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 Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 12:34 pm
 ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Ophelia Estelle Quatrez Queen of Ethe
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling: Grieving | I'm with: Joachim | I have: $700EC
”Then, I admire you. I admire how strong you are.. because it’s something painful ti do. Being strong.”
Of course. How could she forget. He was much older, much wiser than she. He’s seen more of this world, how terrible this place could be. He seemed alright with it, so why couldn’t she? Why can’t she recover just as quick as many others would? Why is she still hung up upon the past? Ophelia mentally scolded herself. She had to be strong. She had to get herself together. If not for herself, then for her own people. She knew that was what Kaede would have wanted. What her husband and daughter would have wanted. Not a coward who’s take her own life as a means of escape. No matter how much she wanted to go, she couldn’t. Not when there’s a small lifeform in her abdomen. A child. Her child. She frowned, and turned her head away.
She could feel her heart throb when Kaede was mentioned, and she felt it ache painfully for him. For his absence. She wondered what he would be doing if he were still here. Nagging her over how she failed to take proper care of her own well-being, making the maids fix her something to eat despite her lack of appetite. And he would pamper her like a child when she would throw a childish tantrum. Just once. She wish she could hear his voice just one last time. ”I suppose it’s something we’ll never know. This world is a cruel place, robbing you of those you care for. You never know just when they’d disappear. Living.. scares me..” answered the queen as she walked away from the window and picked up Kaede’s cloak that was left upon her bed. It still carried his scent. The soft flowery fragrance. What if it were to fade one day. What if she could no longer remember what he looked like? She didn’t want that.
He’d apologize for speaking so frankly, and they were words that would likely anger another. Words that would strike their nerves. For all she knew, if she were Azazel, he would be thrown into prison before he could finish his sentence. But she was not Azazel. She was not cruel. Ophelia understood what he said, and she’d eventually return her gaze towards him. ”You aren’t wrong. They certainly help lessen the weight. Not once did they ever falter.. I could trust them.” answered Ophelia, to which she would ask yet another question. ”I do hope your family is doing alright.. The ashes may be clearing up, but it still isn’t clean enough to breathe through the lungs.”
Her beauty? Ophelia shook her head. What did her beauty matter? It didn’t matter to her at all. Everyone is bound to age. Some quicker than the other and if she were to age, then so be it. She had a lot on her plate, and beauty wasn’t one of her concerns. ”Thank you dor your concern, sir Alexei.. I’ll be strong, if not for myself then for my people. I just need some time. That’s all.”[/color[
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 6:38 pm
the work of the righteous is never done Joachim AlexeiEc:370 Location queens chamber Joachim could not help but let a sigh escape his lips. He remembered being younger and thinking himself strong." at one point it was strength. Now it is something else entirely." he tightened his fist. He felt he was failing his queen and in doing so failed his wife and son once more.
" what your going through doesn't seem too be just lose. it seemed mixed with something else.. tho that might be me putting you on a pedestal compared to the other rulers."
he did not move from where he was. he was surprised he was not sent away. he felt odd. trying to reach a woman who had not asked to be reached to.
"once more strength might not be what you need. I have found that since the death of my wife and son. I have very little things to bring joy in my heart. if not for my daughter.. if not for the child I am taking care of. I would be nothing but the work. and if your nothing but the work. if your nothing but the queen, you will be change by the power of what you are.you must allow yourself to have weakness. you might not feel whole. but that in and of itself means you have a chance to be filled."
he spoke to her as he spoke to himself in the days after the eruption of the people. he tried to sound understanding, while not pandering. The pride of good work always seems less
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2017 10:59 pm
 Baroness Youkimi Kai
Living today without a way
To understand the weight of the world
Icy blue feathers gracefully carried her closer and to the palace that was the pride and joy of her home. Now that the destruction had long cooled, she was able to see what exactly had changed in the landscape. Boulders had been moved, some new ones dropped in, others completely swept away. Somehow, the palace had escaped, gleaming as a part of the countryside and as beautiful as a story. At her wing was a phoenix whose feathers were a darker blue, yet who carried a brilliance in the plumage of the feathers of his head and tail, also traced along the edges of his own wings. He was larger than her, and one clearly capable of much faster flight, but regardless, he kept pace with his baroness for the duration of the journey.
When at last they approached the entrance of the castle, the baroness angled herself to land within respectable distance of the guards. She dismissed her feathers and walked the remaining distance to the main gate, joined by her guard, wearing a tabard with a blue flame in the shape of a bird stitched into its design. At his shoulders was an icy-blue surcoat, betraying his rank as a knight.
