instead of kissed him.
You should kill the wolf not kiss him Sybil dear.
Sybil felt a overwhelming amount of anger at the thought and before she knew it had gotten up and grabbed Will by the collar and dragged him up, slamming him into the nearest wall. "You think this is manly? You think this is bravery?!" She yelled at him, a scowl on her face but tears flowing so freely. She's never actually cried in front of someone before, she usually makes the other person cry. "If you think this is to protect me....WE'RE IN A BLOODY GANG. I'm not some damsel in distress. I was raised in this slum ridden gang, I know how to handle myself. And I know that this isn't Will that I know. This is disgusting, scum filled William Gansey, but I guess maybe I was so wrapped up in thinking maybe you cared. Maybe we could be...something. That you changed..." She trailed off, her scowl deepening after a moment of thoughts to pass through with the additional bonus of tears. She gave a growl and pulled her fist back, so distraught with anger that she was willing to punch William Gansey to 50 shades of blue and purple and red. She felt her fist come forward but she stopped just a inch from connecting it to his cheekbone. Instead she just pushed him back toward the bed, the wound on her hand had opened back up. "Come find me when you're done playing 'knight in shinning armor', Gansey. If you can even dare call yourself that" She said, her voice cracking a bit at the end before making a beeline to the door and booking it out of there.
And by book it, she means running.
She ditched the shoes down the hall and rubbed at her face and her hand while tears slipped down her face. Why do boys have to be so stupid?! Why do they have to think that all girls need protecting? Why do they....why do I have to be so stupid? She thought as she rubbed at her eyes with her good hand. She stumbled back out toward the main lobby, sniffing away her tears before trying to slink toward the stairs. She caught eye of Benny for a moment, his face smiling one second and then going to a deep concerned frown when seeing Sybil. She just scurried up the stairs and toward her room upstairs. She ran there too, not wanting to wait for anyone. She stormed into her room and slammed the door, almost tearing off the shirt and the dress to get into the shower. She scrubbed away the makeup until she was raw in the face, and then her whole body just to make sure she could smell him. Why would he do that? He knew that she wasn't helpless...that he was just as important to her as she was to him?! She got out of the shower and tossed on a long sleeved shirt, slacks and her boots. She messed up her hair and let out almost feral growls as she tossed the books from her nightstand. She wanted to kill him, she wanted to skin him alive for doing this. But she also wanted to prove no matter what he did, no matter how far of distance he puts between himself and her that it wasn't going to protect her. Sybil rubbed at her eyes and heaved and sobbed, chest aching from so much constricting.
She needed to get out of here. She didn't want to sit around and cry like some baby. She tried shuffling her cards but only managed to get tears on them and messing up. She brushed her teeth so much that she was sure there was no way they would get dirty ever again. She brushed her hair, tried on all her clothes until she was back in her long sleeved shirt and slacks again. Was she over reacting? Well wouldn't you if some boy you really liked was like 'Sorry um this was just for fun and I don't want to get serious. FREEDOM ' yeah? She ended up with her back against the door, rubbing her forehead since a headache has taken root there. And in her other hand a sharp dagger, no she wasn't gonna try and kill Gansey. As tempted as she was, she wasn't. Instead she was thinking. She was thinking so hard steam might blow out of her ears. Her eyes were red and her face was all blotchy and swollen around the eyes. She figured if Will really wanted to play this game, be a disgusting pig then she was gonna go and cause a mess. Do something to take the edge off. She got to her feet, opened up her door and went right toward the stairs leading up to the third floor. She paused in the middle, looking back just once wondering I should go back and like....beat him out of his life choices but she shook her head and continued stomping up the stairs until she was standing in front of Dante's doors. Where she knows the meeting for this little palace raid was almost finished. She didn't care. She banged on that oak door so hard it rattled the hinges. "Are you all DONE?! Cause I really wanna talk about this mission thingy. I volunteer as tribute and all that" She called through the door. She knew not everyone was going on this trip with the newbies but a few were. It was a dangerous mission, a death wish really.
And she was gonna be one of them to sign her death warrant.
Cause what else has she to loose? She lost her father, her brother left her ( Probably dead ) and Will was playing Wolf.
So Sybil was gonna play Sybil.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Dec 20, 2016 22:34:05 GMT -5
《 Nahh, you’re fine. It wasn’t messy at all 》
Heulfryn wondered, not for the first time in the past few days, or even that night, what he was doing with these people. He remained silent as they tossed around ideas, mostly because talking was more of a strain on his focus than he'd like to risk. Trying to keep hold of this spell, which wanted nothing more than to have free reign of his brain cells, was somewhat akin to balancing on one foot on the back of a moving horse. Quite frankly he didn't care how exactly they knocked him out, as long as he wasn't at risk of coming to anytime soon.
He did manage a special scowl for Eius when the young man held up the bottle for him. “Not here , you daft merchling, unless you fancy the idea of carrying my corpse out of the lobby.” Heulfryn snapped, grabbing hold of the boy's arm and towing him off in the direction in which he seen Will and Sybil disappear. Shoot, he hoped they weren't about to walk in on them making out or something. He'd only wanted to find the infirmary, where he could pass out on an actual bed. He hardly registered the sight of a certain blonde running in the opposite direction at all, too focused on other things.
He threw open the doors to the infirmary - he could tell by the strong smell of antiseptic and a much fainter scent of blood - heading straight for one of the empty beds. A pointed look back at Eius. “Now I'll take it. No matter what I say, you make sure it works-”
“If you two are going to make out again, can you please do it somewhere else?” Heulfryn whipped around, shocked at the sight of the man on the floor, slumped against the wall. William Gansey’s eyes were red, his voice raw. And he was without Sybil - Heulfryn thought it might have been the first time he'd seen them apart. Interesting. Although he was more preoccupied by his comment. We did not… I… . Heulfryn was having a hard time forming a cohesive thought, and he was pretty sure even his glamour couldn’t hide the heat in his cheeks. His glamour… He started, alarmed as he realized he no longer could feel the usual presence of his glamour. He’d slipped again, in his surprise, and he no longer had enough left to work with to pull together something solid. Gansey wiped at his face with his sleeve, beyond pride by this point, fairly obviously. Then he squinted at Heulfryn. “Huh. So that's what you look like…” He cleared his throat. “You aren't Fae… are you?”
Heulfryn stared at the ruined boy for a second, then shook his head dismissively. He glanced between the two humans, then settled on Eius. “I need to do this now. Nerys managed to come into contact with some sort of spell - I may have taken it on so she could talk to Dante without ruining our chance of pay.” He explained with some reluctance. He frowned - he felt bare without any glamour. And worse, this was the second time Eius had seen him - and in such a moment of weakness. Pallid skin, yellow eyes, sharp teeth. A monster in the flesh. “Let's just get on with it, then. I have no idea what's going to happen.”
Heulfryn took the bottle from Eius’s hand, maneuvering himself into sitting position on the infirmary cot in a motion so fluid it might be called graceful. He raised the vial in a motion of cheers . And then he tipped its contents down his throat.
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It was a very strange feeling Nerys was experiencing right about then. She could remember everything she'd said under the spell’s influence. And yet it didn't feel like it was her who had said it - in part. She would never talk that way, but it felt as though the thoughts had been hers. It was like it had latched on to all the passing thoughts in her brain and amplified them, distorted them, leaving logic in the cargo hold. Along for the ride but entirely inaccessible. Either way, she was somewhat mortified. Surprising, considering she'd thought she'd already reached the point where nothing could embarrass her more than what she'd already experienced.
She followed Dante all the way up to his office, shoulders back and chin up, the way she'd been taught as a girl. You never did forget those fundamental lessons of where you came from, and this - her posture, her pride - these were marks left from a ruined kingdom. Nerys took a seat, tipping her chin as a sign of respect or gratitude - or in this case, merely to be polite, for she sensed she could be neither respectful or grateful of a man like Dante Kahl. But she'd been in meetings like this one before - pirate lords, crime bosses; they were really all the same in the end - so she knew how to behave herself. She listened quietly, and waited until he'd said all it was that he wanted to say.
And then Nerys smiled - just the right touch of arrogance to please men like this one. “A crown. Pretty, yes? I suspect it'll fetch a high price, if you can find the right market. But what's one crown when you can have a dozen?” She leaned forward slightly, as if to share a secret. “You want to know what I want? I want the Kevorian Royal family dead. I was alive for the end of the war, and I have not forgotten their choice. The money is a bonus, sure, but my reward comes in blood. But for you, mister Kahl…” Her eyes swept the room, the ornate furnishings. “The Noridian Treasury at the Royal palace is the largest in the kingdom. It is guarded intensely, but if something huge were to happen - an assassination of the kingdom's monarchs, for example - there might be a gap in its defense. You help me take down the Valhallas, and the Royal Treasury is all yours.”
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Eliza was still downstairs, listening to the banter passing between the lingering Crows when she saw Sybil run by. It only took one glance at her friend's tear-stained face before she was running after her. Despite her shorter legs, however, the blonde was faster, and by the time Eliza reached her door it was closed. She knocked once, twice before she heard running water and realized Sybil must be having a shower. To wait then. She settled herself in the hall, still in her party dress and now slightly smudged cosmetics and waited for her friend to emerge.
What happened? What's wrong? Eliza wondered. She'd seen Sybil wander off with Will earlier… Had they had a fight? Had Will… done something stupid? She wouldn't have doubted it. She and her brother had been making strides at repairing their relationship, and yet… She wouldn't put it past him for a second. It was Will, after all - it had taken him months to realize what everyone else's grandmother could see. He truly was useless when it came to women.
She stood abruptly as Sybil opened the door, dagger in hand. “Sybil-” Eliza started, but the other girl was already pounding her way up the stairs. “Sybil, wait!” She had a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling. A ‘someone is about to do something very stupid’ kind of feeling. And then Sybil did.
Eliza hissed, racing up the last few stairs and grabbing hold of her friend's arm, not caring if the girl tried to stab her with that dagger she was carrying. At least that way she'd let off some steam. She dragged her around the corner so they weren't in front of Dante Kahl’s door, although he'd undoubtedly heard her. “Are you out of your mind?!” Eliza whisper shouted. And then she shook her head, brows knitting. She could scold her friend later - right now something was very obviously wrong. “What happened? And don't try to tell me it was nothing.”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Dec 21, 2016 0:03:24 GMT -5
[ poor swible bwahah ]
Remus stood by as Dante took in Nerys's words, only looking up when he heard the door shudder and then Sybil's voice come through. Dante merely glanced up and then toward the red head before looking back to the 'customer' at hand. A silent message of 'Go take care of it later' kind of passing through his eyes to the red head. Remus could only give the slightest of nods while also keeping quiet while Dante listened. He was taking in the details, tipping his head slightly at the goal of this plan. Surely he too thought it was foolish, to try and kill a whole royal family in one night. Assassinations usually took months to plan, and then months after to kill each one so as not to rise any panic. A 'accident' to the kings father, 'sickness' to his queen, and then further 'accidents' to follow his children until he was alone and in despair. His whole family dead, no one to take the crown...leaving him for the quick and easy kill.
