The recounting

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Irisviel Crag

    Red to Gray
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
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The recounting
« on: May 24, 2018, 04:13:35 PM »

He’d been awake, steadily, for some days. Three, Irisviel thought. Three was plenty time enough. Two days more than she would have given him if the little queen hadn’t arrived. Running everyone out of the room and locking herself away in there with him. The same buzzing she’d sensed when she followed that ethereal thread that had branched outward from the warlord prince.

But enough was enough. Irisviel was not used to waiting patiently. Especially for the benefit of others. Today she would have her answers.

Unsurprised to be met in the hallway. Compact body guarding the double doors to the sick room the warlord prince was sleeping in. Not much shorter than Irisviel, but enough that she could look down her nose at the Waoud queen. Did so, respectful enough not to tap into her power or wear her Jewels openly. Wouldn’t even need her Jewel of rank to destroy the woman in front of her.

And her consort right along with her. But Irisviel needed him, and very much doubted he would be willingly helpful if she murdered his queen. Pausing, she left careful distance between them. A queen was a queen no matter her Jewels or what territory she hailed from. Bows exchanged, but not greetings. This would not be a polite visit. Temper simmering just beneath the surface. Soaking into the stone floor.

”You will not use him again.” Irisviel’s smile was grim at this proclamation. So it began. Tiger Eye lock on the doors as if it meant anything. Bickering commenced. Low hissing whispers that rose. Reason and unreasonable.

“The choice was him.” “I’m sure so many deny you.” “He was paid.” “You will double it.” “He was healed.”

”He is mine!” The other shouted, ice crackling down the hallway. Shards snapping and biting at each other. ”He is mine. Next time send one of your own to bleed for you, bitch.” And so it ended. Iris snarling at the label. Pinning the poor, mewling heathen queen to the floor with her Red while shatter the lock on the door.

”So I am. You may remain out here while I conclude my business with your male.” Iris opened the doors and stepped inside, turning, shields rising to keep him in and her out. Look pointed. Because he had come when she called. Red painted lips curled in triumph. Iris closed the doors on those big brown eyes and locked them with her Grey.

”Sit, prince, and speak.”

Enele

    Rose to Opal
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    Glacia Kaeleer
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Re: The recounting
« Reply #1 on: May 25, 2018, 12:52:50 AM »
Bone deep, the healers said. Bruises reaching through each layer of skin and muscle. Weakening the very frame of what made Enele, Enele. Instead of better he felt worse as the days passed and nerves too damaged to pain him recovered enough to do just that. They tipped cold brews down his gullet that were meant to help but he hated them. Hated the way he felt afterwards. Body heavy, sleep nearly impossible, and mind woozy .

So it was with a fog of muddled confusion over him that Enele reached for the empty pillow next to his. Eyes slipping open as he realized Nyree was not there. A sweeping Rose probe telling him that she was not in the room at all. Making him sit up, then shuffle to the edge of the bed as he realized the sounds of bickering had woken him up. ”Bee?”

The strain in her voice was like a hot knife through butter.

”Nyree?” He stood up. Stiff from being in bed for too long. Spine aching to be straightened but the muscles were tense. Probes slipping under the door to find tensions rising. What in Hell’s name was that girl thinking?

Then he felt his heart shoot up to his throat. Aching body be damned he made it move faster. The doorknob still cold as ice as Nyree screeched on the other side of it. His snarl met with the door quaking as the lock was shattered. The queen that came through not the one he wanted to see. Though he wasn’t surprised to see Irisviel had won. Jewels aside, this was her house and queens were nothing if not territorial.

Another pass of probes under the door. A thread that touched Nyree but didn’t bother reaching for her psyche. She had never allowed it before. It was fine. She was fine. So he turned his attention back to woman of this house. Biting his tongue he shook his head and remained standing.

”Irisviel.” He greeted stiffly. ”Be careful. My web is still raw.” He cracked his barriers anyway, trusting it would be the only way to really satisfy this queen. Easier to show, to let her see for herself. That was the way Black Widows liked to do their interrogating.

Irisviel Crag

    Red to Gray
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
    69 Posts    761 marks
Re: The recounting
« Reply #2 on: May 25, 2018, 09:47:29 AM »

Irisviel looked him over. Enele Waoud. Different from when she’d first met him. Yet the same. Tongue failing to give her the title she was due. She would forgive him, he’d nearly died earning the marks she’d offered him. He was honest, if rough, and Irisviel liked him. Smile easing to only one corner of her lips, she shook her head, eyes flinty blue.