With introduction and her identity confirmed, the guards allowed her past the front gates and another set of guards within escorted her to where she would be meeting with the queen. It had been too long put off, and this meeting was very necessary. Youkimi's heart was high in her chest, hopeful, and fearful, and altogether unsure of what to say... though she had everything to say. There were things she needed to know. there were things her majesty needed to know.
She anxiously waited for permission to enter the chamber where she would meet with the queen.
OoC:
Once my heart beat to the
Rhythm of the falling snow
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 12:48 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Ophelia Estelle Quatrez Queen of Ethe
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling: Grieving | I'm with: Joachim | I have: $700EC
Ophelia sat in her garden where a tombstone laid with the name Kaede Lorent engraved into the stone cold surface. She was quiet, and her hands held her slowly growing stomach. Many assumed it was the child of Ethe's king, but in truth, she carried Azazel's child, yet none would suspect the least of it. She hated the fact Azazel had bed her simply for the sake of his own personal pleasure. She hated the way he laid his hands upon her. She hated the child within her womb, yet the feeling of harbouring a new life within her, Ophelia could not bring herself to kill it. Not the slightest bit. Perhaps it was simply a motherly act, to feel protective of this child despite it being from a man she cursed to the depths of hell.
The maids were worried for her well-being, the way the queen usually spoke to herself, as if someone was there with her. It sent chills down their spine, to suspect the presence of an unknown entity that's invisible to the eyes. The doctors come and go, and there were days Ophelia wondered if she would have enough mental strength to carry on ruling her nation. She wondered if she would collapse one day, to which would be the end of her. She was afraid, but there was something within her, a sense of warmth she felt that allowed her to carry on, to stand on her two feet. Ophelia stared into the empty space before her, to which she eventually locked her gaze onto a pair of amber ones. A man with pale skin, a navy blue cloak, baby blue locks of hair. His face was expressionless, but Ophelia knew he was a kind man. He never really left her, did he? She would reach forth, though the sound of someone addressing her would snap her out of her own thoughts. She'd return her gaze back towards the tombstone, and she would find her hands reaching for absolutely nothing at all. He was gone. He was never there to begin with. Her expression fell, and with tearful eyes, she'd stand up and return to her chambers.
Someone was coming? How could she forget. She was supposed to await the arrival of Lady Youkimi Kai. It had been far too long since the queen last saw the lady and the baron and she wondered how the both of them were doing. Ophelia shook her head, snapping herself out of her own depressing thoughts as she slipped into her thick, red robe made from high quality fur. She always liked the softness it brought, the way it would calm her nerves. With a knock upon the door, the guards signaled the arrival of the young lady. Ophelia dried her eyes with a small piece of fabric before she headed towards the door. The guards would open the door to her chambers, revealing a young lady with navy blue locks, and a pair of gleaming sapphire orbs. Ophelia offered a curtsy to both her, and her companion as her lips curved upwards into a small smile. "Lady Youkimi. You still look ever so beautiful." Ophelia stated, as she started walking towards the dining hall, where their discussion would be held, along with some hot tea the maids had prepared for her guest, and her fellow knight.
She sat on the end of the dining table, bringing the cup to her lips as she took a small sip. "It's been far too long since I last saw you.. Are you doing well? You and your family..?" she asked, gesturing for the maids to tend to them both.
Ophelia kept her gaze downcast, while dark crescents cover the bottom of her lids. There was a noticeable loss of weight, though she had been regaining it ever so slightly in the course of the past few months. "There is a festival in Zalto, so I've heard. Do you not wish to attend?" she asked. The queen, herself, would have attended, if not for the child she carried. She did not want to risk anything, not after losing so many people in these few months.
"Is there.. something you wish to speak of?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 9:52 am
Baroness Youkimi Kai
Living today without a way
To understand the weight of the world
With permission granted, Youkimi entered. To be within the palace, for this moment, strangely caught her heart and carried her back through time when she accompanied her father to court. It seemed so very long ago, with everything that had happened. She still wondered why the volcano had erupted... so much was upheaved that day.
In the moment, it was just the queen and nearby servants. The tone of the room was so strikingly different here when she compared it to the experience she lived back at the other castle. Here, she almost felt at home. Welcome. Invited.