But this plan she had in mind....kill them all in a single night....basically a death wish mission. A Black Warrant they say in the business. And leave a opening for the crows to sneak in and take from the treasury. It was a foolish plan, a stupid plan in Remus's opinion. But he wasn't the one nodding, dragging up a piece of paper, most likely the newest numbers for this weeks income. "I see...well...I can tell you want this bad so...I see no reason as to help but...I can't send in anyone that could cost me too much...I can send small, small crows with you. Is Hector able to go Remus?" He asked, handing the list to Remus. Ah yes...the list. The list of every Crow in the gang, at least every single one that has a large income at least. It spanned more then one page but this was the main ones. The ones that got the most attention. Remus being at the top, right next to his name was how much he was paid- and his price value. Remus went through the list, stopping at poor old Hector. "Yes sir." He answered, cursing to himself. "Noble?"
"Yes"
"Malik? Todd? Robert and Nash?"
"All good to go for this sir...." Remus said, the best thieves this whole place had to afford for this. Everyone was just a number to Dante. Remus had one of the highest values (Besides Will and Benny) this place could offer, someone he wasn't willing to give up. Remus also had too much information so in case they were to be captured he didn't want him to end up in the enemy's hands. Hector and Noble were the best at being sneaky, they go around pick-pocketing the guests that cause misconduct or any trouble. Draining them dry of their funds pretty quickly. He probably wants them to come back but Malik has a debt he refuses to pay, Todd was a lazy bum who hasn't earned his keep in months, and Nash was a newbie...didn't have much to his name. They could always be replaced with Lilian or even Eliza...it made Remus sick to even see her name there. Printed in black letters with a number right next to it. He kept thinking about her question...and how he could basically do nothing. Dare not to do anything, so whipped he couldn't even help a friend.
"Good. Tell them to prepare for this.... I can send those men with you to help Nerys dear, anyone else you have to choose. But no one I don't approve of. I can give you rides there, weapons, amo. Anything you need that I am willing to give" Dante said, Remus handing back the list when h snapped his fingers. "I suggest with this sort of plan we do this as soon as possible...maybe later next week perhaps? Enough time for you all to prepare and gather wits. Maybe sooner if you like to get it done and over with" He said with a sigh and waved his hand, a dismissal. "But this is your mission...your rules. You decide the time girl and I will supply you with what you need." Remus made for the door, twisting the lock and half expecting Sybil to be right on the other side with foam coming out of her mouth. Instead he just saw her crying, just her form on the corner. She was talking but her voice stopped when the door opened, her body shifting slightly so she could see around him. Remus has rarely seen Sybil cry before...and when she has he always found out why.
And there was always a way
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"Well I wouldn't carry you of cour- okay okay" Atticus frowned as the man jerked him towards the infirmary where Rye and Gansey had left off too, and of course where Sybil had ran from. "You are very jerky you know that? You always yank and pull, like great gods come on" Atticus mumbled as they burst through the infirmary doors. It smelled like medicine, that thick stuff you were given as a child and your nurse tried to shove down your throat. Well for normal people it would have been their mothers or sisters or fathers....Atticus never had his mother do that. She did all the other motherly stuff except really take care of him when ill. Probably to make sure she didn't come down with any sort of sickness as well. Atticus was letting his eyes wonder, nodding slightly to Heulfryn's instructions and rolled his eyes dramatically. "Yes I know, don't tell me t-" He began but felt his words fall out as garbled mish mash when he heard Gansey's voice. Not the normal tone he was accustomed to but....sad. Defeated sounding. Atticus looked toward Will and frowned, wanting to ask what was wrong but at the same time felt a blush cross his own face when he really took in the words he said. "If we were to make out, trust me it wouldn't be here" He heard himself say. No filter at all, it was just...the first thing he felt dancing on the tip of his tongue. As if Heulfryn ever wanted to partake in such activities with Atticus who he was pretty sure, hated the princes guts.
He cleared his throat and pushed his shoulders back at the comment, trying to brush it off as nothing before looking up to Heulfryn who was...different. Again. It was the face of his true self....and honestly when he cornered Atticus that one time, glamour down it terrified him but. He couldn't help but stare a bit, intrigued by how he looked without the threat of being punched in the face. It was....interesting really. Atticus has only been up close to a magical a few times but never....breathing ones. Heulfryn's face was just....it made a trance for the prince. Like he could stare at it for a long time without ever getting tired of it. It sounded weird to some but to him it made perfect sense, like it was normal. He snapped out of his gaze, not wanting it to seem like something else considering past events. "Yeah yeah sure um....bottoms up. If you stopped talking for a minute you might actually you know get it down" Atticus said. The young prince watched as the....well if he isn't a fae what is he?.....sat down on a cot, tipping his little bottle up before letting the powder run down his throat. "Shouldn't you like take smaller gulps? There's no rush." Atticus mumbled, sitting down on the cot across from him, trying to ignore the sad face Gansey sitting by the doors.
"And when you wake up I'll have milk and cookies, and maybe a teddy bear for wittle Heulfryn" Atticus went on to say, trying to make up for any silence that filled the air since he didn't want to listen to Will sniffling. He wanted to stay out of Gansey's romantic trouble considering who the person was...that and Atticus was pretty awkward in those situations. As of the kiss in the Rechisan hall for example, has no idea how to get to Point A, to Point B which consists of kissing and being gushy and stuff. So instead he just cleared his throat and tapped his shoe on the ground. "Nice weather too yeah? It's all cloudy outside though...."
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Sybil nearly stabbed Eliza, she did cause all she saw when turning around was Will's face. She felt her fist tighten around her dagger and her body tighten. She wished it was him, a part of her wished he had ran after her and apologized for his hurtful words. But at the same time she was glad it was Eliza, a friend she could trust. A friend who she needed. She crumbled for a second, her high on the sudden rush of anger filtering out for the brief period of time. But then she tensed again, yanking her arm free and scowling. "I hope to the gods I am crazy cause I don't feel sane as of right now, nor do I want to!" She spat, having thought she had done most of her crying in her room, in the shower or just on the way up here. She looked up at Eliza, the scowl on her face as hard as stone for some time before it too began to crumble. It crumbled into a frown and tears leaking from her eyes once more. "I...I thought....I thought me and him could....could be...I thought what we had was...solid" She choked out, her throat tightening up as she spoke. She shook her head and looked down at her hands, her back to Eliza as the tears slipped faster and faster. "I asked him....to be that....to...to be solid, to c-co...to court but he..." She felt the wound grow in her heart and she shook her head.
She turned around, looking Eliza in the eyes as she let her eyes flood with tears. Sad, betrayed. Hurt. "He said there was chemistry but it was never going to be forever. He wants something with no responisblities...no commitments....no strings attached...." She choked out and lifted her hands up and shrugged. "And then he said 'That being said, If you ever want to take breaks between shifts, I can always make time for you in my schedule' Like I was something used. Just a toy for him to pl-play with" She hiccupped in her sentence as a hard sob came over her. "And he gave me that disgusting smile...it was disgusting. I don't understand what I did. I don't...I don't know what to do. I'm hurting...so much Eliza" She chocked out, shaking her head as she became quiet. "I told him he was lying. I know he's lying but at the same time I...I believe his words...." She shook her head more, reaching up to wipe her tears away. "I really care for him I do...I care for Will so much that it hurts, but...I don't know anymore if he cares for me the way I care for him" She shrugged her shoulders once more. "So I thought...why not give myself up for a hopeless mission? I'm replaceable. I'm money being spent. I'm just a object being owned at this point- With emotions!"
She laughed to herself, a sad laugh. Nothing bubbly about it, or gusty. "I thought for once I could have something stable. Something...that makes sense in this place but...you can't win 'em all?" She sniffed, looking down at the dagger in her hands. "I'm going with the newbies to invade the palace, I don't care if I'm being dramatic about it but...I don't really give a damn. I refuse to sit around crying. I don't..." She looked up at Eliza and let another hiccup escape her lips. "I need to go...I just...I don't want to stay around...I have to go with..." she shook her head and wrapped her arms around herself like a shield from anyone else. She only turned around when she heard the door click open, her eyes connecting to Remus's for a moment before looking away to hastily wipe her tears away. She didn't want to seem like a total mess...she really needed to seem like she was sane enough to go. She had to go. The little voice in her head she's been ignoring was screaming GO GO GO!! GET IN TROUBLE! SHOW 'EM WHOSE BOSS! NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS! And gosh was it loud....
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Dec 22, 2016 20:23:38 GMT -5
《 Post of shame in which I admit I actually fell asleep while writing a reply. Like, in the middle of a sentence kind of fall asleep. It was kinda funny actually. Anywayyyy now that I'm actually home and awake and all that, I will finish up my homework and get that reply up. Yes, homework. I'm still in school for another day and I am. Not. Amused. 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Dec 22, 2016 20:47:45 GMT -5
[ Lol well as long as you got a nights rest ] [ WhAt. bee is not amused either, why haven't they set you free. do you need bail. I know a guy in Kentucky. that's a lie I know no one in kentucy ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Dec 22, 2016 23:24:09 GMT -5
《 Yep. We literally have school until the day before Christmas Eve. What even is this? I live very far from Kentucky anyway lol 》
If we were to make out, trust me it wouldn't be here.
Heulfryn choked a little at the sheer flippancy of the statement. As if the actions of intimacy weren't even the part of the phrase that phased him at all. Not that he had any interest in locking lips with the merchant boy any time soon - or ever again. But it was still a little shocking, particularly since he hadn't even thought Eius was into that sort of thing as of an hour ago.
“Right, I'm sure you'd prefer somewhere a little more public… a party, perhaps? Or maybe even a Royal ball?” Heulfryn thought Will was looking pointedly at Eius after that last one, but he was too busy holding back protests of we were not making out. He might have said it if he didn't think Will was likely to turn that into some other kind of comment. He wasn't adding fuel to that fire. Heulfryn knew how people like Will Gansey got when they were hurt, and Gansey very obviously was. Making a joke of things was the only way Will knew how to cope. Mortals and their petty heartaches.
Heulfryn’s way of coping, contrarily, was to ignore them all. He leaned back, settling down on the bed as the medication took its affect. He let his eyes slip shut, tipping a little more of the bitter tasting powder into his mouth. It was more than a human would take but… well, Heulfryn was anything but human. Will was wrong, however, in part; he was Fae, and he wasn't. His mother was as certainly High Fae as his father wasn't. Either way, the powder was a fairly mild sleeping draught, and it wouldn't be able to do his body much, if any, harm. “There is… kind of a.. rush actually,” Heulfryn replied, words already getting sluggish. It was taking him fast, and the more he slid into sleep, the more he lost hold on the spell. More than anything now he was just trying to keep himself from doing anything stupid. In the meantime, anyway; all would be well when he entered the unconscious, where he could access his true wealth of power. His illusions were pretty in the waking world, but in dream he was the master of all. “I can beat it, once I'm asleep but… if it got to my magic first things would get… interesting to say the.. the least...” And then he was gone from the waking world.
