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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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 Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 2:26 am
Damien was wandering aimlessly. He had to get out of the manor, he couldn't stay there any longer. Too many memories ... Laerwen had tried to help him, but he had brushed her off - rather rudely he realized now. Nyoka was off ... somewhere. But, he really couldn't expect her to stay around every waking moment. He knew his sister too well, she had to be out doing something. While she had killed the woman that had ... he couldn't bring himself to think about that, not right now. Try as she might have - and he appreciated it - he knew what that woman had done to his mother.
He gulped, rubbed at the tears that were welling in his eyes once more, and stumbled along. The landscape was blurry, but he knew where he was going. He needed someone familiar, he needed someone who would understand what he was going through without having to say too much ... he needed his best friend. So, it didn't surprise him when he realized that he was in front of Nani's house. The guards knew him by now, and he could only assume that they had let him pass; either that or he didn't remember speaking to them.
He leaned heavily against the door for a few moments. Finally, he found the strength to knock.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 2:36 am
Tinania grumbles as she pulls her robe around her, shutting the door to her bedroom behind her. This had better be someone she knew, or the person on the other end of the door was getting a fist to the face. Flipping the light on into the main living area, she moves towards the stairs.
Her wings made a rather loud whistle behind them, but slow down as she takes in a steady deep breath. No she couldn't get made, it wasn't this person fault that she was rather enjoying herself. They didn't know that it was too ******** late to come bug her...
Yea never mind, she was upset. And the person on the other end of the door was gonna get it.
"You better have a damn good excu--" pulling the door open, her eyes fall onto Damien. Blinking a few times, she shakes her head "Mien? What in the goddess are you doing here?"
Looking over his face, worry forms on hers as she frowns. Had he been crying?
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 3:24 am
He looked over Nani, but didn't really see her. Slowly, his usually sharp brain began to process everything - how she was dressed, the night sky, the position of the moon in the sky. Well, hell....
"Forgive me, Tinania," he said automatically, his voice a little raw. He cleared his throat and tried to straighten his back. The weight just seemed to keep pushing him forward, making him slump. "I ... I failed to notice the time. I ... was just - I had to get out of the manor. My feet just carried me here...." he explained softly. "I'll just go, you go back to sleep."
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 3:39 am
Tinania shook her head as she reaches out to grab Damien's hand "No Mien, its fine. You know your more then welcome at my home. Please come in, I'll get you some tea." she kept her voice low, only to not wake anyone in the house.
Moving down the stairs, she pauses only for a moment to look back at Damien. Something wasn't right, she could tell. But she wasn't going to ask, as she knew Damien would tell her when he was ready.
"I don't have much when it comes to tea. English, Green, and Irish pretty much. As its all my mother really has anymore herself, so she gave me what she had in extra." moving into the main room, leans over to light a couple of the candles on the end tables, give the room more light.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 4:05 am
Damien nodded, followed her without any protests. He listened, vaguely understanding her words, trying desperately to get a better grasp on what she was saying.
None of it mattered, nothing mattered. This house? Tea? Family even? None of it. Just fancy window dressing. Everywhere was cold, everyone was insubstantial, nothing was relevant of tangible. He was in a fog, his own personal cloud that helped to drown out the rest of the world, muffle the voices around him, muffle all of the sounds, absorb what pain radiated out of him.
"Tea?" he finally got past his ragged throat. "You've nothing ... stronger?" he heard himself asking, wondering where that had come from. He just sort of stood there, wringing the end of his expensive tunic, wrinkling it more than it was already. Finally, he forced his hands to cease movement and, instead, lifted one to run his fingers through is long tangled hai.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 4:09 am
Tinania frowns before she turns to face Damien, her eyes narrow on him as she moves towards him "Depends on what you want..." now she was beyond worried, and as much as she hated asking. She needed to know what was bugging Damien so much.
Lifting her hand, she brushes it across the scales on his cheek for a moment "Mien....what wrong? Your acting like you just lost your best friend." she tries to smile, in hopes he would return to being the Damien she knew.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 4:20 am
"I don't care ... I just need something strong ... preferably with a high alcohol content...." was his soft reply. He couldn't look at her, though, and even winced when she touched his scales, sort of shied away.
"My best friend? No ... you're standing in front of me. Unless this is a dream and you're dead, too...." his voice quivered and he yanked on his tunic, scaled hands began wringing it again. He ... just needed that drink, and to sit with Nani. Things would get better, right? Things would go back to some semblance of order and familiarity.... Except, now, he would never have his mother back. There'd be an empty space where she belonged, and he didn't know what he could do about it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 4:34 am
Nani's eyes widen before she shakes her head "I'm not dead Mein, I'm right here." pulling her hand away, she frowns. What didn't she knows, what was going on.