How long had it been since she had been greeted with such kind hospitality! It startled Youkimi and she had to swallow the tears of gratitude that began to tickle her nose. In the queen's presence, she knelt in a respectful bow, joined by her guard who did the same.
"Your compliment does me great honor, your majesty." The baroness slowly rose and accepted the invitation for tea. Humbled by the opportunity to enjoy the prepared beverage in the presence of the queen, she took a seat and accepted a cup of tea with a soft word of gratitude.
The conversation began civilly and politely. "I'm afraid I lost Father... but I am well, thank you, your majesty."
She wasn't sure how to touch this sensitive topic. She remembered seeing her father take wing, she watched him be violently struck mid-flight, but by fortune, he had been caught by his aide. When they landed, when they secured shelter, they tried to heal the baron... he did not wake. Everyone lost someone that day.
Fortunately, the respectful silence passed. The festival in Zalto. Ah, yes. Youkimi seemed bashful as she lowered her eyes. It was hard to think about time for herself when there was so much work yet to do. "I had not planned for it in the wake of business, I'm sorry to report."
She lifted the tea to her lips and tasted the brew. The warmth was welcome and the taste almost divine, with the call to memory, heavenly.
But, yes... the teacup was carefully lowered to the saucer. "I would be of help to our nation's recovery. What concerns you most about the current state of Ethe?"
OoC:
Once my heart beat to the
Rhythm of the falling snow
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 8:25 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Ophelia Estelle Quatrez Queen of Ethe
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling: Grieving | I'm with: Joachim | I have: $700EC
Ophelia was quick to notice the small amount of tears brimming within the younger woman's eyes, and she'd feel as if she understood. The feeling of returning home, to family, to Ethe, to their own homeland. The queen treated them all the same. She'd take everyone in as her own family. All of Ethe is her children, and to see it fall, to lose so many people in the blink of an eye, it broke her heart to an unimaginable extent and even after all these while, it still pained her so. She often wondered, would things be different if she were just a little stronger? If she were a little more aware of what's happening around her? Did she fail her duty as queen to protect her citizens? Did she fail as a mother.. to protect her family?
The lady's words would forcefully tug Ophelia back into reality, where she found herself staring off into the distance, staring at an empty space where he would always stand. That empty space by the window, where he would often gaze out upon, the window that overlooked Camp Enya. Ophelia's gaze returned to her guests, which appears to be kneeling before her at the moment. In that split second, Ophelia panicked, quickly holding them by their hands as she motioned for them to stand. "Oh, no-.. no, please.. rise. There's no need to be so formal with me.." countered the woman as quickly as she could. She never really paid much mind to formalities, unless if she were in the presence of another royalty. To her, everyone was the same, everyone is an equal. Though amidst all that, Ophelia felt a little unworthy of such respect, not after the downfall of her own kingdom. She took the blame, and she would continue carrying the burden for as long as she could. "Please, do address me by Ophelia. I sincerely hope you both would make yourself at home during your visit here." she stated, a gentle smile curving her lips.
"I'm afraid I lost Father... but I am well, thank you, your majesty." Ophelia's eyebrows furrowed. Another casualty.
"I'm very sorry for your loss, Lady Youkimi.. Your father was a very kind man." Ophelia lowered her head, her expression appearing just a tad apologetic. It was no one's fault, yet the queen couldn't help but take it as her own. "Are you taking care of yourself? It would pain me to see you fall ill." and the atmosphere fell silent once more. Ophelia found herself staring out towards the window, to which she would space out for a short moment. It may seem just a little rude, but it was something she could not help. "Isn't it funny, how we strive to be free-willed, yet still prisoners of life, itself?" she murmured, unaware that her thoughts had been spoken aloud.
Ophelia's eyes wandered back towards the young woman, her gaze seemingly a little more empty than before. Youkimi appeared a little bashful, and such a sight would lighten the weight Ophelia felt upon her shoulders. "Ah.. that's quite a shame. The festival sounded quite wonderful, according to the people.." she would have attended the festival, but she had new lives to think about, and.. her own well-being. She just.. wasn't in the mood for anything at all. Everything seemed just a little pointless to her at this point.
But as casual as the conversation went, it eventually came to what Youkimi was here for: to provide help in restoring Ethe. It was the same with Hysteria back then, and Ophelia was thankful it was nothing like how it had been with Azazel. "You have my utmost gratitude for your generous act.. how can I thank you enough." the queen lowered her head in an attempt to show her respect. "My biggest concern would be the children that have took refugee in Bellris. I'm.. worried they might be shunned by the residents. As you know, both kingdoms have been at war for centuries." the queen heaved a small, quiet sigh.