And awoke in another. A world of green and blue and gold; clear summer sky, fields of wheat for miles in three directions, behind him forest. It looked identical to rural Rechisan (give or take a couple hundred years) at a glance, but if one were to look closer they'd spot the differences. Flowers with petals of amethyst and green birds with leaves on their bodies rather than feathers. All creations of his subconscious. They were so familiar, these sights; he knew the woods behind him by heart, every inch of them, so much so that sometimes it felt like falling asleep was stepping out of the dream and into reality. He knew it well enough that he could physically feel the wrongness present tonight. Hello Aísulíor, it hissed from behind him, voice manic, untamed. Heulfryn whirled, but the shadow slipped away just as he caught it in his periphery. Come and play.
Alright, Heulfryn thought. Let's play.
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Eliza was going to slap some sense into her brother. Quite literally. Just not right now.
Right now she had to be here for Sybil, who quite obviously needed a friend. She tugged the smaller girl in close, hugging her. “Hey, hey. It's okay to cry, don't you worry.” She felt immensely bad on her friend's part. She knew how much Sybil had liked - did like - Will and… She'd been so sure he felt the same. A blind man would've seen the way he looked at her. He lit up whenever he saw her. And there was all the teasing of course. She knew about his reputation with women. But he'd been so respectful with her. To the point it had been almost ridiculous. She almost couldn't believe he'd said such an awful thing - but this was Sybil telling her, and Sybil was probably the person Eliza trusted the most among the Crows, before Will or Benny or Remus.
After a moment she pulled back, keeping hold of Sybil’s hands. She held her friend's gaze. “Sybil. Don't ever say something like that again. You are not replaceable; you're an original, inimitable. Nobody owns you except for you. And you're my best friend - don't you forget it.” Eliza told her, smiling gently. She squeezed her hand. “I'll talk to him. And if he wasn't lying for some weird Will-ish reason, then we can take turns beating his stupid face.” Honestly, if Will actually had meant it… it wouldn't only be the end of his and Sybil’s relationship. Eliza wasn't sure she could keep up with their own efforts to repair their relationship as siblings.
As to what Sybil was implying about the job… Not just any job. The job. An impossible assassination. Was Eliza happy about any of it? No. She didn't love the Royal family by any means - she remembered the war, even if she'd been among the privileged who had mostly been kept away from the fighting - but she couldn't condone these actions. And the idea of Sybil going with them… She hated it. It may as well be a death sentence. It would drive Will mad, if the initial shock didn't kill him. Which must've been exactly what was driving her to do this. Eliza pursed her lips, then nodded. “Okay… okay. I can't stop you if that's what you want to do, but I want you to wait until morning. If you wake up and that's still what you want, I won't stop you. Do you think… can you do that? For me, please?” Her voice remained steady, even if all of this was bothering her too. Eliza wasn’t sure what she'd do without Sybil around.
Her eyes followed the blonde's to Remus, who had just come out of Dante’s office. A quick check - was he alright? Or had Dante sent him out to get Sybil after her outburst? After a moment’s deliberation, she decided it wasn't either, and that he was just here to see if Sybil was okay. Not having to jump into Parent-Mode or Defense-Mode, Eliza relaxed, giving Remus a nod of acknowledgement.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Dec 23, 2016 1:05:11 GMT -5
[ That really really sucks not gonna lie. well if I had a plane it wouldn't be a problem and if I knew a guy in kentucy ]
Atticus blushed slightly at Will's words before shifting on the bed a bit. "Erm...no but somewhere that didn't smell like cough medicine...maybe the court yard or somewhere that smells nice" He mumbled. Atticus Valhalla are you seriously thinking about that right now? the voice in his head nagged him. Why was he even dwelling on that idea? He wasn't set on kissing Heulfryn anywhere since the man had a clear distaste for him since Heulfryn has never addressed Atticus by his name. Only as Mortal or whatever else, thinks he was some merchant boy. He kind of wondered though...if he was really....if he would like kissing Heulfryn again? He didn't hate that other kiss...surprising to say he....liked it. From the way he reacted he guessed he liked it but....if he were. IF he were to kiss Heulfryn again...he hoped there would be some serious change on how things were like maybe Heulfryn could learn his name for instance.
Stop it Atticus, Heulfryn would most likely gut you before ever kissing you again.
Wait why do you even want him to? Wait do you want him to?? After one kiss?? Well really if you give him any credit the fae is good lookin-STOP
Atticus would have groaned inwardly if it weren't for Will being there, so instead the man just let his hand run through his hair nervously. He then sighed as Heulfryn laid back on the bed, taking in more then Atticus would advise him to take but then again the fae was not some human. He could probably handle that amount and not have to worry about being dead. Either way Atticus wondered what was happening in that head of his now, the way his eyelids twitched while he dreamed. Or maybe he wasn't dreaming? Who knew? Either way Atticus was going to sit here and watch this man sleep. That would only add to the awkwardness between the two.
So instead he decided to hop beds and go to the one nearest to Will, sitting down while unbuttoning his suit so he didn't feel so stiff. "Sooo....why you sitting here all alone?" He inquired, knowing that it was worth some shot. Besides his princely side was whispering Talk to him and look into his troubles like a good king which was probably the worst route. And Atticus had nothing better to do now, he knew Rei didn't want to go home until they got the dates and the information for the raid on the palace, and he had no one else to speak to. The added image of Sybil running away crying didn't exactly help so....maybe the two had bickered. That was fine, his father fought with his mother sometimes but all turned out well in the end. "I mean if you want to talk about it. If not then that's fine...I just...I just wonder because....I just saw her and thought...you want some tea maybe?" He tried, fishing around for words since he couldn't really force Will to tell him what was wrong.
Atticus only glanced back a few times at Heulfryn, wondering if he was gonna be expected to stay here and make sure he stayed asleep. He did mention something about making sure he took the powder so did that mean there was a chance this spell was...alive? He didn't want to be the first one to figure that out, if Heulfryn were to jump up and break his neck that is. Or worse. Maybe Benny could come in? They did leave them in the lobby with Rei who was the good little solider and stood by waiting instructions. Atticus drummed his fingers on his knee and took in the look of William Gansey....looking a bit battered. Broken. What could have happened to him who knew. What could have happened that had caused this sort of...silent pain.
Geez he sounded like his grandfather when he was into those wisdom books except he was sure a lot of those books didn't have to deal with the struggling feelings he was dealing with.
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Sybil sniffed, almost peeling herself away from Eliza but she decided to let the girl hug her. She slumped slightly in Eliza's arms and a hiccup escaped her lips as she spoke. She wanted to deny Eliza's words, she was replaceable. With enough money Dante Kahl will have another card dealer in her spot and someone else to help Remus with his missions and jobs. She was replaceable to....to Will probably. That was all she could think about this moment though, she couldn't help it. Sybil stared at Eliza, trying to listen to her but that didn't stop the other thoughts entering her head. What if she had just waited to ask Will to court? Would that have been better? What was so wrong with her that he said such things? Was she really just another girl that he could mess around with? And in comes another girl with a pretty face and pretty pink dress. She thought he had changed, she had thought...She had liked him so much that maybe her mind made it seem like he changed. She wished they didn't go to that darn party or that Dante Kahl hadn't said anything to Will. She has spent so much time around him now that she didn't know if she could go back to playing cards like she usually did cause....all she would want is to see him sit down and watch her. Make his stupid comments and smile...the smile she enjoyed seeing. The one that came after some dorky remark or when he was talking about different creatures. She wanted that...but she felt like it would never come again.
She hesitated a moment when Eliza talking about waiting, her mouth cringing upwards for a moment before a sigh escaped her lips."I...okay. I'll wait till morning" She whispered, taking her hand away to swipe a stray tear away from her face. She was pretty sure she would still be going anyway....she wanted to go actually before all this. She hadn't been on a high ranking mission in a long time...she was restless and just wanted to get her blood pumping again. Sybil would just offer to be a guard, to stand outside or make a clear path for a getaway but now she wanted to be inside. She wanted to take down guards, clean out the treasury and run back home with maybe a few new scars to show. But right now at this moment? She wanted to be alone...but at the same time she didn't want to be alone ever again.
The only place she could think of where she could be alone was her little library...where she would go and cry or read a book about...who knows what. She looked back up at Remus, who seemed torn between wanting to hurry over and hug the little blonde to stop her crying, or to demand who made her cry so he could personally rip out their guts and hang them as decorations. But he couldn't leave Nerys alone with Dante...nor did he think Dante would let the red leave at this moment. So he just looked back at Eliza and nodded with the silent message of tell me later passing through his icy eyes.
Remus left the hall and went back into the office to finish up this meeting, Sybil turning back to Eliza. "I...I think I'm gonna...go and...be alone for a while....I don't think I'll be working tomorrow either...maybe I don't know" She murmured, pulling away from her friend completely. She appreciated Eliza for being there...she did really but right now all her thoughts were jumbled. Her heart was cracked in a million pieces for a boy she cares so much about. She tried for a smile to her friend, trying to look okay. "Thanks..." She muttered before tucking her dagger into the belt loop of her pants and began her little path toward her library. Where she planned on staying....she had no plans to come out to work at all. To hell with her work, she didn't care if her income lowered and she was threatened to be branded like Remus had been. She just...she wanted this pain to stop. She wanted those memories in her head to stop replaying of them being all lovey dovey to stop for a minute. Or rather she wished for those times back. Thankfully she didn't have to walk far to her little library. She just had to go back down the stairs, and into her little library. The size of a normal office but it was all the way at the end of the hall....where she could lock herself in.
Which she did. She locked the door behind her, went right to her chair and sat down. She melted back against that seat and drew her knees up to her chest. The tears didn't come right now...she was tired now...tired and hurt. So she just stared at the window, the fireplace usually lit with a bright flickering flame was dark.
While upstairs Remus was trying very hard not to rush the gang lord into finishing this meeting. "...but that won't cost much in the long run but I rather they all come back alive" Dante drawled on as he scribbled something down on paper. The contract probably signing his name where it needed to be. He turned the paper around toward Nerys to write her name. Remus could only watch, his eyes on the door. and not even caring at this point about the money. Just his friend who seems to be hurt and confused. Sybil has no big brother....or rather her brother ran out on her so Remus filled in the roll with Benny being the dad figure. And as fill in big brother, Remus wanted to go and comfort Sybil. Beat up the man that hurt her and then cut off his hands and feed the rest to the mutts....okay that last part was for him mostly because they had just gotten new mutts and they were so hungry.
