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 Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 10:30 am
༶Who: Caedos Cyril and Grimm Darius (Atma), Quietus Blaithe (Neon)
༶When: Late fall, early winter
༶Where: The large halls of Anica
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 10:45 am
She could have sworn she had dealt with the cold much better.
Then again, when Blaithe was nothing but a small being of pure magic, a lot of things were easier. Actually, no; things were a lot harder – she couldn’t function without the help of another in the slightest and everything was literally out of her reach. She supposed sensations were a bit more muted back then, and sometimes she almost missed it. Everything else she preferred as a Quietus, but this cold… Even in the warmed hallways the chill of the ever present storm outside seemed to get to her.
Hero didn’t feel it quite as much as Blaithe had, even without fur to coat his tiny body, but he still chose to hide deep within the many coats the Quietus tended to wear these days, safe from any chill at all. Blaithe supposed she missed the ability to do so, but she loved this freedom. She missed Jin Ho, but she was glad to be independent.
No, she didn’t miss those days.
The only sound in the hallways she wandered were the sounds of her cloaks sliding unceremoniously across the stone floors and the muted clack of her staff and leg as she trudged forward. Anica was so large; it was often hard to imagine that it was a single building. In a way, Blaithe preferred the less-traveled hallways; people weren’t fond of Plagues, or at least most weren’t, and she liked being able to sit and ponder without the constant noises dancing in her vision. Sure, some rooms were bustling with activity, but their doors were often closed and she was safe from the exposure. The only thing she could possibly want from those rooms was to soak the warmth from how many bodies were around, but luckily for her there were often torches lining the long hallways and ballrooms. Sometimes she would poke her head in or enjoy the echoes of the larger rooms.
Even though it was nothing but the same thing, Blaithe never became bored thanks to just how large the place was.
With a brief whiff, Blaithe stopped dead in her tracks. Hero paid no attention as the girl tended to become distracted with her surroundings as it was, and the cloaks provided a barrier. Once again, that familiar scent… Sloane, but somehow thicker, more concentrated. Was it…?
Immediately her mind rushed, the scent causing her mind to blur and her head spin, just for that moment. Blaithe moved, her step a bit more rushed than her previous pace as she hurried down the halls. It was so difficult to follow, Anica’s halls taking many turns and the further she went, the more people there were to mask the smell. She paid each human no mind, her focus on one thing. Each sound dancing across her eyes was nearly blinding but now she could finally hear a familiar voice amongst the crowd and she had to find it. She couldn’t be without, not now that she could see him again. Hero had ended their meeting so abruptly, she wasn’t ready to leave him the first time and now she could finally be the one in charge of when she was finished.
”Cyril?” Blaithe called out, her voice just a bit louder than those around her. ”Cyril!” she called again.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 10:16 pm
Cyril reclined on a side table beside a fire, his head propped up in one of his hands. He, on the other hand, was feeling rather snuggly and warm in the room, wrapped not only in his own cloak, but also a white rabbit pelt that his Grimm had given him. He had unfurled it onto the table and was now laying upon it, watching the room's maid and her small adopted stunted as they worked. Mary was sitting with her feet close to the fire, reading a scroll and only occasionally offering Cyril an 'mm hmm' as he spoke.
"So you know, of course, that I told all I could about the admirable dusting in this part of the castle. Such clean lines everywhere! You ladies are tireless, you know, absolutely tireless." Cyril was saying, his voice as charming and loud as ever. "And at any rate, you know I am always happy to help. Anything that you need. Mary, of course, should rest her feet. She has been working quite hard herself on her own business, despite -- excuse my bluntness, my dearest lady -- her advanced age. Not that you could tell with how spritely she is. Just as light on her feet as a fairy queen. But all the same, I must try to keep her resting when she is. Well, hullo, what is this?"
Usually, at this moment, Mary would become cognizant that Cyril had noticed something hitherto unremarkable in the room -- a fire poker or a thimble or somesuch -- and was about to elevate it to ethereal heights of importance. But his extended silence surprised her, and she lifted her head. Had her ears deceived her, or was someone calling for the plague?
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 10:27 pm
”Cyril! Cyril; you are here, correct?” Blaithe called again, making her way through the crowd of humans before they had thinned out into a new hallway. It was so noisy and difficult to see, so many sounds playing across her vision. She tried to focus on the silky green voice that was undoubtedly her friends’. ”Cyril, how are you here in Shyregoed?” she asked, just trying to catch his silver tongue once more.
Another hallway, this one a bit emptier, lead to a long line of unopened doors – all except for one. Cyril had stopped speaking, making it difficult to track but his scent, that delightful aroma of death and steel, was far more apparent and appreciated. He was down this hallway for sure.