"The quality of the imported food has been rising thanks to Lady Hysteria's efforts. The mines have been reopened, and trading of gems would slowly return to normal, though it'd take quite a while.. I just wish everything would be alright again, that the children could return to their families.. I can't imagine how hard it'd be to be separated in such a way.."
Out.Of.Crocodiles: I wasn't sure if it's Bellris or Phobos- forgive me if I've made a mistake! ;A ;
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 11:59 am
Baroness Youkimi Kai
Living today without a way
To understand the weight of the world
She found herself humbled, and in a way almost confused to be so warmly greeted and accepted as family by the queen, who she had been trained since infancy to respect and to use all formality in conversation with. To use the first name of the queen? Youkimi had to remember that this was in the nature of her majesty. As their conversation progressed, she still sensed the hurt that was a mutual side-effect of the volcano. Nature had roared and with it had toppled and ruined many... but it was not impossible damage to repair.
Yes, the mines were open, and yes, there was the short-term food supply from Bellris which was undoubtedly necessary in the situation. However, Youkimi was aware also of the plans for development that the high councilwoman had lauded about and gloated over. There was more to be done, yet, before Ethe was fully independent. Fortunately, that was the work that Count Dixon Titanus made his own. It began with cultivating the land and reclaiming it from the volcano's impact.
When the queen inquired after her health, she marveled, wondering for a moment if it was on her face or if she was the kind of person who should be asked if she was taking care of herself. Dixon had said something similar in their last conversation. Was he enjoying the festival? Thus distracted with her own thoughts, she couldn't look up at the queen, and instead her eyes were on the teacup that she raised to her lips again.
"I do my best," Youkimi said as she swirled the tea within the delicate cup. She knew too well that it wouldn't do to be ill, as to be indisposed meant that work could not be done. To make oneself ill was inefficient... but add to this the emotional concern that others had for her made her consider redoubling her efforts to ensure her health. Though.... it wasn't long after that when she heard the statement of the queen, soft, almost an afterthought.
The baroness looked up and saw the distance in Ophelia's expression. She seemed crestfallen, as though in that moment, she was holding onto the weight of the world. Had the queen been able to take care of herself in turn? Was she really alright? Newly concerned and protective of the queen, the baroness lowered her cup to the saucer again. There was something to what the queen had said... because of their titles, they had responsibility to their people, to those who turned to them. They were servants of the people. Some in title forget that which they owed their people..... but true Ethians remembered.
She hadn't had the chance to hear about the festival, but if the count had attended, she could receive the report from him. It seemed that some had already gone to enjoy the day, the festivities. If so, then good. It would raise morale to be able to take part in the celebration. Especially in the season of love.
She wasn't sure what to do when the queen bowed her head to her. She managed to hold her ground and bite her tongue to contain her words (and briefly remembered the queen's reaction to the baroness initially bowing to her). Though, this concern and feeling passed as Youkimi focused on the words. The refugees were her concern. The baroness nodded, reflecting thoughtfully on the situation. Those that followed her, she managed to settle fairly peacefully, though she had to admit there were others who were very much at odds with some of the people who they came to live with.... Yes, that could be mended.
But, there was good news that the countess could bring on that front. "Suppose we are able to begin our first crop in Ethe. I imagine that if we can prove our land is still sustainable, that many will return. Count Titanus made this his life's work, and we plan on hiring some to help us in this effort. Would this be acceptable, Queen Ophelia?"
Once my heart beat to the
Rhythm of the falling snow
OoC: Good guess! Youkimi is working from Bellris, and so she would be fairly close to the refugees there.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 8:20 pm
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Ophelia Estelle Quatrez Queen of Ethe
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling: Grieving | I'm with: Youkimi | I have: $700EC
"I do my best,"
"Is that so?" the queen paused, "Then that's the best news I've heard all day." she smiled, bringing the cup to her lips once more, as she took a small sip of her tea.
As hard as people work, the queen would hope they ensure their own well-being, first. How can you help others, when you can't even help yourself? Take Ophelia, for example. She's already falling apart, when the war has yet begun. When has she become such a woman? A woman who seemed as if she had lost the whole world. She was the strong woman people aspire her to be, and she will be, just not today, not any day soon, she supposed. That wasn't right, though. She couldn't do that, but at the same time, she couldn't help it. She couldn't help feeling like a damsel in distress in need of saving.