Off topic but who cares.
"Fill that out and we can be done for the night...fill in the rest of your team of the details and gather anyone you need...get some sleep and prepare" Dante said after a moment, already taking out another piece of paper to continue his work without so much a looking at Nerys.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Dec 23, 2016 23:12:58 GMT -5
《 ohmygod the Nerys part is the saddest thing ever. But I’m falling asleep again
Good news is I'm officially out of school for the holidays now 》
Will hardly bothered to look up as Eius took a seat on the bed beside his spot on the floor. A small part of him wanted to shout at him that that was her bed, that it wasn't his place to sit, but he wasn't really the yelling kind. Or one to say something so irrational. Just because that was the bed Sybil always went to didn't mean no one else was allowed to touch it. He sighed, deep and profound and utterly miserable. How could he answer that question? Logically he should dismiss Eius’s question, if he didn't want there to be any way for the truth to get back to Sybil. But this was one of the newbies. Wasn't he supposed to be watching the not-Fae? Well, he supposed Heulfryn was looking rather dead to the world.
He raked a hand through his hair, then loosed another sigh - there would be a lot of those going around tonight, he suspected. Will shook his head. “No… No thank you. About the tea, I mean… I… I...” He swallowed the lump in his throat, then tried again. “I said something terrible to someone I care a lot about,” he replied. He'd meant for that to be it, but the words were so much cheaper after those first few; they tumbled out like raindrops in a downpour. “And it hurt her. A lot. I didn't even mean it, even if I meant to say it - does that even make sense? But I think she might be crying right now and all I want to do is go find her and tell her I'm sorry…” Will wanted to do more than just apologize; he wanted to kiss away every last tear, and read her pieces of his favourite books, and make her laugh, blush, quip, argue, smile with him. He was crying again now too, voice shaking.
“But I can't apologize because she can't know. I know it sounds stupid but… no, I mean.. Have you ever done something stupid - I mean, really stupid - to protect the ones you love?” Will glanced at Eius, red-rimmed eyes in all their glory. He sniffed. “That's why. I couldn't… I couldn't live with myself if she was hurt because of me.” That was the simple truth. He knew she could protect herself, but it was more the thought that if anyone ever even tried . He couldn't stand the thought of it.
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Nerys nodded. The terms made sense, and in the end she was getting what she had wanted. More, even. She'd gotten off her ship expecting to put together a humble little crew with which to take on this enormous task. Now she had the resources of one of the most powerful gangs in the country behind her. “Thank you, Mister Kahl. I'll inform you immediately when all the details are decided - for your approval, of course.”
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Eliza almost missed Remus’s returning nod, just barely catching it before he retreated into Dante’s office. Still the message had been received.
She withheld her sigh of relief as Sybil agreed not to sign her death certificate that night. Instead she just gave her friend a slight smile. “Okay.” She echoed, apparently satisfied with that answer. Really, she wished Sybil would drop the idea altogether, but that just wasn't Sybil. She was stubborn and headstrong, and Eliza doubted she was going to end up backing down. But maybe this way she'd think of a better, dangerous-but-still-less-likely-to-kill-me kind of alternative by morning. It was worth a shot.
And then Sybil was turning away, announcing that she wanted to be by herself. Eliza blinked. “Oh.” She said, feeling a little bit dismissed. She shook it off; Sybil didn't mean anything by it. She was just hurting right now. Of course it made sense she'd want to be alone. Eliza straightened. “Okay, well, I'll be around if you need anything.” She promised. She fiddled with her skirts absently, watching Sybil's retreating figure disappear down the stairs. She let loose a long sigh. What now? Honestly, she'd love nothing more than to peel off this dress and go to bed but… What if Sybil needed to talk later? What about Will? And she definitely had to talk to Remus - he'd know what to do with the whole Sybil situation.
Eliza slid down to the floor, deciding she might as well just wait here for Remus to finish up. Otherwise she'd have to try to intercept him somewhere else to relay the situation to him. All more hassle than she'd have if she just sat and waited patiently. In the meantime she set about pulling out the pins from her hair. There were deceptively many in there despite the style’s rather simple appearance. She had collected a small handful of pearl-tipped pins by the time her eyes dragged themselves shut, her head rolling back to rest against the wall. Gone. She was asleep in an instant, on the floor of the hallway outside of Dante Kahl’s office, dressed in a dusky blue party dress with her feet tucked up underneath her.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Dec 24, 2016 0:46:37 GMT -5
[ Freeeeeddddooooommmm lol I'm gonna say a early Merry Christmas because why not ]
Oh wow. Atticus wasn't really expecting....this. He shifted on the bed, listening to Will silently and nodding his head along. He didn't dig into exactly what he said to Sybil to make her run away crying, but whatever it was must have hit a nerve right? Hit a string that wasn't suppose to be plucked. And seeing Will like this man....really Atticus felt like he shouldn't be the one to see Will like this. At his weakest state, looking so broken and tired. It should be someone he knew better not some newbie he barely knew. He was half tempted to get Benny or Remus and comfort the man who seemed to be having some very difficult feelings right now but Will seemed to need someone now. Better give it a shot Atticus thought to himself, letting out a soft sigh when Will finished. He tipped his head to the side, biting his lower lip as he mulled over his words carefully. "I...well..." Atticus rubbed at his jaw, like how his father would do when really putting his focus on something important. "I think, and this is my opinion if you don't mind me sharing...that distancing ones self from another....can only work in certain ways" He began, trying to see it from Will's point of view. If Atticus was Will and say...maybe his family could be Sybil. If there was a even a chance of protecting them from another, and in order to do so he would have to push them away, he would take that chance. He would do anything to make sure no one hurt his family...even if it were really stupid.
"In one way you're pushing someone away...protecting them but...you're pushing them away...and the farther you push...the harder it will be to pull them back" He said. "I mean, looking at how things go when people are alone...they get weaker. They don't have that support...and seeing the two of you together I think you're each other's greatest support" He went on, rubbing his hands together while looking over at Will. "Two pillars holding up a building...take one away the building gets weaker, crumbles even. Same with the other. If anything were to happen to you, then I'm sure she wouldn't live with herself I mean you both have enemy's I'm sure. This business isn't exactly tasteful" Atticus muttered. "If you think this is for the best...I can't tell you otherwise but....I don't know. Maybe you should talk about it with her. People do stupid stuff when they get all...worked up" Like burn down a whole country. Whoa where did that come from? Atticus couldn't help but try and think of other stuff for Will to....talk on? Atticus clearly saw that Will wanted to protect Sybil but...how could he protect someone like her in a business like this? From all the stuff he's seen so far and all the things he's heard about this gang...no one is really safe no matter what. This whole gang is dangerous, everyone has an enemy and everyone will get hurt. But the thought of Will being the cause of someone he cares about getting hurt?...That was a kicker.
Atticus just...didn't think it would be wise to push someone away. If they were the only two people that really made each other happy then alright, protect them but don't push that person away that gives you happiness. Atticus certainly didn't want to spend the next couple of days with another awkward tension between Sybil and Will after the two just got over that. Sybil needed Will and Will needed Sybil. "....Maybe try and talk to her after you both cool down...? Do you need anything like? Peace and quiet? Should I...should I get someone. I'm probably not the best...talker about this" He shrugged and shifted, glancing toward Heulfryn to make sure Heulfryn wasn't jumping around and trying to eat his hand or something. "You wanna like sleep? I think there might still be some sleeping powder in there...if Heulfryn didn't snarf it all down" Atticus glanced toward the bottle in Heulfryn's hand and tipped his head slightly wondering if there was anything left.
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Remus let out a small sigh of relief when Dante called this little meeting to a close. Dante nodded, waving his hand slightly. No longer interested.... Remus thought before looking over to Nerys. "You should inform the rest of your group about this. Decide on some details and ah you can report back to me and I'll relay them to Dante" He said, leading Nerys towards the door and opening it back up. No Sybil. And Eliza was...? He turned his head slightly to find the girl asleep right beside the door, tucked up in her party dress all knocked out. He was surprised she didn't drag herself to bed after what seems to be going down...for once he wondered if this gang couldn't just wait off with this drama? He sighed and let Nerys out, but bent down and scooped up Eliza as swiftly as he could while the door shut behind him. The last thing he needed was Dante coming out of his office and seeing poor Eliza sleeping right outside of it. "I think you should feed the details of your mission tonight but then remind them in the morning....cause frankly I kind of want to follow Eliza here and fall asleep somewhere" He said with a sigh. Sadly he kind of had the same mind set as Eliza....he needed to stay up just in case.
"I'm gonna drop this one off, I think everyone should go and get some sleep. A lot of it" He said. Like he would be able to sleep, he had no idea what had just happened between the love birds of the crows. All he saw was Sybil crying and looking like a wreck, and that scene when she bashed on the door. If she even thought she was going on this mission she had another thing coming, Remus would refuse her right to even leave her room. She was hurting and he didn't need to have someone bring her body back all broken up. Right now she needed to calm down, and hell he wasn't afraid to get in a yelling match with her over this. He would work with Eliza even to fix this up, to wonder what the heck happened between the two that made things go down the drain so quickly. At the party they seemed fine, more then fine. They seemed so wrapped up in each other Remus was sure that if he got shot beside them they would only continue talking about flying monkeys or underwater dragons or....whatever it was that Will blabbed about to her.
Remus bid Nerys a good night before making his way down the stairs, struggling to carry the sleeping girl and not slip down the stairs. "Down we go, okay don't trip Remus." He muttered to himself as he tried to gracefully carry Eliza while also going down the stairs. Sadly it was taking a bit, he head to go sideways a bit to make sure that he wasn't missing any steps. When he did get to the bottom of the stairs he rolled his shoulders back and began to look for Eliza's room, trying to remember where it was. "Wakey wakey Eliza Diza" Remus muttered, halting in front of some of the other doors and wondering if they should invest in name tags for some of these. "I think we should really talk but you are kind of asleep and...my back is like a old mans" He huffed, his back actually beginning to ache...he wasn't even that old yet. Did he have gray hairs? Oh geez.
He hoped Eliza would wake up so he could set her down and they could talk about Will and Sybil, he wanted to know where she scurried off to. Knowing her she was somewhere alone...letting her thoughts run wild and beat herself up. He wanted to know where Will was so he could dig into that brain of his and know what course of thinking he had to do this. He wanted to know what was wrong, even though he didn't essentially like Will in the beginning ( Alright he hated the guy at first ) but over time Will turned to be a decent man. Not a slimy, flee ridden wolf he had known. Is Will considered a friend? In a way, yes he was considered a friend. So as a fellow friend Remus wants to help...and not kill. Defiantly not, he didn't want another Bob case. They don't have any clean bags anyway and the ring was filled up for the next couple of days. He kind of wanted this fixed before the date of the said attack...hopefully would be a long time from now. Enough time for him to try and get the two to make up. Lately Remus felt more like a father trying to control his hormonal kids....
