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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Mar 29, 2020 2:46:35 GMT -5
It was a windy, rainy day, and Zahavi was whining up to Eldred like the child he was, complaining that he was wet and cold, and that it was the fiendish nature, and how dare you heathens! We need to get into a shelter before we die!
Leon snorted, rolling her eyes as she sat on the ground, heavy pelts of rain hitting, and cascading off her face. Her hair clung to her face, but the feeling was refreshing, calming even. The prince continued to wail, and the irony wasn’t lost. The prince blackmailed them all, offered them treasure galore to help him find the cure, and the little witch still had her goals.
The armlet was still on, she hadn’t taken it off for a long while, instead, she watched night fall. Listening to the people around her. A group, which probably was a stupid decision. Lyra, the half fae, was nervously tittering near the tents the small group had set for shelter, though her anxious eyes kept filtering between the prince and between the drunk man heavily flirting with Dru. Atlas had not given up on his advances to woo the stoic healer, and Leon had to hide a small laugh at the irony of it all.
Isabella was simply cooking upon a fire, she was sweet, though Leon hadn’t known her well compared to the others. Zander was conversing with her, and Leon had to bite her tongue when the man just glanced at her. Call it a sensing of her clairvoyance, but she didn’t trust anything about Zander. She couldn’t prove anything, but he just seemed too supportive, then again, Leon was also a traitor, it’s not like she had any right to judge him if he was one.
She couldn’t shake the feeling, and so she glanced away, looking instead at the stars. Eldred was trying to shake the prince, huffing out about his majesty being annoying, a fact that didn’t escape the witch, and caused her to softly chuckle once more.
Zelos was napping, that was, in her satchel. He didn’t yet trust anyone other than her, and by extension-
“Now, what a sight, you’re not off causing trouble?”
She was starting to wonder what Zach was up too, and breathed in softly. So much for peaceful thinking time, instead, she relied on her resortful snort and sass, rolling her eyes, “You’re one to talk, I’m still wondering why Zahavi was insistent on having you come along.”
Zach snorted, “The prince was desperate,” he commented, sitting down by her, though watching her for a moment, “Plus, each of us had a role to play. He said he needed 10 people, he said that was what Eldred said, and Eldred said that’s what he was told by some mysterious witch,” the look in his eyes gave away that he knew exactly where the information came from. It wasn’t the prince that chose for Zach to come, though he had a part to play, Leon herself had a small role to play.
“I wonder who would have been dumb enough to do that,” was her easygoing response, staring straight ahead. Some days, talking to the witch would get her to open up, if just slightly, and those days he couldn’t help but admit that she was an exception to his rules about distance, and about safety. As much as he worried over his, well, for lack of a better term, his friend, he understood she could protect herself. They both had secrets, he hid the past, and he knew she did too. Parts of him wondered if she knew he was hiding.
He was sure she knew. And she did, because she wasn’t an idiot. Though he rolled his eyes in response, “Yeah, I wonder.” He commented, before deciding to catch her in a lie. In the palace, when he caught onto her wording, and her concerns (well, it was concerning, he wasn’t supposed to let anyone close, but Leon never really followed the rules), he got her to stumble and flounder. She wasn’t good with socializing, not on a true, feeling based level. She was factual, punctual, a bit sarcastic, and a bit rude, and she never opens up. But she admitted her anger, over him having just left without keeping her updated.
It was enough to make anyone wonder why someone got to the point of worrying about people who showed the smallest amount of care or friendship towards them.
“Yeah, who would pick a know it all thief for such a journey,” She commented, thinking over her situation too. “I mean, sure, you’re resourceful, you’re Powers are really cool, but underneath all that, there’s nothing desirable or unique, nope. Just another stupid boy.”
Her voice gave away that she was just teasing, though it wouldn’t be unlike her to truly mean such words. Though she simply stared heavenward, her gloved hands overlapping slightly over her propped up knees, it wasn’t like she had anything more to add than that.
Too bad Zach didn’t like the silence. Well, as silent as it could be, with the death threats Drusilla was dropping at Atlas every other word. One moment, Leon was staring at the sky, the next, she felt something move, and being a person with a strong fear of being touched, not being in control, she froze. It was on her arm, she noted, though she she looked in the direction of the faulty movement, she caught Zach levitating the little armlet, inspecting it in curiousity.
She deadpanned her glare at him, a blue aura surrounding the little armlet as she attempted to take it back with her much weaker telekinesis, but he wasn’t having it. The smallest tug she had on it, and he yanked it away with a triumphant grin.
She pouted slightly, giving him a dirty glare. No one was really watching, while she could hear the others, she preferred to be alone whenever possible. She was just outside of camp, but hidden by the bushes and trees. Though her glare only hardened, “That’s rude to take what’s not yours without permission.” She blandly commented.