They always claim how the royalties hold a greater status. No, they were wrong. The kings and queens serve the kingdom, the people.. Many would claim that the people serve their kings and queens, when in return, it was them who was serving the country, the people itself. The royalties, in some twisted way of explaining, were the servants of men.
Her heterochromia gaze eventually shifted towards the young lady, her mismatched pair of eyes locking onto a set of raven ones yet at the same time, it seemed as if the queen was looking past her, looking at something else altogether, something nonexistent.
"The Emperor has sent many people our way to help rebuild Ethe, rebuild their fallen homes. Crops have been planted, and the people are receiving a fresher supply of food." she stated, remembering how trading would soon begin when the people found enough gems to supply for the market. "Of course it would be acceptable, though we're still searching for land to plant crops. Many don't seem to grow in the southern areas where the ashes lay. But I'll see to it early morning tomorrow, maybe there's something I could do." she answered, a soft smile tugging her lips at the request of helping Ethe.
"How are the children..? Are they well? Are they receiving proper care, for?" she asked. She had paid them a visit once, but that was already a month ago, already long passed in time. "Some of the children still do not know the passing of their family.. many have been orphaned, and I plan to take them in. At least until a proper foster home has been set up."
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2017 1:38 am
Baroness Youkimi Kai
Living today without a way
To understand the weight of the world
Then there was help outside of Bellris that was being lent. Almost excited to hear this, and to also hear that there was a specific area that could use attention and reclamation from the ash gave her a place to focus efforts and people. It also encouraged her because it was not a weight that any one kingdom decided to take up in efforts to claim the land for themselves, though this seemed a potential risk regardless... the military of Ethe was unfortunately lacking in the current circumstances... She tried not to worry about that.
Her attention, now on the queen, sensed that she was not being seen herself. She listened as Queen Ophelia spoke. Children..? Youkimi puzzled and mused over the words. Had she meant this in the sense of her countrymen being children of the crown? She listened further and some of her questions lessened. Orphaned children. Yes, that could be a matter of attention.... setting up foster care for the children would allow them to be given better care than an orphanage would be... But that was the trick, wasn't it... finding the stable homes.
The queen's concern was literally for the children. Perhaps this was something to discuss with Dixon as well. Youkimi nodded solemnly and her eyes drifted to the teacup as she lifted it again. As she drank the last of it, she moved the saucer to have the cup filled once again. The maid on hand diligently obliged and received a word of thanks from the baroness.
"As you wish." Youkimi carefully moved a sugar cube into the teacup and her attention returned to the queen as she stirred the tea. "If I might be so bold... how do you fare, Queen Ophelia?"
Once my heart beat to the
Rhythm of the falling snow
OoC: Good guess! Youkimi is working from Bellris, and so she would be fairly close to the refugees there.
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2017 8:57 pm
✺Forgotten Son EC: 0 For a moment Dixon wasn't sure where he was going; a while in the air, watching himself pass the world by on the way to his next goal, the count was struck with the realisation that he was heading to the royal home--temporary, I'm sure. Sweet clouds lifted his thoughts higher and higher, each bearing less weight on his worried mind.
At a certain point he was above the vapour ceiling, watching the world pass by unrecognisable cities and hills and valley-towns with their hypothetically just-turning-on lamps and the unmistakeable scent of freshly split rails--he would have to pass through his county first--.... And then it was on to downtown an through the stinking range of auburns; he could see the glinting of gold from the eyes of contractors selling deeds left and right for a spot int the renewed[/] downtown to those with assets sunk in lava. Then came the--ahem!--business district...
Darkest before dawn, right? No matter how many times Dixon might have flown this route, he was always surprised at how the crown could stand to have the dirt for the country living right under their fingernails. Shameful! It shan't be tolerated in the New Ethe.