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Dec 24, 2016 23:59:18 GMT -5
《 Sorry, haven't had a chance to write today, since we celebrate on Christmas Eve. Mostly. Actually this year I think it's gonna be a two day thing. It's been a little crazy.
That being said; Merry Christmas to you too! (Assuming you celebrate Christmas, that is)
I'll try to write a reply tomorrow but honestly I have no idea how things are gonna go timewise, so fingers crossed c: 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Dec 25, 2016 1:34:24 GMT -5
[ That's fine, I've been hecka busy and probably will be busy again tomorrow xP ] [ Merry Christmas ~! Again! cx Don't worry about typing a reply tomorrow, I'm gonna be celebrating as well with the family so I'll be just as wrapped up. Have a great holiday though! Have fun with the family or friends lol ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Dec 26, 2016 23:00:54 GMT -5
《 Sorry, I’ve only got part of this done I was actually in such a mood to write Eliza sooo
The weather is so gross here. Freezing rain bleghggsfh. 》
Through the haze of sleep, Eliza registered a few things; first, that she was flying - or at least, no longer on the ground; second, the warmth - someone was holding her; and third, a voice, murmuring something. What were they saying? She had an interest in knowing, considering they were speaking to her. Whose voice was that? She knew that voice. Something about waking up and old age. Her name.
Eliza let out a noise of discontent at this request, shifting so to hide her face from the waking world. She most certainly did not want to wake up. And… “You're not that old…” She mumbled into what felt like fabric. Fabric? She opened one eye, just a smidge, and was met with a wall of pink. Pink as in a pink suit. Her eyes travelled upwards. “Remus,” Eliza said. Not a question - she'd thought it was him. She was good at recognizing voices. A look around; they were downstairs, near her room. She blinked - she'd been upstairs when she'd fallen asleep. “Why - did you carry me down all those stairs? I-” Her ears were burning. She wasn't sure whether to find the gesture sweet or mortifying. If Eliza took pride in anything it was her independence. “Um… Thank you.. You can put me down now..? ” Her voice had shrunk, just a little, the way she wished her whole self could, for a second.
No, that was stupid. So what if someone had done something nice - the only important thing was that she didn’t allow herself to become dependant upon them. Eliza squared her shoulders, clearing her throat. Why was Remus here? To talk about Sybil and Will, of course. “Sorry about that - I just wanted a chance to speak with you. Sybil…” Eliza trailed off, pursing her lips as she glanced around. It was a commonly frequented hallway among the Crows, because it was where the majority had their rooms if they lived at Selunti . Eliza had it no different than any other grunt. “Perhaps we should talk in private?” She gestured for him to follow her down the hall, to where her own room was - he really hadn't been far off in general. She'd rather not have what she was about to say be overheard by all her nosy little neighbours.
Eliza unlocked the door, holding it open for Remus before shutting it behind them. “Make yourself comfortable,” she offered, then paused as she realized there really was nowhere to make yourself comfortable in her bare little room. It was small, like all the others in this part of the building, but most of the others had done something to liven it up a little, make it their own. They had artwork or trinkets or extra blankets. In all the time Eliza had been in this room now, she'd done nothing. The only clues that someone lived there at all were the clothes in her closet (none of which were actually owned by her, when it came down to it) and the book on the little table beside her bed, which had been borrowed from Sybil. She was still waiting on her own deck of cards - for now she was borrowing an extra. The room in itself felt temporary, like it's owner might disappear at any moment.
Eliza cleared her throat. “You wanted to know what happened to Sybil.” Was this even her place to tell? She prayed Sybil wouldn't be mad for telling Remus of all people. Perhaps she'd just leave the details for her little friend to decide on. “I… I'll let her tell you the details but… Will said something awful to her. Something very… William Gansey. I'm sure you know what I mean. And he ended it with her. Sybil isn't sure if he's being real or if he's trying to protect her, so naturally she decided to do the most dangerous thing she could think of - joining that mission.” Eliza frowned shaking her head. “She said she'd wait until morning to make a decision but… She's upset, Remus, and I'm worried about what she might do. I think she needs you right now.” Eliza glanced at the red haired man, assessing his reaction to all this news. And praying he wasn’t about to go murder her brother.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Dec 27, 2016 0:16:32 GMT -5
[ It's raining here too ;x; But not like freezing rain, but I'm sure it'll be here eventually T-T ] [ eliza is cool thou so it cool ]
Remus was relieved when she finally woke up, as strong as a man may seem - people still weighed a great deal. He set her down as gentle as he could, shifting his shoulders back and letting his spine crack slightly as he leaned back. Sure he wasn't that old but man the stress of the job tends to make your body older then it is. "It's fine, I didn't want you waking up to Dante...not exactly the best sight to see" He said and ran his hand through his hair so as to tuck away any loose strands. "And I figured it would be about Sybil...what has happened now I wonder..." He huffed, following the girl without even bothering to glance around for any peeping Crows. Sure they might not say anything but if anyone were to see them even, him going into Eliza's room. It could cause a....pickle. He didn't want any further drama to be sparked while he was trying to fix this current drama while also trying to organize everything the pirate girl needed for her operations which he would need to know soon. It had to be before the newest numbers were made up so they could squeeze in the deduction of the price into the savings and....that wasn't his job. He kept forgetting that job no longer belonged to him anymore, and belonged to William. The good old days where it was him having to run the crows operations, lead missions, hand them out while also keeping track of the savings and the numbers for each month. Not to mention his previous jobs before that with the Phoenix's and the first gang who he shall not state.
He straightened his sleeve cuffs as he entered Eliza's room- she certainly seemed to....leave a imprint? It was almost bare...like she didn't live here at all. Maybe a potted plant could liven things up....or maybe new drapes. They did need new curtains and- oh yeah the actual topic at hand. He listened carefully to Eliza, nodding along to her words explaining in general what had happened. Remus didn't really want details, knowing details would only make things worse. Of course it was Will, Sybil wouldn't cry over anything ludacris like some rude customer or some rude remarks. His jaw tensed as he clenched his teeth together and his arms folded over his chest as he thought to himself, trying to....think properly without wanting to actually go and beat Will. Remus knew Sybil well, very well and knew that this was a very Sybil thing to do. Last time something like this happened, she nearly gambled away her life at the tables and even caused the rift between the Wolves and the Crows last for a dangerous period of time. When the Wolves caught her father and killed him, her brother fleeing soon afterwards, she was going down in a downward spiral and Remus had to argue with her for weeks. It was that small period of time where Sybil and Remus actually got into fights and not the fun bantering type. The Screaming at the top of our lungs and fist fighting types. And then there were the ring fights, they helped only so much.
Remus, besides his feeling of simmering anger, was shocked that Will had said something....awful to Sybil. That he had said something to generate some kind of feeling from the girl. Will didn't seem like that type, at least the Will they all knew. William Gansey from the House of Wolves was though. He couldn't help but feel that the little tid bit that Dante had said before that somehow contributed to the situation. Remus himself wanted to know, he wanted to know that he didn't hire some scum bag in his gang and was waltzing around leaving his female workers heartbroken and distracted from work. He licked his bottom lip and sighed, looking towards the only window in the room. "I want to help her...I do....but Sybil Rye is a incredibly stubborn girl...and this kind of hurt...judging by the reaction stems from something I don't think I can wash away" He said after a while. "I can't talk her out of it...and for once I can't decide if she can't go on this mission or not...Dante is in control of who goes and stays, so if Nerys tells me 'Sybil is coming' I have to go to Dante and tell him. The only people he refuses on sending is your brother, myself and Benny. Everyone else is fair game" He said with a bitterness to his voice. It frustrated him that now of all times Dante decides to actually get up and play his leader ship role instead of sitting in the background to only approve of plans and missions. Remus is usually in control of who goes and who stays, who ends up where and how skilled they are to go. If Nerys comes to him asking for Sybil or if Sybil decides to jump right over them then she can end up going.
"Maybe....Maybe we can talk to the both of them tomorrow. I can try and reason with Sybil...maybe send her on some other job....and maybe Will can give us a solid reason as to why he said what he said." He uttered, the room all of a sudden feeling too hot. He removed his pink suit before he could end up with those nervous sweating thing to stain his suit. He slung the jacket over his shoulder as he paced the room and thought to himself. He could lock Sybil in her room, tell her directly she isn't allowed to go on the mission but that would result in her and him fighting and that was something he didn't want to do. He could go and find Will and threaten him to tell him the reason he said whatever he said to Sybil, he could go to Will and ask politely why he did what he did. He could do so much and each out come came with some negative out look and the slim chance that it could end with Sybil and Will back together. To be honest he was kind of frustrated that this happened after the two just came together. Will's work was slow but it was the most clean work he's ever done in months, the numbers were precise and everything came out right. As was Sybils work, her income for the card tables was a incredible increase, the boost in her table outcome thus added into the added numbers. And just the general feel of the room was brighter with those two smiling and actually dancing with each other instead of dancing around the subject. "I'll check on her tonight...and then I'll talk about what happened later after she gets some sleep. You could come with if you want? She...You have just as much a influence on her as I do...considering how close you two have gotten" He tried, testing the idea on his lips. "Everyone just....needs some sleep"
If only he remembered how he went about her other heartbreaks...she's only have so few....and each time he has done something to the man that hurt her. But this situation felt...different. It was out of character for Will and it was so sensitive to Sybil. Like a open wound that was festering and was barely being kept together. Remus knew how to deal with these things but with some kind of clever way of expelling the poison from his mates and never seeing it again...but how could he get rid of this and yet keep the ones he cares about happy?
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Dec 29, 2016 8:37:35 GMT -5
《 Reply coming up asap. Things have been a little crazy with the holidays and everything 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Dec 29, 2016 20:11:37 GMT -5
[ It's cool, things can get a bit hectic now and again in life ~ ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Dec 30, 2016 0:02:56 GMT -5
《 I have the second half of this outlined I'm gonna do it in the morning 》
Eliza scoffed internally. Sybil, stubborn? She never would have guessed. She loved her friend - she really did - but she was also one of the most strong-willed, and yes, stubborn, people she had ever met. But Remus was right; if Sybil decided to go through with this, there was nothing she, Remus, or anyone - except maybe Will, if only he would just man up and fix things for once - could say or do to stop her. Remus didn't have the final say on anything - which she figured was probably an odd feeling for the man - and he couldn't join her if he wanted to. Same with Will… oh dear gods, she did not want to be there when her brother learned Sybil was signing up for a death mission. He would probably faint again - she still hadn't let him live that one down from the day of his arrival to the Crows. Neither of those two could go on the mission… But Eliza herself could, if only she asked. It wasn't unrealistic - she was as good a thief as any in the Crows, probably better than most. She'd never killed anyone before, and she certainly wouldn't leap at the opportunity, but she knew how to do what had to be done. If Sybil weren't to go alone, maybe… She kept the idea to herself.
