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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 11:04 am
He knew he'd be getting no sympathy or apathy for that matter from his wife. This had gone horribly wrong on him and it was out of his control now. His willful son was that cause of that but he couldn't help but think that just maybe Zykariel made the difference...those two had been playing with him, that was for sure. They hadn't started to get deadly until Zykariel had shown up and they truly felt threatened. Thusly he didn't argue with her and let her do what she felt she had to do without complaint...he could already feel the taint of negative things across bond lines and that was never good.
Sevilin was quite happy to wash blood off himself, though the guilt he had wrought from this all wasn't washing off no matter how he scrubbed. And he didn't ask for her help as she hadned over the towel, despite that even though the injury to his back was healed, he still hadn't regained feeling in his legs...though old knowledge from dark places told him that his legs would support him since the injurty was indeed healed...his spine and such was just irritates and the area swollen. He could walk and he did, just slowly and using walls and such till he reached the bed and sat on the edge, drying at himself some. He knew he'd have to say something to her, and she'd probably scream at him or swipe at him or something and he'd deserve that honestly.
"Zykariel wasn't supposed to be involved."
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 11:57 am
Her hands clenched on the bloodstained clothes she'd swiped from the bathroom while he was making his way back to the bed. She'd have to soak them in cold water to get all the blood out. She needed to bathe Zykariel as well. Intending to do it once she'd finished healing him, he'd fallen into reverie before she could and she just didn't have the heart to pull him out of it. A sponge bath likely wouldn't disturb him though and she decided to take care of that next. Brusquely folding the clothes, despite the sticky blood that would make them stick together, she laid them over her arm and turned to face those red eyes that were full of regret and sorrow. Well, they should be. Her own were so hard they glittered like the gems they were often compared to, her voice quiet but chilling. "If you hadn't gone, he wouldn't have been."
The silence and tension hung heavily for a moment and after a pregnant pause, she walked to the closet and tossed a pair of his sleeping pants onto the bed. "Broog's downstairs with something to give to you. I want those two gone before you reverie." And just like that, she turned and swept from the room to resume her aforementioned plans.
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 12:48 pm
Her lack of outburst told him more than was she probably could have if she was screaming at him. It took a lot to push her to a point where she was so upset she didn't no what to say. He wasn't surprised either...things had just gotten out of his hands so fast and sorry wasn't going to cover that. She was right in an aspect too, but also wrong. Zykariel wouldn't of if he didn't go...but at the same time if he had left a different way then the boy may still be in reverie in his bed, reveries of racing victory in his head.
Sevilin didn't think her more or less silence would sting like it did. But then again he was so used to his ears ringing in retaliation from any female that knowing silence was even louder was disturbing. Even though he used the method himself. Pulling on his pants and a cleaner pair of short ankle boots he pushed himself up...pushing through pain was something he was always used to and it felt appropriate this time. Family first, Broog after. Thusly he made his way down to his training room where the two that meant so much yet so little to him lay in a pile of each other, sticky crimson seeping into the grooves that formed runes on the floor, making hte activation circle there glow as the marks fed on the blood, giving the room a eerie green glow.
He knew what he should do now...but he didn't make motion to do it. Moving slowly so as not to stumble on feet he knew were there but couldn't feel he reached over and seperated them, each laying on their back next to each other, face up and eyes lifeless. He stared at the elder of the two a moment before he sat down at their heads, just outside any blood. "You'll haunt me forever...won't you..."
"You'll never be rid of me. I made you what you are."
There was no voice being heard in the air, she wasn't speaking and her soul had long left her body on the battlefield...but his head still let her speak. Her voice ever fresh in his ears, her words with a bite and hiss to them in accent from her raisings in the Depths. Ever condescending. He however, was indeed talking out loud, not that he cared if anyone heard or not. "You've always ruined everything you've touched. First me...then her." Turning his eyes to Jazmynna who was equally lifeless...she was his daughter? She had her mothers features, but those indeed were his eyes.
"Congratulate yourself...you did your own ruining this time. You called the thunder. And I still get to laugh and watch you suffer until you die by your own hand or your own doing."
His fingers reached out to play in blood, making nondescript patterns for no reason, just making patterns to do so. It was cold and thick as it smeared across stone by how own doing. "Death is a confusing word, is it not? Death means the end of life, but also a beginning to something else. A release."
"You comfort yourself with words you want to hear. You're always going to be you Sevilin. Nothing can change that. And you'll never be anything more than a worthless excuse of a creature who runs vicious circles with himself. You're a killer and you're merciless, it's just how you were raised."
"Ruthless enough to do away with the only example of a mother he ever had. His own blood, sister and daughter. You are what held me from my family."
"My family. In life and in death."