... Unfortunately, he would also never be able to properly spot the landing, it seemed, no matter how many times he'd flown over to this area. From out of nowhere--about twenty degrees south of the old tower to be exact--came a rushing in hot red-violet that threatened to shake the whole place apart; those in the court, especially the guards, were warmed to the count’s meteoric arrival by a tooth-chattering rippling in the air and…
BOOM! … And then a nice, low rumble for about a half-mile around. Yes, this was a good day: type of day where one wakes up saying ‘THIS IS IT! THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE. IT’S… the day; type of day when--do you know how many the days there are? Count them; by definition there can only be one; all the rest are simply a day, and those can scarce be distinguished save for when one happens to be somehow more boring than the others--type of day when, by God, you feel invincible, like you’ve truly arrived and managed to do so in the grandest fashion, when all smiles come to you freely, warmly, as sun to the petal; type of day when the only thing putting you to sleep is some kind of modesty the plebeians like to call contentment. That was him, that was his gift to this moment. And in the center of the small crater dug out perhaps so posterity could point to it and say ‘there’s what an entrance looks like all right!’ there was a soft, pale-violet grow like April dawn. In the middle was the people’s noble, the one they called wild, no matter what suffix they used, the indestructible, unflappable, unconscious?? Dixon Titanus...
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 9:45 pm
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Ophelia Estelle Quatrez Queen of Ethe
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling: Indifferent | I'm with: Dixon | I have: $700EC
Every passing day, the queen sat quietly in her garden and stared at the tombstone with the name ‘Kaede Lorent’ engraved upon its surface. It seemed so unreal, and she prayed hard that this was all just a nightmare she failed to wake up from. His death, the eruption. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, her silver locks falling loosely past her shoulders. Her expression was pale, pained as she reached forth to touch the stone cold surface with the tip of her fingers. He was gone, isn’t he? The medic was with her, it seems, silently standing behind her, watching her each and every movement, worried that she might carry out something rash in her current condition.
Would she? Probably not.
Ophelia cast her gaze towards her bulging belly, gently soothing it as she caressed it in a circular motion. How many months has it been? Six? Six weeks pregnant. Two heartbeats, they said. A set of twins, she had. Ophelia wanted nothing to do with this child, nothing to do with Azazel. The queen shuddered at the thought of what the emperor had done to her, how disgusting it felt to feel his fingertips against her skin. She instinctively held her body and shook her head in denial, terrified at the memory. ”No-.. No, it’s not real.. It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real..” she chanted in a quiet murmur, her heterochromia irises darting around the area. No, it wasn’t real. Nothing of the sorts happened. She wasn’t violated. She was fine. This was her husband’s child. Yes.. her husband’s. King William’s..
She shook her head, her expression eventually flushed pale as she tugged against her silver locks. ”It’s not real-..!!” her cries bounced off the walls of the castle, painfully echoing into the ears of the medic that desperately tried to calm her down with doses of medication. Has she finally gone mad? She once had Kaede to lean on when things get too heavy, but who does she have now? No one. She is their queen, the last remaining royalty of Ethe. She couldn’t fall apart. Not in front of her people. She took a couple of deep breaths, following the medic’s instruction. Counting to ten, as slow as possible. It was fine.. Everything is fine.. Nothing is going to-
”Boom!” a loud crash sounded just in front of her abode, and the queen jumped in fright, letting out a painful hiss as her stomach twisted and turned. No sudden movements, no sudden noises. Her eyes parted open, falling upon her newly appointed Captain of the guards who seemed to be just as startled as she was. She could hear the commotion out front, and from the sounds of it, it didn’t sound like anything too dangerous. With the order of the queen to bring her out front, the maids brought her cloak and she was guided to the front door, where she would make her way through her guards and find a young man collapsed upon the ground. Leaving quite an impact, it seems. They were fairly wary when the queen stepped forth, but with her many reassurance, they had finally let their guard down ever so slightly. Crouching before him with a hand supporting her belly, she’d brush the raven locks away with her free hand which would eventually reveal a fairly familiar young face. ”Count.. Dixon?” she furrowed her brows. Just what in the world had brought him here?
She’d motion for her medic to have him examined and taken into one of her guest chambers to rest. Her thoughts still confused from how he chose to make his grand entrance. Then again, he had always been a fiery young boy. The queen sat on a chair beside the bed he rested on while her guard kept her company. She remembered the first time she saw Dixon. She had only been six years old at that point of time, and he had only beena new born. He’s certainly grown into a fine young man, hasn’t he?
Perhaps Cheza would have been a fine young lady if she were still alive.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 3:28 pm
✺Forgotten Son EC: 0 There, like the volcano itself, the man with fiery eyes lay dormant in the hospital bed. For the longest time he appeared to be dead--but very peaceful, like the way one might romanticize some winter scene. This too was passing now as a small crackling rippled through the count's countenance.
