One Was Enough

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Wren Cloverbridge

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One Was Enough
« on: January 19, 2018, 12:45:12 PM »
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There was a soft click of metal on metal as the door latch glided into the waiting space of the strike plate. Once that sound had been a relief for Wren. Safely behind the privacy that a closed door suggested she wanted. Safe to be herself, alone at last, without eyes to watch- to judge. That was before River. Now the sound was just a sound. It did not hold the promise of solitude. Even when she strengthened the man-made lock with her Gray.

She had just begun to wonder if she would ever have a moment alone again when he finally left. Or fled. Growing increasingly bothered as the day progressed. Avoiding him had only made him take extreme measure to find time to be together. But being together had not soothed his excitability at all.

Was she a poor queen? Destined to fail? That was her worry as she stepped out of sturdy soled house shoes and into cloth slippers. The tangled web she had spent her morning weaving still shimmered in its frame. Her fingers caressed the familiar wood as she passed by the table it sat on. From inside the chest of drawers that dominated one wall of the room she lifted a well worn paperback. ‘Classical Poetry’ insisted the title.

It only took a tiny illusion web to make it say so. The actual title, ‘Escorted by Fate’, was far too implicating for her to walk around with. Now, though, the boys were gone. Not gone, gone of course. Wren didn’t think she would like that. This was perfect, though. Their scent barely lingering in the room, their actual bodies far removed from the house. Quiet. Peace. Solitude. A cozy chair that she sank into, heels pressed at her bum and toes curling over the cushion. Book cradled against one forearm as she used Craft to turn the pages forward to her favorite part.

Then it happened: a sound like wind rushing through a crack.
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Darion Greenstone

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Re: One Was Enough
« Reply #1 on: January 19, 2018, 01:50:08 PM »
It had taken a long time for him to leave, the Other One. Him, with his Ebon-gray; if anyone had told Aeon the other man’s name, he didn’t remember it. But that was fine, since he hadn’t come to see the Queen Hog anyway—he’d come to see the Queen, because the scent of her now permeated the walls just as Iris’s did, beckoning.

Such allure! It grated him, not knowing. And so the moment he’d sensed the Warlord Prince’s departure, he’d slipped right through the Darkness to find her, a single step that bridged across countless rooms.

There. Quiet, pensive, reading. Aeon studied her face, dark eyes twinkling behind his crooked glasses, and smiled. He made to bow, but was abruptly caught about the neck by his collar, because his shoulder was lodged in a magnificent chest of drawers.

So it happened that his first words to this new Queen were not immediately intelligible, somewhere between ack! and gerk!, followed by breathless cursing.

“Sorry,” he said, sliding free of the furniture and using a free hand to massage his neck. Only then did he have the good sense to correct himself. “I mean, my apologies, Lady. That, er, happens sometimes.”

He flashed her a grin.

“Hi. I’m Aeon.”

Wren Cloverbridge

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Re: One Was Enough
« Reply #2 on: January 19, 2018, 04:57:06 PM »
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Hearing the sound and pinpointing the source were not one done together. Quieter than the quietest whisper she nearly convinced herself it was imagined. Too engrossed in her… reading to be bothered to look up. At least until there was a definite source for that noise, and the next. Which included a strangled gurgle of borer line hilarious proportions.

She might even have laughed. Except for the second time in a single day a man had appeared when and where she had not expected- or wanted. Wide eyed Wren sucked in her lip to help swallow a gasp. The cretin literally popped out of the furniture! Another Ebon-gray, of course, because when anything lighter jeweled shoved its way in you considered it a visit. Only darker jewels could leave you feeling so utterly assailed. The corner of her lips pursed, that was too strong a word, perhaps. For whatever this was.
 
”To you, evidently…. But I’ve definitely never seen the like of it.” Wren answered. And just as she had previously in the day, denied herself a smile. Not for this stranger. Even with his delightful hair and charming eye crinkles. She hadn’t smiled for River, and he was hers. So she shouldn’t smile for his Aeon either.

Closing her book she vanished it away. Hands clasped in her lap, knees still drawn up defensively. ”I’m Wren. Did you,” She looked around, not sure how his whatever it was worked. Could one make a mistake when popping out of the furniture? Or was she about to insult a man that could rub her back into the ground like a mother’s damp thumb rubbed a cheek clean? ”Did you mean to come in here?”

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Re: One Was Enough
« Reply #3 on: January 19, 2018, 06:45:41 PM »
Ah—he’d startled her. It was a common reaction, of course, or at least he thought he remembered it was; he rarely considered these things, as he was used to himself.