“Ever hear of a thief?” He snapped back, immediately, and her frown deepened slightly as she rolled her eyes, not deigning the man with a response. Though his smile turned from a smirk to a softer smile, “This little trinket has a lot of memories, huh?” He questioned, to which she didn’t reply, she just watched with curiousity, as he levitated up a bit, “From the heist of my life, to the time in the castle,” his gaze slightly darkened, and she guessed he must have been recalling how she reacted violently to his presence after a while of never hearing from him. Looking back the night was so chaotic, her little tantrum with the armlet was a bit lost in all the memories, and yet the night had only been maybe a week ago at most. “I thought you hated this thing, since you were willing to give it up so easily,” his eyes flashed to give her that dirty, nasty glare, a challenge, because he always had to have one.
She snorted in reply, “Of course I hate it.” She commented, brushing off the comment with her usual sass, “It’s a mark of rich people who flock like birds at treasures and gold and live the nice happy life,” It was always something to do with that, she tended to mention it a lot. Curses, fate, luck, and lifestyle. Certainly she had Zelos, and from what Zach knew, she did lose her family. The night of the gala, when she returned after showing Eldrich the test, she almost looked fragile. She took Zelos to talk, and he hadn’t seen her until she crossed his path the next day when he went to steal. Except, the prince of all people, was there too, and it truly was chaotic.
Still. The prince offered him jewels. And Zach wasn’t going to just let Leon go off on a mission she called a suicide pact all alone either. Though, it’s not like he was going to admit it.
“You sure seem to talk about a nice happy life a lot,” he couldn’t help but comment, though he was saving the best for last.
“Doesn’t matter,” she mumbled, resting her head upon her crossed arms, though she was full on glaring at him now. So he dropped the topic.
“Couldn’t help but notice that you said you hated this thing.” He bobbed the armlet mid air for a moment, before grinning. That grin meant he had a checkmate, he knew something, and just like back at the castle, he wouldn’t let it go. It annoyed her to no end, and she found her eye twitching before he even spoke. “If you hate it, why do you keep it?”
“Well, even if Dru and El know I’m a complete liar, the prince, I think, is stupid enough to believe I’m a noble, and I think some others do too,” She didn’t common that she kept it because of it’s stupid memories, she had much fancier things she could have worn, but she actually liked the armlet. It kind of fit her, golden and black, with blue rhinestones and sapphires. “I have to keep up the facade.”
“Even the prince gave up most of his jewels to keep a low profile,” She hated when he thinks about things. Stupid friends and their stupid games. He’s just like Zelos, well, Zelos would reach the point already, rather than playing around with it. So she huffed at him.
“And your point is?” She commented, tugging harder on the armlet with her telekinesis. Emotions, that’s what was fueling her right now. She hated talking like this, it meant she didn’t control the situation. Zelos was her friend, Zach was, to a degree, her friend too. Even Zahavi, despite her complete disdain for him, couldn’t fathom how to leave her alone either. Anybody that listened had to deal with the boy, and he was so nosy too, it almost put Dru to shame.
He smirked, for good measure, yanking it right back, before resting the jewelry in his hands like he did back at the castle, “You said you were mad at me at the castle, concerned about my wellbeing, right?”
She did not dignify a response, this was too much like the castle, and she was not repeating it.
“You were,” he continued onwards, though he then shrugged, “But you said you hated this thing, tried to break it back then too, slamming it,” he had something in mind, she didn’t know what, so she glared at him. He was much more advanced in magic with energy, she could do simple things, illusions, small amounts of things, but he was powerful in his own, but he saw it as a curse. Something to do with the candles?
She didn’t like where he was going with the conversation though, so he simply shrugged, “So I guess you won’t miss it,” and had the audacity to swing his arm back, and throw the amulet towards the lake.
She knew it was a test, he was testing something, but she couldn’t help the immediate response she had. She didn’t move any, but the armlet came to a sudden half inches from the water, this time, no color at all, though she snapped a glare in his direction, “That’s not for you to decide.”
She stood up, bringing the bracelet back to herself, before snorting, “And if you wanted it, you could have just asked.” She commented, stubbornness kicking in, whatever he was trying to prove, she wasn’t playing along.
She tossed it in his direction, but he of course caught it, not that she noticed as she went to walk back into her tent, already missing the little jewels. Though she noticed a small pressure on her upper arm, and a look downwards revealed the armlet being clasped back into place, almost as if by itself.
She glanced back at him, rolling her eyes, before waving off, leaving her friend to go off to bed, or do whatever he pleased as she returned to her tent.
She placed Zelos and her satchel down softly, softly prying her friend from the bag, and placing him on a small house of blankets she had arranged for him, before she herself cluttered beside her own mess of a bed, and sat the same way as she had before. She gingerly took to the amulet, and levitated it, before taking a single glove off, gingerly touching the cool metal with her bare hands.
Maybe in the memories, she could find something about her friend, find what troubled him and what happened in his past. But nothing would come, just memories they shared. Memories of a jewel made for an old queen, who died for having magic. Somehow, it just felt like it was meant to Leon’s all this time. And for once, everything did feel like it was in place, as it should have been. Without fear, without haste.
Tommorow, it would begin again, just as the days always had.
But for then, she would cherish in the good memories instead.
(I wanted to write something.
*slyly changes Corona’s name to Lyra to avoid virus.)
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and thanks x)