”As is your body, Prince Enele.” Irisviel walked away from him, easing into a chair, one leg swinging over the other. ”Now sit.” She’d seen him. Her power that had woven the shields and harnessed the Winds. ”Yes. I have seen it.” His inner web. Barriers cracked open like an egg. Like his body. Hemorrhaging.

She didn’t even scold him for doubting her. Foot bouncing in the air, Iris watched him until he sat. A subtle promise in the tense lines of her body. She would make him sit if he did not do it on his own. Power swelling once he did, Irisviel reached for him, slipping into the barriers he’d opened for her.

He was so very eager with them.

Within, Irisviel unstrung the traps she had set. Some sang to her. Troubled by seeking probes. Others had been unraveled by whatever had struck Enele down. Some were still intact. Strong, untouched. Carefully Irisviel took them apart, blowing them into the Twisted Kingdom. Shards of power that evaporated into the Abyss.

And then she searched him. Her Grey dominating the darkest reaches of his psyche. Sorting through memories and emotions. Nothing was safe. Nothing was left untouched. No hope for privacy. She watched meetings. Tears shed alone in a small, mean room. Committed faces and plots to her own memory. Wondered idly if she could have Amets paint them. These men.

Her enemies. The enemies of every queen.

Saw his unwinding. Undone by his queen. Or his need for her. Heart aching at the death. Knew this queen. She would need to check on her apprentice later. It took hours. Irisviel delved as deep as she dared. To be sure she knew it all. Every piece. Every sliver. Anything that might hold the possibility of being helpful. Leaning back, Irisviel flattened her feet on the ground. Strengthened his barriers.

Made sure his inner web and chalice were intact.

”You did well, prince.” Soft praise quietly spoken. ”Do you want me to take the memories?” She could. Strip away all those long months of wearing another man’s face.

Enele

    Rose to Opal
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    Glacia Kaeleer
    221 Posts    0 marks
Re: The recounting
« Reply #3 on: June 22, 2018, 11:34:35 PM »

”This old hide? It’s been through worse,’’ He lied, though a long drop from a steep cliff some years ago was now a close second. Not so scarred as some in dangerous trades got to be. Tattoos to cover the worst of them. His body would heal, he had been assured. Someday in a few dozen years the soreness might creep back in, but that was a problem for a different Enele.

Not the man in his prime that braced his aching ribs with a flat palm and met the Gray Queen’s stare. Careful not to let his feelings prickle that she had seen him laid open. At his most vulnerable. It made him want to pace. The sting in his shoulder warned not to fall prey to useless habits. So he waited until she was settled in her chair then rounded the bed. Over to the dark little box his Opal had been sealed away in.

Then back around, each step careful. Forcing himself not to rush. He held it out to her quietly. Didn’t trust his own  mouth. If she made him ask to have it opened he would demand it. Fit and rage. The healer today had not been dark enough to crack the Purple Dusk lock that originally tucked it away. For ‘safe keeping’ until he was well enough to wield the jewel again.

But it wept in its little box. His mind unsettled over and over again as he tried to fight the Craft that kept it from him. Iris, though, she could crack it like an egg. He needed it out. Wanted to wear it, but knew in the back of his mind he wouldn’t if it hurt too much. Nyree could hold it, though,  that was better than having it locked away at another’s mercy.

When it was done he took the seat she was ready to toss him into. Leaned on his good arm, ass sinking into the mattress. Knees restless to be up and moving. Chest glad for the relief. Much as his barriers ached at the sweet pressure of another presence.

What widow’s craft she used Enele didn’t know. Let the lady do her work without comment or complaint. Lost in a very different part of his mind. Distractions to occupy himself so that he didn’t have to live it all over. Once was plenty. He rather worry about Nyree in the hall and Tama being alone. Mostly alone. Mauki must be mad as Hell by now. Would he blame Enele? What about timid little Io? Was she safe? All the questions he hadn’t laid on his woman were mulled over now.

There was plenty of time for it, after all.

Behind his lowered lids his pupil’s flickered. Careful not to see what Iris poked at. Some of the scenes so tender still he rather the pain of the present. Then, before he really expected it, she was done. Separating from him with a final flourish of power.

Eyes empty he looked at her, waiting for more questions. Or for whatever came next. Anything but more brews and sleep. Trying to listen instead of dwell on how empty purposely not looking at the memories made him feel. It took him a moment to shake off the melancholy. Gentle compliment taken with a smirk that died at her question. 

Enele’s bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Hesitating to even consider the options. Was it wrong to want to say yes? He searched for the answer in eyes even bluer than his own. Found it, instead, in the seeping ache of his heart. ”No.” The decision was announced much faster than it was made.