"THE BLOODY TEA, YOU GANGRENOUS WANK!" And yet, like the actual event, there was no real warning for the real explosion; or at least there was no sure preparation. Eyes aglow, white coating his aura, Dixon looked possessed; he wasn't even looking at Ophelia when he was sprung to rant. Immediately thereafter he fell back down, and all was quiet again.
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Dreams again. Dreams of absolute power and the serenity it brought. Dixon was floating on the warm drafts of praise and prosperity; he could fly through town and see all those below were children of Agni; everyone in the land was free from the darkness in the blood that condemned them all. In a few moments he was smiling softly, and began to stir.
"... Oy," said the count coming to slowly, stretching beneath the sheets and blinking at the sight of Ophelia. For a moment he wasn't sure if he was looking at the Goddess still or not. "Who's luck is this then? Not mine. My queen has come to me..." He let his head fall to the other side of his bed, perhaps too overwhelmed with her beauty to face it head on--like staring into the sun? He quickly noticed he was in a hospital room and turned back.
"Did something happen?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 8:21 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Ophelia Estelle Quatrez Queen of Ethe
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling: Intrigued | I'm with: Dixon | I have: $700EC
Every passing day, the queen sat quietly in her garden and There was no problem with Dixon other than receiving a light concussion to his head, which Ophelia was rather relieved for, considering how strong of an impact he had made. She sat beside his bed, her fingers latching onto the handle of her cup of tea, simply waiting for the young man to return to his senses though it seems, the queen was not aware that she had brought in a series of outbursts.
”THE BLOODY TEA, YOU GANGRENOUS WANK!" he sprung up, and Ophelia dropped the cup of tea she had been holding. What was wrong? What was happening? She clutched onto her belly, her expression twisting in pain as she felt the occasional contraction kicking in. ”The child-..” the medic exclaimed, and the queen would simply shake her head at his suggestion to rest in her chambers. It wasn’t the first time she was pregnant. She can handle this. But what made her so surprised, was the white aura that surrounded Dixon. He looked so strange, so eerie, and it sent a chill down her spine. The guards were aware of the commotion, already standing by the queen but she would send them back to their duties, knowing full-well this young man she had always known, would never do a thing to harm her safety. The shards were collected, and the floor was swept, and the queen would be left alone with Dixon. He looked so peaceful, almost as if there weren’t any signs of life. However, when a smile curved his lips, all that seemed to change.
The room fell silent once more, and she merely sat and watch, until once more, he started moving though this time, much gentler, much softer than his previous outburst. Oy, was what he decided to say first. Ophelia shook her head, a small chuckle escaping her lips. Instead of the young man laying on the bed, she saw a little boy instead. The fiery young boy who’s booming voice would bounce off the walls whenever he was around. He had always been so full of life, so fiery, and Ophelia somehow admired him. His freedom. His eyes fluttered open, and she would lock her heterochromia irises onto his dark brown ones. She was relieved to know that he’s alright. One of the best news she had received in quite a while. ”What a pleasant surprise to find you here, sir Dixon.” she addressed, chuckling ever so slightly at his words. She has come to him? More so he came to her.
When he finally realized where he was, it was only then the queen stood from her seat and walked over towards the tabls to fetch them both a cup of tea. With a new teaset, of course. Even the floor still had signs of spilled water. She walked towards the edge of his bed, reaching the cup towards him. ”You’re resting in one of the guest chambers in my abode.” she answered, quite confused herself. ”According to my men, it seems you’ve crashed upon landing. That’s the first I’ve seen of it. That was a rather.. spectacular entrance. You’ve certainly gave us quite a fright.” she answered, a smile curving her lips. Her complexion was terribly pale, and as welcoming as she may seem, Ophelia would seem just a tad detached.
”Now what brings you to me, Dixon?”
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 12:13 pm
✺Forgotten Son EC: 0
Keep it together, old boy... Don't let her ruin your cool...!
Squirming mentally, adjusting physically, Dixon brought himself to sitting so he could face the alabaster countenance of his queen on an even plane. He thanked the stars and, perhaps, most noticeably, his newfound Goddess for the opportunity to see in those serenely cool eyes once more; and it was without saying that as the queen's eyes held his the count would begin to feel...
"I'm sorry to put you through so much worry, your grace," began Dixon addressing her as one might an empress or, if he dared, a goddess; "the fog must've blurred my landing." Underneath, as correctly assumed by Ophelia, was that same little boy who would bump into something, most likely break it, with such a clamour that everyone around came to check on him rather than the statues, vases--so many vases!--busts, platters full of snacks... Ah, the horse has died, has it? Well then...