Eliza looked up, her face revealing none of these thoughts. Her advice to Sybil stood as firmly to herself as it did to the blonde herself; it was always best to sleep on an idea before jumping to any decisions. Besides, it wasn't necessarily the most logical and… she wasn't really in the mood for a lecture. Although she doubted Remus Hawkins, King of Inadvisable Decisions, would be the one to give her a lecture. Eliza nodded. “You're right; we should talk to them both in the morning. Perhaps if we can knock some sense into Will he'll be able to fix all this himself,” she replied. But what he’d said about her being close to Sybil… Eliza wasn't used to having many friends. It meant a lot. “Maybe… But you're her family. Maybe not by blood, but I've never thought that's what counts. Will might share my blood, but he didn't become my brother by birth. I think you have to earn it.” She shrugged, ducking her head.
A yawn escaped her lips. Sleep - she liked the sound of that. “I can’t believe I’m agreeing with you for the second time in one night, but… Sounds like a plan. I'd be glad to come along. Perhaps you could come find me in the morning when you want to go?” Eliza’s mind was already straying to fantasies about the softness of her pillow against her cheek. Although in reality, her pillow was rather hard. As was the paper-thin mattress on her bed, through which you could feel the jab of every spring. It was far from comfortable, but Eliza a), wasn't the type to complain about things that didn't ultimately matter, and , had slept on much, much worse.
Either way, she was ready to hit the hay, but as she glanced at Remus, a final thought struck her. “Oh! I really meant to say this earlier, but I didn't get the chance.” Earlier, meaning of course, after the chaotic end to the party. That felt like a lifetime ago, in some ways. “It's just… I wanted to thank you - for not asking about earlier. So; thank you.” She crossed her arms, feeling kind of vulnerable. It might have been better not to mention it - actually she'd like everyone in the Crows to forget her affiliations with one of the most prosperous, old money families in Kevior. Sometimes she wanted to forget it herself. But she was genuinely grateful - for his reaction or lack thereof, and for what he'd said after.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Dec 30, 2016 1:02:16 GMT -5
[ okiers~ if I could get a thumbs up emoji it would be here ]
Remus nodded to her words, muttering a soft agreement to them. Family certainly didn't stop at blood, considering the fact Remus's family hated his guts and would rather see his head chopped off them at another family gathering or funeral. But also Remus left his family behind a long time ago, not because of some big death in the family or some dramatic event - because he wanted to. So Remus left behind a chance of having his blood tied family, a family with tight collars and horrible taste in suits ( Gray and black suits, no color ) and traded them for a family that was hard to manage and dramatic as can be. He was happy for the trade, of course and wouldn't reverse the order of events even if it meant his early death. So now he had to take care of his family, slap a bandage on the wound and make it all better for them.
He grinned more at her words and chuckled. "Oh come on, I'm easy to agree with. I'm quite convincing my dear" He said with a bit of that joking edge to his voice. But joking aside, Remus felt the heavy need to sleep as well. His joints hurt, his muscles were all tensed and demanded to actually sit down in his bed instead of that horrible leather chair in his office. Actually use his bed for once instead of hunkering down in the office to get any last minute paper work done. Not to mention he wanted to get out of this gods awful pink suit and tuck it away for a long time in his closet where he can never see it ever again. Seeing Eliza yawn only made his own mouth stretch in a yawn, his eyes watering slightly as he did so. "Of course...I'll fetch you right before then. Hopefully she will be in a somewhat better mood" He muttered, running his hand through his already slicked back hair fixing the invisible strands back into place. Right. Check on Sybil, Go to bed, Sleep, wake up, Get dressed and find Eliza and then talk to Sybil. He checked off his mental check list slowly, having to go through some of them once or twice due to his sluggish brain. But his brain snapped back to the other person in the room, his blue eyes going to Eliza for a moment as she thanked him.
He smiled once more that night at the girl and nodded, knowing that her family was of no business to him. If she didn't want to talk about the meeting with the woman back at the party then so be it. It wasn't his place to go and he had no intention of digging into her past. The past was done and over with, and what remained was the ever changing future. "No need to thank me Eliza.... it's none of my business. Your past is yours. I have no right to even ask about it" He said, his hand finding the knob to her door and twisting it open. "Get some rest now Madam Gansey. And do yourself a favor and sleep in a bit. Goodnight Eliza..." He said to her before pushing the door open, checking the hallway before stepping out and shutting the door behind him gently. Once he was outside the room he let his smile fade and a frown come to his lips, his exhaustion eating away at his small supplies of energy stored within. He made a quick bee line to where he knew Sybil was holing herself in, right to her own private library with a blurred amount of time set between. He tried for the lock, scowling slightly when the lock stopped the knob from turning completely. "Locks? We have those around here?" He muttered, reaching up to his vests front pocket to remove his lock picks, a standard set that EVERYONE had. If you didn't have a lock pick with you, nor did you know how then what are you doing here? He swiftly picked the lock with a few fumbles here and there, twisting it open only to find Sybil curled up in front of the fire place.
The fire place wasn't even lit, but the dimness of a candle lit on one of the end tables seemed to be enough light for her. Her body was laid out on the rug, her soft snoring filling the room and her messy hair clinging to her face. He rolled his eyes, simply removing his pink suit jacket from where he had it cradled in his arm and laying it over her. He didn't bother in moving her, considering she was fast asleep and it would only result in waking the poor thing up. So he covered her up as best he could, even went to light the fire place so she wouldn't freeze her bum off and be left in the dark. On his way out, he took one last glance at he face. Right now it seemed to...relaxed. But that image of her crying flashed before his eyes and a little spark of anger and annoyance prickled through him. Why couldn't things be easy- for any of them? He sighed softly, making sure the door was no longer locked before closing it. He didn't want anything bad to happen to the girl like...who knows, attack of the killer books? Whatever. He was tired. He was ready to sleep. Remus was ready to hit the hay and sleep in until the afternoon. Hell he could sleep all the way through to dusk tomorrow if he wanted to. He made his way back toward the set of stairs, stopping in the middle with a huff before starting back up. "I'm not that old...but I am very tired" He grumbled, which to him was almost the same thing. When you're old you always seem to be tired.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Dec 30, 2016 16:26:04 GMT -5
Perhaps Eius was right. Perhaps he had made a mistake, done the wrong thing. Perhaps he'd struck the wrong pillar, let the structure fall apart. But you couldn't put the same pillar back in place; it was already in pieces. He'd made a decision, and there was no choice left but to commit to it. The thing about buildings was that they were temporary. They were built and admired, lost from interest, then demolished - and then, after a pile of rubble, something was built in it's place. Something newer and stronger and better planned. Will hadn't planned for this, had refused to make plans for anything other than what was happening in the moment, and that made everything his fault. But he had to believe, as much as it pained him, that it was what would be best for Sybil. She'd find herself a man who would worship her for all her beautiful inconsistencies, who could afford to buy her all the books she could ever read, and would never have to decide between her safety and his future. And he would find a way to be okay with that.
Will tipped his head back, letting his eyes fall shut. “Thanks, but… her not knowing is the whole point. If she knew I was only trying to keep her safe she'd probably gut me in my sleep. Or worse - do something incredibly stupid and dangerous just to prove that I have, in effect, no sway whatsoever on her safety and well-being.” His eyes widened at the realization of truth of that last statement. That was exactly the kind of thing Sybil would do. He looked at Eius, expression grave. “I'm sorry, this might be too much to ask, but… would you keep an eye on her for me? I don't mean spying on her - oh no. Just… Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. Nevermind, sorry, I'm sure you have enough on your plate.” His eyes skipped to the pale - skinned immortal sleeping a few beds away. Will's curiosity prickled - if he wasn't currently crying over the most relevant girl he could imagine, he'd probably be hovering over Heulfryn’s bed and taking notes.
He shook his head at the offer of sleeping medication. As tired as he was, he didn't want to sleep right now. Nevermind that he wouldn't touch that stuff in a million years. It was extremely mild of course but… not after the Wolves. Stronger versions of such things - and worse - happened to be Conall’s group specialty, and was how they'd amassed so much money from the Underground. Will wanted nothing to do with it all. He rose to his feet, shaking off the dizzy rush that came to his head after crying for so long. He was tired - and thirsty. “No thanks. I'm actually going to get some work done. I'm more behind than I ever should've let myself become.” He made his way toward the door raising a hand in farewell - and paused.
“I should thank you for listening, Eius but… it's not Eius, is it?” Will attempted a raised eyebrow. “You're kind of a high profile guy, you know. But I'm pretty sure we played together as children.” He was almost certain they had. He could remember visiting the palace on several occasions in the very early years - Eliza had been barely a toddler at the time. The Ganseys were a very wealthy family - prosperous and reputable. He wasn't sure he'd ever fully understand what led to his parents’ downfall. Either way, he could remember playing hide and seek with his cousins and some of the other courtiers children. He remembered not understanding why the little dark-haired boy was more special than all the green-eyed Ganseys, or why it wasn't acceptable for him to be a wizard when they played make-believe. “Don't worry, I have no one to tell as of now - and I wouldn't even if I did. But really, you should pick an alias that isn't a family name next time.”
With that he turned and left. Out of the infirmary and all the way to his office, where he would sit for the next string of meaningless hours and work, not thinking about what had been made in this very room, or how he'd destroyed it.
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Eliza's eyebrows raised, a small smile tugging at her own lips. “You? Easy to agree with?” She shook her head good-naturedly. “Perhaps when pigs fly will you be easy to agree with, Remus Hawkins.” Really, Eliza could agree with the man quite often. It was more his… habits that she wasn't fanatic about. Everything she disliked about Noridian gang culture - the gambling, the violence, the flamboyant clothes. It was all a bit much for her tastes. That wasn't to say she disliked him - in fact, she thought as gangsters went Remus wasn't so bad at all. She just disagreed with his lifestyle - or, more accurately, disagreed with the idea of it being her lifestyle.
She nodded, although she was a little surprised. She thought he might be the type to want to know everything about everything - she knew she was, in part. As much as she tried to be polite, not to pry, she knew she was guilty of it; gathering all the information she came across to use to her advantage. Nonetheless… Eliza offered up another polite smile. “Same to you. Have a good night.”
She waited until Remus had shut the door before gearing into action. Eliza peeled off the her blue gown, exchanging it for a pair of soft nightclothes. And that was the last time she wasted. Eliza beelined for her bed and collapsed, cocooning herself in the blankets. It may have been narrow and cold and hard as rock, but at that moment she didn't even think about it. As she sank into sleep, she didn't think much of anything at all...
