midnight sun

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Darion Greenstone

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midnight sun
« on: December 24, 2017, 03:08:05 PM »
It was a nice room, thought Aeon, but nice in the bland, predictable sort of way: well-made matching furniture, a luxurious bed, plenty of room. He sat on the bench in front of the vanity table, loose and leisurely, long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. One hand tucked under his chin, he certainly looked more patient than he felt.

She had not noticed yet. It offended Aeon more than it should have; he’d been careful not to alert the court, after all. And it had worked—or he thought it had, for he had opened his barriers wide to probe and felt no one stirring.

Perhaps she was stupid, he thought. But of course. It was so much more difficult for evil to take root near a Queen who was smart.

One foot jiggled impatiently, his body vibrating in time with the movement. Time. No time. He had a job to do, and every moment lost was a waste, a danger; it had to be now, had to be quick, or he would forget.

He absolutely could not allow himself to forget.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, dark eyes glittering, gaze fixed on the slender figure of the Queen who’d had her back to him for minutes now. “It must be very important, hm?”

Ophelia Shore

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Re: midnight sun
« Reply #1 on: December 24, 2017, 03:38:46 PM »

What was one more drop in the deep, dark sea she found herself drowning in? Never comfortable, not even in her own room. A Sapphire sea buoyed by Green. A deep, dark sea of temper and yearning. A husk of a queen. Too petrified to think beyond the step ahead of her. Every move questioned. Every outing escorted until she'd stopped going at all.

Suffocated by the deep, dark sea.

What was one more drop? The darkness at the very depths of the ocean. Nothing until it spoke. Strangling a scream in her throat, manicured nails covering rictus lips. Eyes wide and knees weak with trembling, Ophelia turned. Found the true depth of darkness lounging at her vanity. A pale lock of silver hair bisecting his forehead.

Madness. She'd truly gone mad. Tormented and taunted by the people who should have held her up. Kept her safe. Allowed her to rule. The Yellow in wristband flared and darkened. No use against this hell spawned monster. Elbows crushing her breasts, Ophelia shook her head.

What had she been thinking of? The withered garden that back her house? The parties she had not attended?

The death she kept waiting for every day when she opened her bedroom door?

"Who are you?" She whispered, clawing at the curve of her lip. As if she could keep the question in. No need to ask how he'd gotten in. Not with Jewels that dark. So dark she hadn't even felt the ground drop out from under her.

Darion Greenstone

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Re: midnight sun
« Reply #2 on: December 24, 2017, 04:34:58 PM »
A beat of silence passed; Aeon tilted his head, blinking unfazed at her stricken face. Her fear lapped at his open barrier, though it was hard to tell, as her walls were stained thick with it already.

Only an arched eyebrow in response to the Yellow at her wrist flickering to life, then off again. Stupid, then, but not suicidal; he sighed, suddenly guilty. At this rate, he wouldn’t get any useful information out of her until sometime next decade.

“Well, I’m not here to hurt you,” came the vague reply. He uncrossed his ankles, shifted his weight, and then crossed them the other way. “But you are in danger. I’m Darion, in service of Lady Irisviel Crag.”

A chair fell from nowhere and landed between them, an antique little thing with a padded seat and a straight wooden back. Aeon motioned to it with a nod of his head, barely moving at all.

Saving his energy.

“See, I had a question,” he began conversationally, “about a place near here. And then I thought: who would know the land here better than its Queen? I’ll go and ask her. But I didn’t want to bother with the Sapphire one, so I had to wait until he fell asleep. He seems like the type who would interfere.”

He paused, gauging her reaction… or what little reaction she had, underneath the stink of her fear. Had she been expecting something else? What an odd Queen, with her Jewel like weak candleflame but the beauty of a goddess.

“Please, sit,” said Aeon, cheerfully. It would be terribly inconvenient if she locked her knees and fainted; he’d already waited so long.

Ophelia Shore

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Re: midnight sun
« Reply #3 on: December 24, 2017, 06:16:07 PM »

”Lady Crag.” The name did little to make Ophelia feel better. Backed his claim of not being there to hurt her not at all. Lady Crag, Ophelia knew, was a raving mad queen with a Jewel dark enough to set you wetting yourself and absolutely no compunction against using it to do just that.

Or worse. What was her body count at now, Opehlia wondered?

She jumped as the chair landed with a clatter. A chair from no where. Had it been in his cupboard then? A whole chair? Ophelia inched toward it, sliding into the cushioned seat just as the stranger bid. If he was in service to Lady Crag, he had to be well leashed, hadn’t he? Not here to harm but she was in danger. Ophe swallowed.

Prince Medin, he meant. It took Ophelia a moment to put it all together. The conversation - one sided so far - running backward in her mind. How could he look so cheerful? Muttering dark tidings, sneaking into her rooms as if the walls were just fantasy.

”I-uh.” Ophelia tried to compose herself. Remembering the pain lost control had caused her before. The bones still ached when it was cold. Or she was frightened. ”He is.” She managed after swallowing the hard lump in her throat. Prince Medin who she should have been able to hide behind. The Warlord Prince she didn’t even think of calling for.


”What... what was your question?” She hoped he would leave once it was asked. Leave and never come back.

Darion Greenstone

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Re: midnight sun
« Reply #4 on: December 24, 2017, 06:34:23 PM »
Aeon didn’t mean to pry at the Queen’s thoughts, but it was easy like breathing with his barriers open. Not that her face hid much. He studied her, hawk-like: the stiff uneasiness of her, as though each step she took might be her last step, petrified that her own palace would swallow her whole.

