Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2020 8:21:37 GMT -6
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BRY of W&&R and CAUTION
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[attr="class","bhs"] [attr="class","bhsquot1"]Blue Canary in the [attr="class","bhsquot2"]Outlet by the Lightswitch , [attr="class","bhstext"]Caelum was pacing in the living room of her apartment, her hair flying around her in a clear sign of agitation, the letter that had caused it all was sitting on her coffee table looking as innocent as any other letter out there might be. This was horrible, impossible, no good at all. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know what to think. How could her parents do this to her?! The counsel she wasn't even slightly surprised by, but her own parents - her mother?! No . . . . momma wasn't part of this, the invisible ink written in elfish from her mother had proven that. There, in her mother's peoples language (a language she taught Caelum during their secret lessons in which Caelum learned how to control the elfish blood running through her mostly fae body) in a trick her mother and she had used for ages to share secret messages had been the promise to help. That they would figure something out. Thankfully many of Caelum's secret lessons in controlling her powers she inherited from her mother extended to her brother as well, and they both had learned to not just keep those powers under control, but their secret heritage underwraps too. A heritage that might ruin this . . . farce of a marriage . . . should it come out. Or would it help ensure it, to further put the fae courts under elven law. Would her future husband be like the current Elven King, viewing her as some sort of property, a pet that needed collared and corralled. What if he tried to lock her away, keep her out of the modern world and stuck in the fae lands? Or worse - the elven lands? She couldn't relocate, she was the Queen! Spend her time currently split between the two worlds, with no desire to step towards the lands her mother had ran from. No desire to be married into the clan that her mother had escaped from. No desire to become an object for some Elven Prince. This couldn't be happening! All around her, light seemed to be pouring out of Caelum, growing brighter and brighter as the High-Elf blood further materialized, and faint signs of that magic that she'd kept obscured became visible as the illusions on her skin faded - the slightly pointed elven ears, the hair that seemed to pale out so white it looked like snow. Her breath was coming in a panic, even as her brother was forced to cover his eyes and slam his own illusionary magic into the windows and door jam of the apartment to keep anyone from noticing the vibrant light display. He throw his arms around her, squeezing her tight, even as his fingers flew across his phone, a message being sent to his cousin, He led his slightly less panicked sister to her catch, pushing her down onto it, and half sitting in her lap as he hugged her tighter to him, his eyes on the door as he waited for Syn to rush in, knowing she'd have better luck in getting Cael to call enough now to look down the elven affects again. Until that time, he kept the illusions on the apartment fully in place, so no one outside would be aware of what was going inside, even as his sister continued to supply enough light to keep a whole village in daylight during the darkest months of the year. How could their parents do this to Caelum. She was finally getting over Tremaine. She had stopped flinching when people brushed by her in the streets. She was finally able to walk to work again, to even go to work again. She was healing from all the time those kidnappers had held her for, regaining strength in her wrists from where the iron shackles had been placed on her when they caught her healing the others. She was getting better, only for them to add this to it all. And in Caelum's mind, all she could focus on was what was going to happen to her, was she going to lose everything she finally had going right for her? She was in college now, studying politics, business and art. She was manager now of the Botanical Gardens, her only escape from Queenly Duties, where she could just be Caelum. She had so many close friends in town, so many people she knew she could rely on. And now she might lose it all because she was being given away like a prized lamb to a hungry elf who would keep her shackled down. No, she couldn't . . . she just couldn't be caged again. She couldn't it. Hadn't that been bad enough already . . . what was she going to do. She needed Syn. And in that moment, that wistful moment, if she admitted it to herself, she still needed Tremaine too, to hug her and promise his Princess that it was all going to be okay. To promise to tear this imposing Prince from limb to limb, shifting into his demon form to prove it. But Trey wouldn't come through that door, he wouldn't walk in, arms heavy with cake and asking if they could eat it in bed, or merely move to the bedroom and have the cake later. He wouldn't ruffle her hair, or hug her close and tell her how proud he was that his Boo got crowned Queen. How the Dark Knight had won the Princess, and would now stand by her as she took up the mantle of Queen. He had left, gone, disappeared . . . and now . . . she was about to become property to someone else. "I . . . need Syn." Her brother clung to her tighter as he looked up when the front door opened, and he instantly shifted, allowing his cousin to take his place in holding his sister tight. The moment she did, Caelum's dam finally broke, burying her face in her slight smaller cousin's neck and crying desperately, the light finally starting to dim, and Regal handing his cousin the letter so Syn could be fully caught up in what was going on now, for the moment just letting Caelum cry the fear and anger away, before she'd managed to collect herself enough to re-illusion her elven features, her hair darkening in shades, her ears losing the elfen point. "Oh Syn, what am I going to do. I have to get out of this. I can't marry into that family. I've heard horror stories about that their King, how could father throw me at the son?" [attr="class","bhsnotess"] [attr="class","bhsimg"] [attr="class","bhsnotes"]Tag @absyntheroseaisling [break]Words 1661 w/coding [break]Notes I figured we could start with a post of Caelum telling Syn what is happening. We can do another thread between them when Caelum realized Rhys is her husband and freak out to Syn about that [break]Outfit Clickie! |
BRY of W&&R and CAUTION
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