"My family now. Those four will tear each other apart as they fight for dominance. They'll join you soon enough. And then the shadow of House Inthara will be gone. I'll be all that's left."
"But I'll still be with you, won't I? As you said, I'll haunt you forever."
"Only as a whisper in the back of my mind." He had no idea how long he had sat there talking until fingers turned patterns into sense, making runes flare and light up all over the room. A bright flash and it was done, the traces of blood burned off as it was used a fuel to a fire that lasted but a second before runes died down, all that was left of the two being slightly scattered ashes on the floor. He didn't care to wipe away the blood that escaped his own body in runic backlash as he continued to sit there with those ashes, he was just content to bask in a certain relief that for the moment was keeping him oblivious to the other kind of horror he had delivered on himself.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 1:07 pm
The washcloth gently swept across dark skin, removing all traces of the blood from the boy's face. Blood. His and that of the two lying below. With his eyes closed and his face devoid of scratches, he looked so much like his father it made her ache inside. Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she continued to gently bathe her oldest's body, removing all the traces of the horrible battle he never should have seen. "Why? Why'd he do it?"
"Mom..."
She blinked, startled by her son's voice and shook her head as he tried to push himself up. "No, don't move." Gently she pushed him back down to the pillows and he complied but only because of the weakness she sensed in his limbs. He was suffering backlash from a release of magical energy he hadn't been able to control.
"Mom," he tried again, his mouth and throat dry and cottony.
She shushed him gently and poured a glass of water from the pitcher she'd left on the bedside table. Supporting him, she lifted it to his lips so he could drink.
Impatience flared in his violet gaze but he let her fuss until he'd swallowed over half of the contents of the glass. "Mom," he said again, his voice stronger and not about to be interrupted. "I followed him. He didn't know."
She stiffened and shook her head, then attempted to soothe him with whispered words, tucking him back into the bed. "It doesn't matter now, baby."
"Yes, it does. He came into my room and thought I was still deep in reverie. I wasn't but he said something about not letting the past rule me..." He frowned, trying to remember. "Or something like that."
"It doesn't matter."
The boy's lips pulled into a sour frown. "Are you listening to me?"
"I said it doesn't matter."
He recognized that tone and knew it was futile. Explaining things to her when she acted like this was pointless and a waste of breath. Zykariel Inthara had never been prone to wasting much of anything. He let her push him back down to the pillows but crossed his arms in a weak show of defiance. "Fine. It doesn't matter. Now."
The last word had her pausing in her path out of his room and mother and son's gaze met and clashed like clinking gems. His was mutinous, hers was annoyed. She pulled the door closed behind her, listening for the sounds of her son getting more comfortable on the bed when his weariness overtook him. His last word held an uneasy foreshadowing on her own feelings and the events to come. He was right. Right now it didn't matter, but in the not too distant future, it would. Greatly.
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 1:30 pm
His compulsion to clean got to him and drove him to motion once more after sitting there like a statue. Ashes were gathered up into a bag and it was tied tightly and left hanging on the wall...later he'd deal with that all. Broog was told to leave whatver it is Zahara had been talking about, in said training room as well and not to touch anything else. All that done he duly made his way to the den and sat down on the evil couch in there, reclining on the arm of it somewhat awkwardly to accomodate for the niggling pain in his back. The last place he wanted to be was in their room right now...and he doubted that he'd even be allowed back for reverie and the like later. Which meant he better start making friends with his lumpy rival. And that was going to be a lot sooner than he thought as he pushed down and stretched out...she had healed him just enough for things to be right and on the mend, but not to take out pain and such, which meant face down on the cushions for him to try and aleviate pain he damn well deserved. He'd prefer to just get in one position and never move again...or at least till he was hungry enough to force himself up. Not having acknowledged pain in a long while perhaps made it hurt all the more too. Yes he was dealing himself a number of troubles today.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 1:59 pm
She'd tried to keep herself busy with mundane household chores but Sevilin kept the place so spotless that there wasn't much to clean up. After baking her third batch of cookies, she'd run out of sugar and just didn't have the energy to traipse down to the market to replace it. The icebox was full to bursting with leftovers and as much as she'd love to clear them out and start fresh, even cooking meals didn't appeal to her. Those would be easy to heat up and serve to Zykariel. Sevilin wouldn't eat and for once she wouldn't force him.
She'd poked her head into his training room and been rather pleased to see he'd done as she'd requested, removing all traces of the bodies that had been liable to stink up her house. It had crossed her mind that destroying the lifeless bodies was probably the cherry on the sundae for her husband and, in a fit of astonishing anger, she'd nearly taken the right away from him. That was beyond cruel and she'd stayed her hand before obliterating them both. Two sisters gone...few Intharas remained. It was hard to believe that her day had disintegrated so fast. This morning she'd still been tingling with the force of his love and she'd gone about her morning in a happy mood despite his departure. Finding her son missing and a note on his nightstand had changed all of that.