Her wide-eyed stare turned him sheepish, and he did his best to show it, face shifting into something like solemnity. They pondered one another for a brief moment in silence. She was very fair, thought Aeon; like one of the creatures he sometimes saw in caves, light-fleshed with piercing eyes that rarely gazed upon sunlight, except, well, pretty.

“Oh, er, well,” said Aeon, who had forgotten his train of thought entirely. What had she never seen the like of? He froze, eyes darting around the corners of the room as though the answer might be hidden there.

Oh!

Right.

He grinned again.

“Wren,” he repeated, relishing the name on his tongue. “Yes, I meant to—well, no, not into that,” he emphasized, gesturing back toward her formidably well-constructed dresser. Mother Night, that had hurt. “But, yes, I meant to come in here. I wanted to meet you, after all. But I thought it was best if I waited for the other one to leave.”

The Ebon-gray was a factor, certainly, but Aeon had met several who wore such a Jewel in his time. It was the caste that had given him pause. Even by his standards, Warlord Princes could be terribly destructive.

“Iris told me all about you,” he continued, brightly, “and Iris is a very good judge of character, I think.”

Wren Cloverbridge

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Re: One Was Enough
« Reply #4 on: January 20, 2018, 06:47:12 PM »
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Odd prince, this Aeon. Staring at her like that. Wren stared back. Did wearing the Ebon-gray effect a person’s mental state? She had only ever met these two. If they were standard examples then— Well, Darkness have mercy. Or had she? Selecting these boyos that showed so little temper to wield such immense ability. That didn’t explain Dhemlan’s Witch though. Unless it was the jewel power. Deeper power, deeper mental disturbance? Had the Gray made Wren unusual? She heard them, the whispers that suggested she was too stiff, too controlling, for her own good. Thoughts flitting back to Aeon she pushed the puzzle away.  At least this one didn’t latch his hooks into her heart. One was enough. More than enough maybe.

She hadn’t decided yet.

A single eyebrow widened as the muscle shifted over her brow. Questioning while he tossed the room with his eyes in apparent confusion. Poor darling, Wren started to think; barely managing to shove the idea out of her head before she was overcome with sympathy.

The tip of her tongue traced her lips as he said her name. Like a lizard testing the air. To make sure it didn’t feel too right. That he wasn’t going to weasel his way into becoming hers when she wasn’t paying attention. Like now! When a sneaky smirk tried to creep from the corner of her mouth. ”Clever of you. I’ve no idea how River would behave. Probably not politely.” Whatever that entailed.

Odd warlord prince, that River.

”I certainly hope so.” Wren admitted. Even if she doubted her mentor’s abilities in that arena. Iris was very attached to her males. All of her people, really, but it was the trust she harbored for the boyos that made Wren dubious. Nervous. Afraid for her queen.

She had told Wren about Aeon too. Not all about him. Simply an offhanded assurance that Aeon, who wore the Ebon-gray, was no one to be frightened of. Just enough information to make Wren notice a young Ebon-gray poking his face through the gate and make the mistake of inviting Lady Crag’s friend inside. Only to find River was not Aeon at all.

”Was there something you needed from me, Prince Aeon?” Wren chirped, her head tilting slightly as she relaxed against the chair again. If Iris had told him all about her, perhaps he needed a Web of some sort. Or any manner of who knew? Maybe he just liked walking through dressers because he could.

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Re: One Was Enough
« Reply #5 on: January 23, 2018, 09:08:59 AM »
“Probably not,” agreed Aeon, who was still smiling. “Though I’ve heard they mellow with age. Maybe in a few years I’ll be able to come say hello without getting blown in half.”

His dark eyes twinkled with mirth. But there was steel there, too. A Prince’s pride. It was an easy thing to threaten violence, but seeing it through was a different game entirely. That game had different rules, and Aeon thought, if nothing else, he knew them better than River.

“Very intense, of course. Willful.”
He spoke of Iris, now, conversationally addressing the young Queen’s doubts. “But she knows minds. Knows hearts. Satisfies the need to feel understood.”

Wasn’t that mainly what people wanted, at the end of the day? Aeon thought so. But it was a hard belief to square with the fact that Magda was dead, and so he pushed it out of his mind, all the better to deal with it later—or never.

This young Queen, with her young Warlord Prince… did she know she was in danger, if only by association? The boy was to be her scion, and yet here they were, alone and face to face.

“No, Lady,” he answered finally, and with a dazzling smile. “I just came to make sure there was nothing you needed from me. It helps to see your face. This way I’ll know where to run if you call for me.”

His fingers gestured mid-air, eyes distant, searching; a moment later, something appeared in the grip of his hand. It was a bracelet, thin and delicate and silver, dotted with tiny sapphires.

“I should hope you never need to call for me, though. But I’ll come if you do—anytime, anywhere. I got this in Dhemlan. Do you like it? I think it quite suits you.”