”No, I need them.” He said plainly. The quiet moments of suffering framed the larger hurt. Gave it depth and context. Without the memories he might forget. History might repeat. Enele might grow comfortable in the role of lover and protector he pretended at until the wrong words spilled out again. If he knew the foundations were built in sand, he could brace against the tide. Could take the misery of Nyree’s rejection.

It was alright. He knew he wasn’t an easy man to love. Giving up had been the right decision. So he knew eventually Nyree would make it again.

Irisviel Crag

    Red to Gray
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
    69 Posts    761 marks
Re: The recounting
« Reply #4 on: June 23, 2018, 12:17:01 AM »

Irisviel watched him think it over. Her thumbs tracing the edge of the box in her lap. The one that held his Jewel. Saw his lip be drawn between his teeth. Suckled for comfort while he made a choice. Looking to her for an answer Irisviel could not give. The emotions were not her own, and so, unfathomable. What they might mean to him they did not to her. She sought only to ease some of the burden she had places upon him.

Enele chose for himself.

”Very well.” Nodding, Irisviel placed the box in his hands. Broke the seal on it with a craft honed fingernail. Lifting the latch she exposed the Jewel within. Cut of smoothed into a string of perfect spheres. Irisviel admired their shape, and color. Tested the depth and refilled the stored energy there with a measure of her own. Accepted back from him the empty box. Solemn, she vanished it away.

”You’ll have need of that, prince.” Irisviel touched his knee. Fingertips brushing the hard cap of bone that guarded the joint. She had to be sure he was listening. This one who fought the leash like a bucking colt refusing a bit. ”You cannot go back. And neither can she.” Webs spun and spies drawn in while he slept. Irisviel felt a measure of pity for him. This man, wild prince of his wild land. But she understood his deeper nature.

”You chose poorly. The widow has given you up. And while she does not know your face,” Irisviel watched him. Red held in reserve in case she should need it. It was her ill news to impart. Her coven sister who had betrayed him. Her mission that had lead to this. ”She knows hers. And all the places you had her look. Understand?” Iris held her hand up, palm flat. She could offer no comfort for this. Not really.

”I will do everything I can to contain them here.” She promised. And there would be vengeance against her sister. ”But away, would be best.” Away from the wild land that had bred them. Stubborn, surly. And strong.

Enele

    Rose to Opal
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    Glacia Kaeleer
    221 Posts    0 marks
Re: The recounting
« Reply #5 on: June 26, 2018, 09:08:58 PM »

Enele wasn’t sure if it was natural or not, the way his psyche and body both eased with the opening of the locked box. Too long apart, even if they had been separated for his own health. Momentarily blind he snatched at the jewel as if it might be taken again. Mind swelling with a singular thought. Mine, mine, mine.

And it was. Beads vibrating in greeting at his touch. They were cool against his fingertips, then warm around his wrist. The ache bearable now, not that it had stopped him from trying to wield them before.

Like a light in a tunnel Iris’ hand dragged him back to the moment. All his body tingling in a spiral from that point outward. She sent the box away, to Hell or oblivion or right up it’s owner’s ass he hoped. There was dangerous promise and the promise of danger in the Gray Queen’s voice to distract from that bitterness, though. Eyes growing narrow, then brow furrowing in earnest. ”Back?” He was blissfully confused for breadth of a hair.

Then his heart sunk to his stomach. Back home. It wasn’t his own sorrow that weighed his shoulders into a slump. Bee, clearly, was the she who could also not go back. Ever? He wanted to ask, but the question died as more explanation was given.

”Shit.” Of course it was his fault. All his fault. He expected anger to well up. But it was smothered by the numbing cold of fear instead. Curling over his knees he clutched at his mouth. Thumb following the curve of his jaw while his fingers pinched at his flesh. It would all be over. Nyree was going to leave him again. She couldn’t love him when he hurt her, and this time the pain would be a blade to the piece of herself she loved best. Her tree and her bees and the crooked cottage he’d never gotten around to bracing up straight. Brother, father, mother, and all the villagers that needed her to see their crops blossom.

Nodding he turned doleful eyes to Irisviel. ”I chose recklessly. If she’s alive then she told them whatever she knew. They would have killed her otherwise. And I’m surprised they didn’t anyway.” That was his fault too. Guilt buzzed in his chest for endangering the young woman. He couldn’t even remember her face.

”It’s done now. And worth the trouble if keeps them from killing anyone else. At least you know how and where they get their recruits. That should help turn the tide.” He pitied Iris the work it would take to exterminate them all. It was doable, he thought she would find a way if anyone could. The rest of his problems he buried for the time being. They were not for Irisviel Crag. He was not for Irisviel Crag. In fact, he was sure he’d be for no one pretty soon.

 

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