But she sat, which pleased him. Prettier up close, with her dark curls and her angular face that might have been carved by an artist. It piqued his interest, but… no, there was no time.

A pensive hum was his reply. He is. There was that fear again. It occurred to him, now, that she had not extended a psychic probe for that one; something flashed behind Aeon’s eyes, fire and steel, but her words broke the spell and he simply stared at her for a moment, seeing her for the first time all over again.

“My—oh, yes, of course.” His question! No time! The purpose rushed back to him and, in a flurry of motion, he called in a small notepad and held it facing her so that she could study the sketch on its open page. Adjusting his glasses with his free hand—which made them only slightly less crooked than they’d been—he leaned forward and met her eyes intently. Serious. Seeking.

“This place. I must know where it is.”


The sketch had been done from Iris’s implanted memory, and it was good, though not perfect. A secluded inn surrounded by trees, built from lumber, with special attention paid to the windows and doors. A well-house with a shingled roof to one side.

A house full of Queen-killers.  

Ophelia Shore

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Re: midnight sun
« Reply #5 on: December 25, 2017, 06:37:36 AM »

Ophelia’s skin crawled along her bones. Pulling, tucking, trying to escape his gaze. But he kept on staring, if he could find his answers without asking, simply by cracking her open and drinking them out of her insides.

Finally a response. Reactive to her question. The room seemed to swell with energy as he... remembered? Ophelia’s fingers curved over each side of the chair, nails just sinking into the top, most porous layer of wood. A notepad called in and waved before her. Leaning forward because it was expected of her.

The two of them meeting half way, Ophelia twitching like a fly struck horse and he, Darion, intent. Searching her face for Mother Night only knew what.

She reached out, traced the canted roof with one finger, trying to stir memories.
Knowledge. Was this part of her land? She had seen much of it, Nin was small and spread out. Two landen villages. Two Blood. And much between them. Cattle, grain and lumber. The hot, stinking work required by Rodgau’s many forts and outposts.

”Maybe. I don’t think I have been there.” She was answering herself more than him, lips puckered and brows furrowed. She had seen more recently. Forced out of her house. Forced to look. But this was secluded. There would be no need for her to see this, surely? What inn was like any other and she used none of them, especially not one as rustic as this.

”Most of our trees grow north. Past the last landen village. Ten miles of them before you risk the border. Maybe there?” Should she be firmer? What would he do if she was wrong? ”It seems the most likely. There isn’t a heavy population of trees elsewhere unless you cross the border to the east.”

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Re: midnight sun
« Reply #6 on: December 25, 2017, 01:08:50 PM »
Aeon could have kissed her, but got the sense she wouldn’t have appreciated it; and, anyway, his lips were still bruised from earlier, slashed and dotted with dried blood where… well.

Anyway. He wet the wounds with his tongue self-consciously, and then he called in a pen to begin scribbling furiously on his side of the sketch book, immortalizing her words in ink the second she dictated them.

“North, past the last landen village,” murmured Aeon, a slow echo. “Ten miles before you risk the border.”

Yes. He had faith in her, this poor, terrified Queen; his eyes shone with it, twinkling now, as he secured the cap on his pen and vanished everything away. But even his own happiness was hard to recognize, less joy and more strange, feral hunger that he’d neglected all this time.

Time.

There was no time.

“I will shield this place,” he told her, suddenly on his feet, straight-backed and alive with renewed vigor. “No one must leave until it is done.”

Half of him disappeared: his arm up to the shoulder, a foot, a knee. Vanished, slid between the opaque curtains of space. But then he paused, stopped, and craned his neck back to look at her. Stupid? Perhaps. Beautiful? Certainly. But a Queen above all, and she’d done more than she could realize.

“You’ve been a great help, Lady. I thank you.” He shot her something between a grin and a smirk; confident, roiling. “And you can keep the chair—I’ve got extras.”

And then he was gone, spirited away into that place that only he knew of, northward and past the landen village where the trees grew in thick groves.

Ophelia Shore

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Re: midnight sun
« Reply #7 on: January 01, 2018, 08:58:48 AM »

Strange. In a dozen ways Ophelia couldn't begin to name. Half threat. Half terror. Half something else all together. Making her skin crawl and freeze all at once. Still as she could get, like a hare, heart rattling in her chest as she tried to maintain control. To do what was asked of her.

He muttered and scribbled as she talked. His voice trailing hers. Something glittered in his eyes. An emotion Ophelia did not want to place or name or even know. She shied from it. Retreating as he stood, the sound of the pen closing loud in the quiet of the room. The bench of her vanity scrapping softly with his hasty rise.

"Ok." Not that she could do anything to stop them from coming or going. They all did as they pleased. Left her to do nothing at all but boring paperwork and quiet work by herself. No fun to be had. No one to pet her ego or make Nin more charming. Ophelia was content to sit behind his shield as dictated, having no where to go anyway.

And she did not ask what was to be done. Ignorance seemed preferable. Never mind he was about to commit whatever it was in her district. Let him.

Ophe made a sound. Standing as half of him vanished. The other half staying to peer at her. To speak to her. A gentle petting his words. Half mollified. At least someone saw her usefulness. Even if he was a half crazed, half missing male from Mother Night only knew where.

Lady Crag.

No friend of Ophelia's, his leash holder.

"Thank you." She whispered. Carefully polite. She didn't need anymore males bringing that bitch's wrath down her. Once had been enough.

 

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