"Mien...please sit down with me. Tell me what is going on. Your scaring me..." slipping her hand into his, she attempts to pull him towards the couch. Her eyes looking over his face as he refused to look at her. Why was he acting like this, and why did he say unless your dead.
"Mien...who died?"
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 4:47 am
Again, he did as he was told, no questions asked and no protesting. He sat down in the nearest place, still wringing his abused tunic. He looked down at his hands, his knuckles white with the strain. Then, everything went blurry and a sob caught in his throat.
Could he tell her? Could he even find the words? Would he just collapse into a pile of useless bones, much the way he had sought comfort in Nyoka's hair when she grabbed him and would not let go? Everything still was not real to him, he had yet to say the words himself. He'd heard them, had seen the proof, but nothing else.
Everything would come crashing down about him when he did, he knew that. Was that why he hadn't said anything? Was he ready to face the reality of what had happened? He didn't know, but he couldn't very well keep scaring Tinania as he had been. He should never have come here in the first place.
Yet, he knew this was the one place that he needed to be. "My mum," he choked. He knew he didn't need to clarify, Nani would know which of his mothers he was talking about....
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 4:54 am
Tinania breath caught as she gasp, hoping to the goddess she hadn't heard Damien right at all. But the way he was acting, the way he wouldn't look at her. She brought her hand up to her mouth for a moment as she shook her head. But how, her aunt? She was suppose to outlive them all, she was so strong.
She couldn't cry, she refused to at the moment. Instead, with shaking arms. She slips them around Damien as she holds him close "Mien...I'm here...." running her hands through his hair, her voice although it broke for a moment. It was very calm and soothing as she tries to comfort her best friend.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 5:00 am
He'd tried to shy away from her, had even winced again when she touched him, but as soon as her arms were around him, his were around her and he was soon clinging to his best friend, his sister. "I don't know ... what I'm going to do, Nani," he whispered around a soft sob, trying to stop himself from making anymore noise than necessary. He didn't want to wake anyone in the house.
"We'd been apart for so long...." he continued. "I should be handling this better ... but ..." he couldn't find anymore words, he just buried his face into her shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 5:16 am
Tinania kept quiet, her hands just running through Damien's hair. She didn't know what else she could do, other then be here at the moment. Her mind was still trying to process what was going on. Why was her aunt dead? She knew she left, but how...it just didn't make any sense to her.
Pulling back slowly, she brushes his hair from his face as she nods. Her eyes were glossy, but she wasn't allowing herself to cry "Here, let me go get you something to drink. I don't have anything stronger then coffee, as I wasn't allowed to drink." standing slowly helps him spread out on the couch "Just lay here."
Moving into the kitchen, she rest her hands on the counter as she takes a few deep breaths. She was trembling, only for shock. But at this moment, she had to be strong.
Moving to the coffeemaker, she goes about making the coffee. Every so often, she lift her hand to brush at her cheek quickly.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 5:43 am
He curled up on the couch, his eyes fixed on a random spot in front of him as the tears streamed down his cheeks silently. He pulled his knees up to his chest, hugged them. He thought that, perhaps, he should have followed Tinania into the kitchen, maybe offered to help so that he could keep his mind on other things. But ... she would have asked if she needed help, right? That was how things worked....
He had to admit, he felt a little better. Just telling someone else about what had happened, being around Nani ... getting away from the manor....
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 6:32 pm
Unaware of the discussion taking place, barely even aware Nani had gotten out of bed....Zhane was aware of only one thing -- the sound of an infant crying.
Over the course of the past few weeks, it was a sound he'd familiarized himself with intimately enough that neither Calvin OR Dani needed to be screaming anymore to stir him out of a sound sleep. The beginning whimpers of discontent were enough to drag him to the waking world, and fill him with a hopeful dread that maybe -- MAYBE -- they would go back to sleep.
But this time, that was not to be the case. One of them was awake and if he didn't get to them soon, soon the OTHER would be awake, and things would quickly go from bad to worse.
From the hallway, the sound of crying calmed to a steady stream of whimpers and fussing as a very exhausted, very bedraggled-looking ijiuo emerged, his son cradled against his shoulder as he shambled, zombie-like in the direction of the kitchen to go about the business of getting a bottle prepared.
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