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Dec 30, 2016 18:48:25 GMT -5
[ Do you just want to skip to morning or have a little Nerys and Rei scene? ]
Atticus thought he would be the one to faint at the words Will spoke, his body going cold and the stiffness of his limbs made it feel like he turned to stone. Well it was bound to happen Atticus. He thought to himself. Of course it was.... did they play as children? Atticus as a child was always playing around with kids. Either he was taken to other rich and more high ranking nobles houses or they came to the palace through the back doors so as not to draw attention to the front palace gates which seemed to always be shut then. That was during the war though...now that the war was over though the palace gates were open and closed many times during the day. Still...everything then was a blur but he did recall one day playing with a bunch of green eyed kids. But that wasn't important right now, he could ask his father about green eyed rich kids when all of this was over, he had to get to Rei so they could make their way back to the palace. And hopefully one step closer to getting done with this...which for some odd reason caused a ping in his stomach. An ache as if he didn't want this little game to be over between the group. Which was silly considering they were all coming to invade the palace to kill his whole family...or at least Him, his father and mother. What they will do to his sister...he didn't want to think about it. The anger that simmered beneath the surface of that topic always made things a bit more difficult when looking at Nerys. The prince took a glance at Heulfryn, biting his lower lip before standing up and walking towards the door. He'll be fine...besides he doesn't need a mortal like me hanging around him he thought kind of bitterly before leaving the infirmary.
He had to get to Rei anyway, he was sure she didn't want to linger around here any more then he did. Which he was right about, he found her already dressed back in her pants long sleeved shirt waiting by the entrance. Did she bring a change of clothes along with her? Benny and the rest must have wondered off, the sound of yells and laughter echoed from one of the poker rooms. Maybe she did...smart. He certainly didn't like the fact that he had to go back to the palace wearing a bright pink suit. Rei caught sight of Atticus as soon as his dark haired head entered her vision, tipping her head slightly but not saying a thing. A new little trick she's doing apparently, leaving the questions asking to her eyes and not her mouth. "He'll be alright...took enough of that sleeping powder to probably sleep through a earthquake and a storm" Atticus muttered, keeping his eyes low as to not transfer the slight spark of panic that Will had sparked. "I figured as much...Benny said that stuff was made from special roots and herbs...crushed into a fine powder and then mixed with normal sleeping powder..." Rei replied, with a mixed yawn woven in her words. "Yeah...anyway can we leave now?...After tonight I rather not stick around" He sighed. He was exhausted, sad, angry, guilty.
Will you keep an eye on here?
Will's words echoed in his head. Yeah right...after tonight he wasn't going to be able to look after her...not the way he wants. Atticus instead after this mission will vanish from this place and leave everything behind....and instead have to face down Nerys and Heulfryn as the prince and probably watch as his father sentences them to death. Or worse, but what could be worse then a quick death? It's been known that sometimes, the most violent of crimes are met with the criminals being sent into the arena and forced to face off against a magical...someone hand picked from winner row. A quick refresher of what his father had created and how much Atticus hated it came slamming back into his brain. Espeically because of Heulfryn...how digusted he would be. "Not yet...Nerys still has to tell us the details of the mission..." Rei muttered, her eyes flickering to the staris and for a moment Atticus thought he saw a flash of concern crossing her blue eyes. Was she concerned for the pirate? Funny...in fact if Atticus thought about it her talk of putting this group behind bars seemed to have lessened and lessened every day. "She's still not out yet?" Atticus asked, looking to the stairs. "Maybe...I saw Remus walk by so...maybe she will be down in a few minutes.." Rei quirked her mouth to the side before looking to Atticus, who was fidgeting with the buttons on his sleeve cuff and on his suit jacket. "Are you worried about something?" She asked after a moment. "Who? Me? No...nothing at all" He said.
That was a big fat lie, he was worried of course about a lot of stuff. About his family, about how this was gonna turn out, about how much longer until the rest realize that Atticus wasn't some common wealth merchant boy and instead the prince. And about other stuff that furthered his worry and stress like his mixed feelings about this group and about...that thing. "You always fidget when you worry...you do it all the time when we go to war meetings" She murmured, her voice dropping a little to almost a whisper. "Everything will turn out fine...after this you don't have to be called Eius any longer...alright? You don't have to worry...much longer" She said. There it was again. That concern. Or doubt maybe on the edge of her words. Would it truly be over? He had come to realize that a lot of people in this country loved his family...and then there were a lot that hated him and his family. Those who lost their countries...their family. There will always be people that would want to kill his family and everything in Kevior. He didn't voice his thoughts though, he just clasped his hands behind his back and waited with Rei.
Rei on the other hand was thinking somewhat the same thoughts. She was worried about Atticus, about the royal family...about what was to come. Has she grown close to this group?...She had no idea...she had spent so long with stone cold faces and those who didn't care about each other that she had no idea what a...real family was. And yet this whole gang, as horrible as it was, seemed to be one big family. People that care about each other and worked to make sure each of them got home safe and sound. And Rei was about to punch a big hole in their operations or...rather Nerys and Heulfryn. Rei was having a hard time separating her Guard needs to....her own wants. Like wanting to stay longer each day, watch more cards fly against the table and talk to each crow about who they were. She knew Noah loved gardening, he planted all those flowers in the courtyard by himself and even paid out of his pocket to fix the garden walls. Lily liked singing and was saving up to get professional lessons. Edward and Harold wanted to go and start their own gambling hall, the two of them thick as thieves but Rei thinks it's more then just some...friendship. She wanted to talk to Benny about medicines and herbs that he's discovered through traveling...before coming to rest here.
"So..."
"Soo....what?"
"You enjoyed that kiss with Heulfryn?"
Atticus nearly chocked on his spit, his face turning tomato red all over again. "Wh-I- I thought you didn't see that" He stuttered out, looking over at Rei who only smirked up at him. "Oh please...word travels around here...one way or another" She said and only snickered as he fumbled for words. "It's alright...I won't tell your father about your new lover" She teased, poking at his side. "He's not my lo- He's not anything! Stop that" He said, swatting at her hand as she poked him again and again. "Oh is the wittle prince angry about a wittle teasing?" She said, poking him each time he tried to swat her hands away. The two of them seemed a forget for a moment they were standing in a gangs gambling hall under the disguise of some girl from Yokai and a merchant boy.
"You two have a little 'chat' before he went to bed? Did you confess your love for him?"
"Why do you always do this?"
"Because it's fun watching you squirm in awkward romantic situations...you're like a awkward stable boy"
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Dec 31, 2016 0:13:55 GMT -5
《 How about we skip to morning and then Rei & Nerys can have a chat? 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Dec 31, 2016 2:12:22 GMT -5
[ Sounds cool~ I'll just start ahead on the morning. poor rei I have been neglecting her] [ But on another note, how's life? I feel the need to socialize ]
Morning could have came a little slower if you need to know.
Sybil groaned as her body began to wake up, her back was aching and her body still felt like a load of bricks. She wrinkled her nose and shifted her body so she was sitting up, pushing back her messed up hair. Where am I?... She thought, looking around the room in a sleepy haze while also trying to remember the last 12 hours. She was....in her library...with a giant pink coat laying right on top of her like some blanket. Blinking a few times she managed to get up to the plush chair she thought she had been sitting in last night. Maybe I fell...She thought, keeping the giant pink suit around her body since the room was kind of chilly. Sybil sat there for a while, looking down at the fireplace with the fresh ash stocked into it. Did she put in some wood in the fireplace? She felt like a big hazy cloud just sitting there trying to reform. Sleep just...hung over her. She wouldn't mind falling asleep right there in the chair though...she almost did if she didn't snap her eyes open. No she needed to stay awake because...she needed to talk to Nerys about...something? Whatever it was could wait, she wanted to tell Will about her dream that had those funny sea hor-
Before she knew it the memories of last night came flooding back. The party, the dancing with Will and the fight with the guard. Then coming back, Dante looming over them...Will looking at her and smiling that...wolfish smile. His words came booming back in her mind and the ache came with. The sadness and the anger...mostly the anger. Her jaw clenched and her eyes lingered down to the wound on her palm. Why does all this horrible crap...always involve me being tricked? She thought bitterly before closing her hand. To be honest she felt like staying in this little library for another day and night, she didn't want to be around anyone. She just wanted to be left alone, she just wanted everything to stop. Just stop altogether. But on another note she wanted to get out and run around. She wanted to jump off the walls, deal her cards or do cartwheels ( if she knew how to do them ) or something. She didn't want to be sitting around feeling bad for someone who was incredibly stupid...who she wanted nothing more then to sit down and hug him...kiss him and tell him that nothing will happen. That she will be there for him and she won't stop caring. But would he? Would he stop caring for her and just move on to someone he could dump along the way? She closed her eyes for a moment, a urge to cry coming over her but she took deep breathes and refused to cry any more. What she needed to do now was think...and get to Nerys.
She rubbed her forehead and let her thoughts move in and out of what she was gonna do. Ask to go on this...crazy mission where most likely no one was gonna come back from that alive. And here she was thinking about going on that mission...just because she wanted to show Will that his little distance trick was useless and only caused drama and nothing more. But then again she hasn't been on a mission this big for a while...she wanted to get out of here. Do something that made her blood pump and her mind race. It was almost like a drug like thing, she needed her fix in order to feel like herself or to at least escape from this...place. From the present and go on some adventure that could lead to something better. Or in this case something really bad and dangerous but who cares. A few more moments of silence was all she needed before getting up, holding the pink coat around her frame as she walked to the door to exit her little library. Her mind was made up...now all she needed to do was tell Nerys and convince her that she was coming. Or if that didn't work...go ahead and try to urge Dante to put her name out from the long list he had. Sybil certainly didn't want to show her face to anyone just yet until everyone began to wake up...what time was it anyway? She let her feet carry her towards the main lobby, some were already bustling around and cleaning stuff up or getting ready for tonight. Still early though. Her feet lingered to her card table, taking her usual seat and sit there...her hands clinging onto the suit jacket and waiting for the person she really needed to talk to, to come down.
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"Why do we always have to be here so early?" Atticus complained as him and Rei came to the doors of the Selunti, Atticus's hair was it's usual neatness but he was wearing somewhat finer clothes. Black vest shirt with the buttons coming up to his neck in a thick collar, a white tie wrapped round the collar, his pants tucked into some slick black boots. Rei had suggested that he wear better clothes then he has been which was usually just a vest and some white under shirt. To why the sudden suggestion of wearing better clothes he had no idea. "Because it takes forever for you to wake up, if we had waited any longer then I would have had to drag you out of bed looking like a mess" She said, with the roll of her eyes. "So stop whining and just go inside..." She sounded kind of irritable this morning...in fact she was grouchy all the way here. Which wasn't really odd but it wasn't her usual grumpiness it was more...real frustration or annoyance. Atticus had no idea why but he didn't want to be the one to ask what had pushed her out of the wrong side of the bed. He went in without another word, maybe a few grumbles but nothing loud enough for Rei to hear. Of course when entering the room was silent and nearly empty. The drapes were pulled open to let sunlight fliter into the room, some Crows were cleaning up from last night and prepping for tonight.