Now...she didn't know what to do. She could feel him, knew precisely how he was coping and felt resentment surge. He hadn't even tried to apologize! Knuckles resting against her forehead, she stared at the glass of wine she didn't even want and had the urge to stroll into the library where she knew he was and increase his pain tenfold. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself doing just that. Punching and kicking until his inhaled breaths were the only sounds that he could emit. Each blow brought a fresh tear, sliding down her cheek and dripping into her lap but she didn't even realize she was crying. It didn't matter anyway, her resentment dried them like a poison in a fresh wound. She'd never forgive him. Never.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 2:41 pm
Despite his physical discomfort, the mental he was gaining from his wife, or probably exwife with the wonderful progress he was making, was tearing at him more. But he deserved every mental stab and slash that was her right to feel. His faith that he had control in things had faultered and it had cost him...he wasn't exactly sure how high the price was, but he knew it was going to be steep and he could only hope to be able to pay to get back into good favor.
He had tried to do something right...and like so many things he tried to do right by, he went about it wrong. Or she would say so. He didn't regret it at all...and he knew she didn't understand but he still would of done it again if he had the chance. Sevilin was quite curled into a ball at the moment, pain racing his spine and throbbing in his head. But he didn't cry out for her to ease any of it. Frankly, he was enjoying feeling it without restraint that he usually had on how his body felt things. Besides, she probably wouldn't help anyway...her bonds made it quite clear that she wanted to beat the tar out of him...and knowing she'd been Llothian once, he figured that she'd dish out quite the plate of pain when she wasn't being defended against.
Forcing himself up from the evil that was the couch, he forced himself to walk to the kitchen, past her form as she was sitting at table with wine already on the table, crying but not in any sort of manner that would bode well for him. Rummaging in the pantry some he searched for something to eat that wouldn't make him lose what he put in his stomach. However the acid that was her vein of thought that transmitted loud and clear ove their now quaking bond made him abandon his search and turn to her, watching teh back of her where she sat. "If you think it would bring you any peace...feel free to do it."
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 2:50 pm
He startled her, causing her to jump and very nearly spin around but caught herself just in time. She hadn't heard him, hadn't even sensed him so involved in mentally beating him. Her anger was palpable but even the mental beating hadn't given her any relief. She was hurt and disillusioned, confused and bewildered. He shoulders stiffened and she cursed the bond that had made her intentions clear. Spinning, she pinned him with hot eyes. "You'd love that, wouldn't you? Well, I'm not about to give you the satisfaction." Standing and swiping her glass with so much force it careened off the table and shattered on the floor sending wine spreading like a pool of blood. The symbolism made her face harden even more. "Clean that up. I'll deal with you later. Right now, I have to tend to my son."
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 3:16 pm
She honestly knew how to cut deep and hard. He didn't blame her for that and his eyes moved to look at the glass and wine that dripped down the wall to pool on the floor. He'd been so afraid of loosing her...and in trying to make things better for them, and in essence keep her by stopping himself from a slope he'd never conquor otherwise...he may have just let her slip through his fingers. It wasn't himself that his heart ached for at his thought, but his son. However...it seemed Zahara wouldn't be the one leaving if she had her way.
((*time button*))
One never knew how far they had come until they had been slammed back into what felt like a shallow mimickry of what life had once been like. It was a rough week indeed for him. He lived in all but total isolation, seeing as she wasn't speaking to him and he wasn't stupid enough to go near Zykariel unless permitted at the moment. She had kept the boy in bed as well just to make sure he was fine. His own injuries healed as they wanted to, slowly and with as much pain as they could dish out. His back still managed a bolt of numbness from time to time in his legs. Time healed all wounds though and it was just a matter of time.
At the moment though, he was being quiet as he was able to be as he made his way upstairs. He wasn't sure where she was, as he had learned to leave bonds out of this matter for the time being, but he knew she wasn't with Zykariel. The boy had been restlessly moving about for the last hour as it was. Turning the handle to the boy's door, he eased it open and poked his head in cautiously just in case. "Kariel?" Voice barely above a whisper, just in case.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 3:35 pm
He was agitated, annoyed with his mother and her constant fussing as well as being chained to the bed. He'd healed up three days ago and felt fine now but she still refused to let him up. She spent all the time and energy that should have gone to his father on him and he was about sick of it. Shoving the dagger he'd been playing with under his pillow in fear of his mother, he glanced up guiltily, then relaxed. His eyes lit up at seeing his father's face and he bounded up from the bed to tug him inside, peeking out into the hallway just to make sure and then shutting the door. It wouldn't do for his mother to learn he was up and moving about.