”Cyril!” Blaithe exclaimed once more, hobbling her way to the door with her stick clacking loudly alongside her wooden leg. Just as she had expected, her friend lay somewhat pompously against his furs and coats. The sight put a small grin on the girl’s face, her excitement keeping her from showing anything but delight. It was with little thought that she cleared the room to be by his side – or as close to his side as possible. She ignored the maid and her tiny ward for now as well as completely missing this new, elderly human that claimed companionship. No, her meeting with him last had parted all too abruptly and she wanted more of it.
”It is me, Blaithe! It has been far too long,” she said, her boyish voice soft as she knelt stiffly beside the table Cyril rested on.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 10:39 pm
There was a chorus of 'oh's.
"Oh!" said the maid, scurrying backward as the colorful quietus entered the room.
"Oh!' went her tiny blueberry stunted, taking a step backward on her mistress's shoulder.
"Oh?" hummed Mary, lifting her eyes toward the door with some surprise as she saw who entered.
And "OH!" cried Cyril, unable to contain his excitement, popping up on his rabbit fur the moment he comprehended who it was that he saw. He knew that plagues grew -- a quick history on Sloan had explained that -- and he would have recognized Blaithe's voice anywhere, even so slight had he heard it in their previous meeting. He'd been enchanted by her, even more so than his regular level of enchantment by females. "It is my lady Blaithe!"
But he hadn't expected THIS. Immediately, he straightened himself, brushing off his cuffs and righting his cloak, smoothing his hat and clover on his head. He seemed to have no other emotion other than joy -- no embarrassment or even acknowledgement of the size difference as he put out his hand for Blaithe's finger and planted a gentlemanly kiss upon it when he received it.
"Do my eyes deceive me? Can truly this be the little artist I last saw too long ago? What rapturous joy, I must have done something very lovely to deserve such a surprise! But how can it be? What are you doing here? Are you not a very long way from home?" he exclaimed cheerfully, looking up to study her new form. The same scratches, now on the elegant little nose. The same alluring white light that was always part of her. The same glorious colorfulness, the wooden leg -- who else could it be but Blaithe?
Mary looked behind her at the maids, as though to check that what she was seeing was real. Cyril had some friends around the castle, some that he had charmed and some that he only listed as 'friends' because his vocabulary did not extend to the antonym. But this was ... different. If for no other reason than that Mary had absolutely no idea whom the lady was.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 10:57 pm
The moment he began to speak, Blaithe’s head lifted slightly and her eyes fluttered at the flurry of color that went sailing through her vision. The corners of her mouth lifted to reveal her teeth as she let out a small breath in response. Lowering herself to get closer to his level, she kept her hands near him and a small burst of glow emanated from the stars on her cheeks from his kiss.
”Shyregoed is my home, dear Cyril! My Grimm may be of Imisese blood but here is my destination,” Blaithe said, her grin stretching farther. She hadn’t realized just how much she missed him, even with the thoughts that would often swing around from time to time. Their meeting may have been short, but she certainly hadn’t forgotten how he had charmed her – and apparently, neither did he. Just knowing that alone made her chest swell and her face warm. With the side of her hand against the table, Blaithe held his hand with her thumb.
It was strange being bigger than him this time around; she wanted so badly to hold him like they potentially could have during their first meeting had Hero not thrown his tantrum, but she was far too large – much larger than he was compared to her in the beginning. Still… it was nice, even if just one finger, to hold part of him.
”I had nearly forgotten that your Grimm mentioned a journey to Anica… I could not believe when I saw your voice amongst the crowd – I am elated that you are here.”
Such warmth in her tone, something rarely heard other than when talking to Sloane. Even she wouldn’t have believed just how excited her energies came off as. She had noticed his tidying up upon her approach and it caused her to flutter just as much. Never once had she realized how much of a mess her hair was or the lazy way she threw her cloak over her shoulders but when she found the blade she felt the need to straighten up. Blaithe did not actively fix her appearance, however, as she was too busy flushing over her companion.
Now, however, she could feel the staring from all parties present. It didn’t bother her; she was used to it as most humans weren’t on the best terms with Plagues. She could handle it, just like she always had. Manners, however, did take over as she passed glances to the other parties present, followed by a quick nod of the head for each that met her eyes.
It wasn’t long before her attention was back on Cyril.
”Was your journey eventful? Clearly you are here safely and in once piece – a blessing!” With that, the brush carefully looked over her companion, taking in every little detail she could manage as she feasted her eyes. Even though he was an Excito his appearance screamed handsome and dashing, down to the smallest thread of his cloak; the same one he graced her to wear at one point.
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