Then there was Sybil sitting by herself, wrapped in a pink coat and looking down at the card table. Look out for her....Atticus frowned, wondering if she was in the right enough mood to talk to. "Everyone still asleep?" Rei muttered as she brushed past Atticus to look inside, her eyes brushing over Sybil and then turning to Atticus. "I guess I mean...last night was kind of busy...which is why we should have slept in" Atticus muttered to the Captain, who only rolled her eyes. "Whatever...we only left early because of your whining..." Rei said, her eyes looking to Atticus who only frowned at her accusation. She could only shrug, walking into the room a bit further looking for a certain Pirate girl. Of course the girl wasn't awake either...she was surprised anyone from their group was up and about after last night. Seeing Sybil sitting alone at her card table was bit a shock...and Atticus was already lingering toward the poker card table chairs as to do that annoying thing he does and organize the poker chips by color. Odd boy. Rei watched Atticus mess with the chips and furrow his brows together, his fingers placing the chips in neat stacks by color hunched over the table.
While his eyes were fixed on the chips, he felt like his heart was skipping a couple of beats in anticipation for the details of the job to come. He barely got any sleep, his mind was constantly racing. When telling his father about what happened, he had to skip around the fact he used Heulfryn as a distraction by telling the King of Rechisan he was his partner, and leaving out the other kissy details as well. He even asked his father if there was ever a time they scheduled play dates with a family named 'Gansey' to which his father seemed to confirm. "It was a while ago...the family had been close to some of my old advisors and I thought there was no harm in having you play with them since you didn't have any siblings of your own to spend time with." His father grumbled while looking over his papers. "Your mother was good friends with one of them...although I didn't enjoy some of the games they played...too silly for a prince" And that was when Atticus decided to skip out on one on one with papa. He didn't really want to be caught up in that conversation
Rei on the other hand kind of...wanted to eat. Well no she really wanted to eat. She skipped out on the breakfast at the palace so she and Atticus could get here on their usual time. Her riding boots clipped against the ground as she walked, only pausing at the doors for a moment before pushing her way into the kitchen. It seemed to be a habit of hers to go to the kitchen to eat breakfast...usually there was something already cooked up for the crows this early. Hell she knew most of the cooks by name now, coming in so often to nibble on the food before the actual dinner was served. "Mornin' darlin'" was the first greeting she got when coming into the kitchen, her eyes skipping toward the eggs and the cooked ham sitting on the counter. "Morning Ken" She greeted the man in return, who in which had a nice shiny bald head but somehow could grow a bread, trimmed close to his jaw.
Rei didn't wait a heartbeat when the man offered to taste his food, the girl never passed up a chance at free food. Sure the cooks at the palace were good but Kenny's cooking to her was a bit more enjoyable and not to mention he didn't shoo her away if she was in the mood to snack. If she was lucky, Nerys might come to the kitchen this time around so she wouldn't have to go out of her way searching for the pirate girl. Not that it was a hassle just that...never mind. Rei pushed all other thoughts out of her head for a moment while she ate whatever food Kenny gave to her, even the guilt that threatened to bubble up about her being the person wanting to put them all behind bars...and here he was giving her food and treating her like she seriously a part of them. It was almost too sad to think about.
Her mind flashed back to earlier times, when she would sneak into the kitchen to grab some food before dinner or lunch. When she was nothing more then a child trying to find her way in the world. Her brothers taught her how to sneak into the kitchen with light steps, how to swipe a loaf of bread from the counter, and how to get away without so much as a whisper. But father seemed to always know when they were in the room, plucking them up by their hair before scooting them off into the courtyard to play or train. He didn't hurt them when they got caught, unlike most Yokai families would do if their children broke their rules. He hated disciplining his kids....thought punishments were dumb once they got past a certain age. Thus why her mother always seemed to....urgh. She was doing it again. She blinked a few times, staring at the food stuck on the end of her fork, letting Ken's words sink back into her ears. "-And they always seem to get upset when you try to help them stubborn little fools" He was talking about...something. Who knows. She just went on eating her food, her eyes going to the door a few times.
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jan 1, 2017 23:30:09 GMT -5
《 Sorry, been carried away with New Years & new Sherlock episodes (finallyyyy) but I'll have time to reply tomorrow
Life's pretty good. Got a bunch of new books, which is always great. How about you? 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jan 2, 2017 2:15:58 GMT -5
[ I completely forgot about Sherlock ds;jfdslf And that's fine, I've been hecka busy with people dramatic people causing me pain ] [ That's good, books are life lol. I'm doing good, I've been very social with people which is odd. ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jan 3, 2017 0:02:57 GMT -5
《 I know. I've been ignoring Nerys, too. Woops.
I almost did, tbh. My friend reminded me, so I watched it. Honestly I wasn't a huuuge fan of the first episode this time, but I'm hoping the next two will be better.
Socialization? What's that? Jk, me too, which is why I've been short on time to reply. 》
There was a lovely moment of absolute ignorance when one first woke up, the trials and errors of the previous day less than a thought. For Will that morning, that moment lasted a blissful two seconds.
And then there was the pain. In his neck, his back. His legs felt weirdly cramped. His bed felt rock-solid. But then again, he wasn't in his bed, was he? He felt about the surface, rough and solid and grainy, a rustling of paper - his desk. He opened his eyes; green, just slightly slanted - catlike, his nanny’s little daughter used to tell him. Most of the Ganseys did. Why was he at his desk? He was at his desk because… because… his eyes fixed on a smudged figure on one of the pages. Smudged ink - he was always smudging it, with the weird way he held his quill. He'd have ink stains down the side of his pinkie, the edge of his hand. It ended up everywhere from there; his clothes, his cheek…
Sybil.
He remembered it all now. Dante’s comment, Sybil's question, his sentence. The tears. After he'd left Atticus he'd come here to his office, and he'd sat and cried, and when all the tears had come and gone and his eyes were red and swollen, he'd gotten to work. When had he fallen asleep? Will couldn't remember deciding to sleep. He scanned his most recent page of calculations, right to where he'd finished the night before, right in the middle of an equation. He'd been so charged the night before, swept up in emotion. He'd felt the burning need to play hero, and had done so in the least heroic way possible.
Now Will felt only raw. And - and… something hard to describe. He felt all at once extremely young and incredibly old. He was only nineteen. He was almost twenty. What did he know about love? He must be incredibly naïve. He didn't want to cry anymore.
Slowly, carefully, he stood from his desk. His joints groaned with displeasure - perhaps he really was getting old now. Will took a step, but not to leave. Not yet. Although his stomach was growling something fierce, he wasn't ready to face all that just yet. Perhaps it made him a coward. Instead he did what he usually did and turned to the small collection of worn books on the shelf behind him. He ran a finger over their spines, taking comfort in their familiarity. Will withdrew one in particular, small compared to the giant non-fiction tomes but sturdy nonetheless. It was bound in rich green, the title etched in curling gold scripture; Gwenllian Aures, the story of the Faerie Queen who fell in love with a nightmare. Will had always thought it was a shame she was remembered in such a way - it was not a love story in the beginning. It told of her skills as a warrior, her political prowess. She had mocked the idea of romance for a long time - Will thought it was very unfortunate for one of his favourite literary characters to be dismissed as such.
His back screamed at the idea of going back to his chair, so instead he settled down on the ground - no dignity, just full on lying on the floor. What did it matter at this point? He was already a rumpled mess - and still dressed in that god awful suit, though he'd shedded the jacket and was now merely in shirtsleeves. He lay on his back, book held above him as he cracked the first page. Already Will felt an old feeling of comfort from the story - fueled by a particular spark to his curiosity. He'd always been drawn to the idea of magic; he wanted to study it, understand it.
If only it were so easy to study love, as well, and perhaps he wouldn't be where he was right then.
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Nerys descended the stairs with purpose the following morning - she always moved that way. Like she had somewhere to be, something to do. Probably stemming from the fact that she'd grown up always having something to do. Her Captain had known exactly who she was when he'd taken her in, but that didn't mean he'd let her skip out on her share of the work - sometimes more than her share. Princess had been nothing more to her than an irritating nickname - as it did now. She would never be Queen of her lands. Ira had been the Heir, and he was dead, same as Gawain and Dafydd. She had turned her back on the title long ago.
Not that being Queen wouldn't have its perks. She'd just always pictured the crown with a pretty set of chains to match. Once you were Queen, that was it. Your life was signed over to your kingdom. Nerys was glad to give her life to her kingdom but… Not like that. A palace would feel like a cage to her now.
She'd meant to discuss plans with the others the night before, but it had grown late by the time she'd been done with Dante. And then there was the matter of her slip up with the crown at the party. It was embarrassing, to say the least. She was supposed to be their leader, and yet she was the first to make a major blunder. Even Eius had gone through the night without a hitch. It was a definitive blow to her pride. But, alas, she'd dealt with worse, and there was no other way to deal with it than to roll back her shoulders and march on ahead (and maybe sending a punch to the teeth of anyone who gave her grief about the ordeal).
Her feet carried her down to the lobby, where she'd taken to meeting with her companions. She was mildly surprised to find the space nearly empty. What time was it, exactly? Fairly early, she supposed - if there was one thing she wasn't the best at keeping track of, it was the hour. Eius was here, which meant she guessed Rei was - they usually arrived at similar times in the morning from wherever they spent the night - as well as little blonde Sybil, looking somewhat distressed. No sign of Heulfryn anywhere, which wasn't surprising. The Fae male slept at Selunti some night, whereas on others he disappeared off to who knows where. His schedule for this seemed entirely random. No matter.
Seeing as Nerys viewed Eius as being slightly useless (his effective distraction had raised her opinions a little), she went off in search of Rei. And breakfast. Luckily, the Lyrian expected to find both in the same place; she'd picked up on Rei’s kitchen wanderings since that first day. Nerys was rather prone to doing it as well. Sure enough, there was the redhead, talking to Ken. She took a deep breath, letting the aromas wash over her. Butter, cinnamon, puddings, honey… She sniffed again, then rushed over to a pan just out of the oven. She almost squealed with delight. “Is this felfâra?!” Nerys snatched one of the fresh pastries from where they sat, slathered with a topping of spiced honey. She jammed it in her mouth, not caring how close to burning the roof of her mouth it was. The buns were a Lyrian specialty - and perhaps her favourite. She let out a blissful groan. “I'm not kidding Kenny; I'm kidnapping you when I leave.” Her eyes jumped to Rei, and she tipped her head to the girl. “Care to hear about the meeting, now?”
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