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Re: One Was Enough
« Reply #6 on: January 23, 2018, 10:14:31 PM »
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If that wasn’t worth hoping for nothing was. Neither River, or his caste, were particularly problematic. He was not a bad fellow at all. Tame compared to plenty of males she had met. Just suffering from... an excess of exuberance. Yes. That made it sound almost nice. Bareable even. ”I don’t think he’s a bad sort. But you can never tell with men, especially warlord princes.”

Lips folding in on her teeth she cringed internally. ”Sorry, that was rude. I don’t mean all men. Just most.” That didn’t really sound like much of an apology. She fiddled nervously with the sleeve of her sweater. River’s madness must have been contagious, to make her prattle on so in front of a stranger that could blink her to oblivion.

”I think intense describes anyone that wears the Red or darker.” That was just the nature of being Blood. Speaking about Iris was infinitely easier. A subject she was well versed in, having done her research diligently when selecting a mentor. Choosing then arriving before asking if the lady might even be inclined to have one. Thankfully it had worked out in her favor. So far, though, Wren didn’t feel very understood. That wasn’t necessarily Iris’s fault. Making friends, trusting someone. It was hard. Very hard for Wren.

”That’s... kind of you.” Wren sat up straighter. Not taller since her height made that impossible; even under the best conditions. The space between her pale eyebrows shortened; skin nearly puckering. Suspicion floating behind her heavy eyelids. The question was why he was so kind? A trick? A ploy to make her comfortable? Did he want something?

His smile looked genuine enough. Wren fanned a probe against his outermost barrier. Testing for susceptibility. To see if she would glimpse deceit or treachery under his innocuous demeanor. Gaze attracted to the bracelet that hung from Aeon’s hand she tried to figure him out. Strange, strange man. Offering charm and charms. ”It’s beautiful.” She admitted. The sapphires glinting with familiarity. Not Jewels, just gems— their likeness to her actual Birthright was both lovely and potentially useful. However material items had never impressed her, or bought her trust. ”You don’t have to give me gifts or make me promises. I’m afraid there isn’t much I’m in any position to offer you, prince.”

At least he was nice. Or not outright murderous. Would River be? Later, when he had done his Red Moon housing and smelled Aeon in her room? Smelling of Darkness only knew who in return.

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Re: One Was Enough
« Reply #7 on: February 13, 2018, 08:23:18 AM »
She was very polite, this Lady Wren, going so far as to apologize to him for his own nature. Young, still, and not yet accustomed to giving her males what-for. Aeon shot her an amused look, eyes still twinkling.

“No, you’re quite right. It’s all of us,” he said, cheerfully. “Almost certainly.”

But he was making her uncomfortable; she was fidgeting, worrying the sleeves of her oversized sweater. Perhaps she wasn’t ready yet. It took time, someone had told him once, for a Queen to accept service as it was given.

He didn’t remember who’d said it. Remembered so little, anymore. Still, it had many times over proven true.

“My Lady, you’ve dealt me a grievous disappointment. Here I was, hoping for a bracelet in return.” He grinned at her, and then slid the bracelet over her wrist before she had more chance to protest.

“There, now. I shouldn’t tarry. Your pup will be home soon.” The joy in his expression faded, leaving only solemnity. A hint of sadness, perhaps. Mother Night, he worried for her, same as he worried for all of them. “Keep him near you, hm? And watch your webs, Lady Wren. The Territory will come to need your voice to guide it, just as it needs Irisviel’s.”

One last smile, then a strange distortion of air, and he was gone again.

Wren Cloverbridge

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Re: One Was Enough
« Reply #8 on: February 18, 2018, 09:45:35 PM »
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Wren’s eyes tightened around the corners. Half suspicion half amusement. Today had been a day full of surprises when it came to the behavior of men. The more time she spent in their company the more surprised she found herself. They did not act the way she had been conditioned to believe they would.

That didn’t make her want to trust this Aeon. Not yet. But his gleeful agreement to her blanket statement made her swallow another giggle. Silly man. ”Perhaps some are a touch easier to read.”

Nice as he might seem he could still play a wicked trick. Eyes widening Wren looked around as if she expected to find just such a gift laying around. ”I, um...” But in that second of distraction he had grinned at her as terribly as River did. The shiny sapphires were placed around her wrist.

”Oh. How soon?” She wondered aloud. His expression suggest it would be very soon. Enough time, maybe, to sneak down the hall and exchange her book for another. The next warning was more serious, though. Wren turned her gaze back to Aeon, matching his solemnity with calm. ”I will.” She wasn’t sure he heard her, though, for a second later he was gone. Only the slight sounds of the dresser mirror vibrating hinted that anything had happened at all.
 

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