"Dad." He couldn't resist the urge to hug him, though he was gentle since he wasn't entirely sure how much of his injuries his mother had healed. "I'm so glad to see you, Mom's been driving me crazy."
Said woman was still emanating anger except when it came to dealing with her sons. Zykariel and Kelligrin were her whole world now and she doted on both of them, ignoring their father completely in the meantime. She'd retrieved Kelligrin the day after she'd dropped him off. It had taken some time and patience soothing him and the boy seemed to constantly want to see his father. She didn't know how wise that was but couldn't resist his pouting face or irritation when she told him no.
Now they were both outside brushing down Faete and Destyny and the others and getting ready to exercise them. Kelligrin was excited because he was going to get to ride. Zahara was...apathetic at best, tormented at worst. She had attempted to isolate her love for her husband and pluck it out of her the same way she would a thorn or splinter from her children's feet. Unfortunately, it hadn't been nearly that simple. When she thought of what could have happened to them both, she nearly dissolved into heartbreaking sobs. That single question kept plaguing her. She knew he'd always wanted revenge against his sister but why had he seen fit to seek it out. Why invite trouble? Why put himself and their son in danger?
"Mommy!" The almost two year old tugged on her skirt once again, impatient with his mother's distracted demeanor. "I ride. Now."
"Hm? Oh, yes." The child lifted his arms expectantly and she picked him up then settled him on Faete's back. "Hold the pommel, little one. Don't let go." Taking the reins, she began to walk the horse around the corral.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 4:01 pm
He held his son to him tightly, just glad that the boy was okay. He knew he was afterall with Zahara at him all week. Zykariel had probably healed in only a few days and Sevilin himself was still rightfully suffering with his own earned injuries. Frankly he entertained the thought that she only healed him as much as she had so that he wasn't cripple at the moment. "Yeah, me too." Only in a far different manner than his son meant though. Pushing his son off some, he looked the boy over before giving a light smile that was tinted with worry. "I suppose you've already been delivered a lecture, I'll spare you. I just wanted to see that you were okay for myself."
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 4:52 pm
He glanced over his father, noting angrily that there were still scratches and he would have to be blind to miss the way his father carried himself as though he were still suffering. His mother could be so damn vindictive. He stood since he'd been in bed all week and couldn't bear to sit or lay down anymore and shook his head. "No, Mom won't talk about it. Any of it. She doesn't want to hear that I snuck out or that you weren't expecting me to show up or how upset you were when you saw me. So you can lecture me, Dad. Go ahead." Saying so quietly since he knew it was coming, and frankly, he was relieved.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 5:37 pm
He sighed in that 'well that's your mother for you' way. If she talked about it she knew it was real and she didn't want to see any of it as that. Though frankly he was wondering what she would do when she ran to the end of that rope. He could conjure up two possibilities...she'd pretend it all never happened and resent him for who knew how long...or tell him to get out and never come back. The latter seemed more likely. "I'll spare you a long one then. Firstly...it's always stupid to rush into any battle, especially if you don't know what's going on with those involved or the location itself. Secondly, you've got to start limiting your sneaking out...makes people worry. Finally...never let your guard down even if they seem harmless for a second. You learned that the hard way. And despite how positively furious and rediculously fearful it made me to see you come barreling in....I'm glad you were there." Smiling lightly at his son. Zykariel knew he wasn't encouraging the behavior or forgiving the rash ways, but he was thankful that his son had the mind about him to know when to reign himself in and when to not let people to their own devices. A point of his finger at his son. "Don't ever do it again, you promised me I wouldn't have to worry about heart attacks." At least from fear...he didn't know about heart attacks born from heartbreak and he was afraid he was finding out as each second passed.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 6:32 pm
He took it all unabashedly, listening as his father ran through the things that Zykariel knew had worried him the most. "I thought you were leaving for good. You sure made it sound that way." Shaking his head and nodding at the rest. He had made some pretty silly mistakes in the battle but he hadn't expected the women to say the things they had or do the things they had. Truth told, his mother had never been merciless in her fighting style. Some of the blows that landed had been lighter than they should have and others hadn't landed at all, which he was beginning to suspect she never really missed unless she wanted to...or was fighting his father. Which reminded him... "Have you talked to Mom? Even tried?"
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 6:44 pm
"I wasn't sure if I was coming back...truthfully." Brushing his hand through his son's hair before leaning back some against the wall to take the pressure off his spine from standing straight as his rigid posture had always demanded he do. Sevilin wasn't a sloucher at all...though right now his body loved that thought. A sigh though at the mention of his wife. "She's made it plainly clear that she's not speaking with me. I don't blame her either. And I also know that she doesn't understand what I did, or that you don't. But...this wasn't about something petty. If there's anything you need to ask of me...now would be a good time. Especially since your mother will probably hurt me when she knows I'm up here and you're out of bed."
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