"The entrance is well-deserved, I'm afraid," he continued returning to that learned way of speaking he'd adopted from the Kai tutelage. "I came here to bring you good news... From the Goddess Agni herself." Whether or not she would be ready, Dixon pressed on and told her everything that had happened.
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Afterward, with the sun now setting behind him, Dixon seemed to be quite content with what he'd stumbled on. No, content was not nearly strong enough; pride captures the essence of the feeling, but even then...
The queen hadn't never seemed as beautiful as she was today. Maybe that was because she wasn't too much older than the count. She remembered some child who had been a raucous mess of cuteness, impetuous as he was dastardly, but who might that have been? As he remembered it, the count hadn't set foot in the castle but once, and then was only able to meet with some duke or some bollox--did it really matter? a non-royal was a non-royal--the other times he had a correspondence with, as could be assumed, someone from her desk. Not the most familiar upbringing, but Dixon was aware of her flawless appearance; still, one had to wonder--and the count felt it too--if the two had as much history as the Nation did with volcanoes; no one in the room would dare deny the phantom pull of memories stitched on.
"This is our time, your Grace. We're really on the way up again!" He chuckled to himself softly, genuinely, as though he had already won the war, so to speak.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 4:22 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Ophelia Estelle Quatrez Queen of Ethe
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling: Intrigued | I'm with: Dixon | I have: $700EC
”..Ophelia.” she murmured, shifting her gaze back towards his dark ones. ”Just Ophelia would be fine. There’s no need for such formalities when it’s just both you and I.” nor was it needed any other time, to be precise. Everyone was on an equal level, everyone was the same where the only thing that seperated them all were their own biased opinions on wealth and status. What would man become if they were stripped of their wealth, their titles? Absolutely nothing. It would probably drive them insane. ”I’m glad to know you’re doing fine after all these while. It’s been the best news I’ve received throughout this past month.. How are your family doing? Have they been well?” and upon asking such a question, Ophelia prayed that they would be fine. Ethe has lost many of its people already. Knowing there were more casualties would only add to the weight upon their shoulders.
"The entrance is well-deserved, I'm afraid,"
”Is it now? Just what is it that you expect me to do with the dent in the ground you left out front of the entrance?” countered the queen, sounding just a tad stern, though the facade he held up was merely short-lived. This boy.
Ophelia laughed ever so slightly, in a way she haven’t for quite a while now. It had been so long, that she had forgotten just what it felt like to have a little laugh. ”But it seems you have a thick skull. You’ve suffered nothing but a mild concussion to your head-” amazed by such an aspect of his, her eyes widened ever so slightly. Ophelia knew who he was, yet she never dared approach him when she was a child, not ever since people tried to hold her hostage for a ransom. This is perhaps, the longest conversation she has held with him. She raised an eyebrow upon the mention of the Goddess Agni, and Ophelia found herself in for quite a long story telling session. It was usually her who spoke, and to have the roles reversed, she felt a little strange.. but it wasn’t a bad feeling at all.
The day went by sooner that expected, the soft rays of setting sun shining through the window, illuminating his chiseled features. That was when the queen truly noticed how much he has grown, how much of a man he had become. ”Time flew by so fast.. hasn’t it?” she thought aloud, to which her hand was brought up to cover her lips while she downcast her gaze. What on earth was she spouting?
"This is our time, your Grace. We're really on the way up again!" and they certainly are. It’s been almost half a year since that tragedy, hasn’t it?
”Progress has been smooth as of late, and I cannot thank the people enough for providing a helping hand.” yet at the same time, the sounds of the people crying, screaming as molten lava flowed in the direction of the town. She could never forget the horrendous stench of burnt flesh that filled the streets when she returned for her people. Ethe looked almost inhabital for any signs of life. Everything was simply.. gone. ”I’m just anticipating the day the children and elderlies would finally be allowed to return. I’ve heard that their life in Phobos were.. less than pleasant.”
Now, as heavy as their conversation would go, it would ligten up quite quickly when the topic soon fell upon the young man hinself. Ophelia smiled. Chuckled, even, at the sight of him. ”I can’t help but remember the little boy whenever I look at you. So full of life, so.. headstrong. Tell me, Dixon. How have you been? It has been far, too long. I sometimes doubt you’d even renember our encounters.
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