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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. Sis, this looks bad, yeah, but we'll get this figured out. Mom isn't going to let us flake like this, she'll get you out. Her brother had already been called, and true to form, Regal wasn't going to let this go either. His spiked blonde hair looked like she'd woken him and he hadn't even bother to properly get dressed before arriving, however. She glanced at the fellow half elf, a slight smile, "Do you need some coffee, Reg? You look like the walking dead, what where you doing up so late?" The fae prince, the next in line for her thrown if she didn't have any children before her death; stared up at her hopefully, If I answer that, you're not gonna get me any. He stated with a teasing look, causing his sister to throw a pillow at him. It had worked to help distract her however, to which Caelum was more than a little grateful. She glanced down at her older brother, his eagerness to stand by her side, to let her name him next in line for the thrown even if they'd both fight tooth and nail to keep him out of the seat (he'd turn the whole courts into an orgy). Despite being her half brother (and in all honesty the only reason her Father and Mother had likely met) he was just as close to Arwen as Caelum herself was to her mother. But then, was it surprising when the fae Prince was the first half elf born to the King (even if his mother had been a spy meant sent to see if the 'Evil Fae' had stolen the runaway High Elf before Arwen had even reached the kingdom. 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, Syn, come quick. Caelum's Apartment. She's having a panic attack. Parents finally arranged a political marriage for her. S.O.S. Code Bright. Hitting send, and making sure that their cousin was aware his sister was panicked enough that her elf blood was wild at the moment, Regal hugged her all the more tightly, Sis, you gotta calm down. Breath with me, just like Mom taught us. In. One, two, three four. Out. One, two, three four. In. One, two, three four. Out. One, two, three, four. That's it, just keep doing that. I have Syn heading her way to us. You'll be fine. We'll all get through this. 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!

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must be a dream i see its like deja vu again Syn, come quick. Caelum's Apartment. She's having a panic attack. Parents finally arranged a political marriage for her. S.O.S. Code Bright. Syn stretched as she lazed in bed. It was nice to not have her job started yet. She could be as sassy and lazy as she wanted in her dorm. The message buzzed across her screen and the dark fae jumped out of bed in a moment of panic. "Dammit..." She snarled as she searched for appropriate clothing and ran her fingers through her dark hair. On my way... Try to help her hold it together for a minute. Will be there as fast as I can fly. She sent back to her cousin, well brother if things were to be honest. She loved Cael and Regal like they were siblings, a fact that had annoyed Oberon many times. Her heart tugged as she flew through the air as fast as she could. As she flew, she snarled and swore. "What in the world happened?!" She asked herself as she landed in front of Cael's apartment building. Streaking up the stairs, she paused as she felt the tang of Regal's magic. Oh boy... "I . . . need Syn." Her cousin's voice ripped through her as she heard the plea. "I am here. I am right here, Caely... Shhh..." She responded as she eased the door open and closed as fast as she could, she gratefully took Regal's place with a pained nod. Her arms wrapped tightly around the only sister that she had known and she started to hum a lullaby as she rocked the queen. Her green eyes skimmed the offered letter as she fought to hold back the snarl. How dare they?! They could NOT do this to her! Not when they just got her back together after everything that had happened. Her eyes flashed to Regal and she almost spat out a few expletives, her green eyes flashing in fury. "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?" Syn fought tooth and nail to bury her fury. All she wanted to do was fly to Oberon and tear his face off. The dark elf could feel the fury tainting her magic and it was probably a good thing that there was distance between her dearest friend and the father that had just backtracked their work. "Shhh... I have heard stories about the Prince. One thing that is for sure is that he is not his father. Regardless, we will do anything we can to try to fix this. I have a friend in the elf court that can talk to the Prince. Dont you dare give up. We will figure this out. I promise." She vowed as she lifted Cael's chin to look her in the eyes. "Dont give up on me, sister. I will even go beat up Oberon for you." The last words were teasing as she tried to break the mood. tagged: @caelumknoxx | words: 517 notes: n/a

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[attr="class","bhs"] [attr="class","bhsquot1"]Blue Canary in the [attr="class","bhsquot2"]Outlet by the Lightswitch , [attr="class","bhstext"]There was a distinct feeling of relief that rushed through Regal's body at the dinged message back from Syn, promising she was on her way. Regal knew he could only do so much for Caelum - when it came down to it, she needed Syn who had always been her rock during any tough time (and this was one of the toughest He could ever imagine). Caelum herself was shaking as she clung tightly to her brother, her thoughts roaming to what this would mean for her future, what it would mean for her people, for her health and happiness. For anything. At that moment, however her door opened, and Syn was standing there, moving quickly to take Regal's spot and instantly Caelum practically folded herself into her cousin's lap, hugging her like a lifeline to a calm place that might soothe the raging war her thoughts were having in her head. Fear. Anger. Betrayal. The feelings chased each other in an emotional cyclone with no end . . . until the soft lullaby rocked the cyclone of orbit. It was a slow shift, the emotions starting to calm as her mind clung to that lullaby, to the motion Syn was forcing her body into. Her magic started to settle, her elven traits began to calm down, the vibrant light surrounding her dimming slowly before being distinguished completely. A few moments later she took a soft breath, and like a vice, the illusions slammed in place, her hair darkening a few shades, the elven features hiding until she looked like a blonde fae queen once more. Only then did she look up at her best friend, her sister, her shelter. Her words settled the deepest routed fear as she looked at Syn. The Elf Prince wasn't his father? What would he be then? The promise of a friend to talk to him was a relief, the promise of figuring it out, fixing it, "I can't marry, I just can't right now. It's only been a year and a bit since . . . since Trey . . . ." Instantly those emotions were beginning to surface again, but this time, a pulse of heat from the ruby necklace reacted first, before Caelum could even express herself. The metal warmed, the stone pulsing like a heartbeat, a familiar feeling of safety and comfort, of strength and reassurance, and she touched her fingertips to the red stone, "Thanks, Tiana . . ." She stated softly to the soul trapped in the stone, relaxing at the feeling like a heartbeat beneath her fingers. She looked up at best friend and smiled softly, nodding once, "I won't give up . . . but please don't beat up father, I imagine mother would prefer the honor . . . this isn't going to be easy for her either . . ." She stated softly, frowning at the knowledge that she was going to potentially marry into the family, the world her mother ran away from. [attr="class","bhsnotess"] [attr="class","bhsimg"] [attr="class","bhsnotes"]Tag @absyntheroseaisling [break]Words 690 w/coding [break]Notes <3 [break]Outfit Clickie!

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Syn breathed a few deep breaths as her best friend started to calm. As the magic tingled around her, she looked at the Queen of her people, the sister of her heart. It tore her heart apart to see Caelum this upset. They had been each other's rocks for as long as she could remember and the emotional turmoil that she could see on the paler fae's face was enough to make her seethe once again.

"I can't marry, I just can't right now. It's only been a year and a bit since . . . since Trey . . . ." Syn smoothed back Cael's hair with a gentle hand, her dark green eyes meeting her best friend's own. "I know honey. I know. We will delay it, buy us time. I believe that he has to complete his degree in political sciences before he can even imagine taking control of his kingdom. I doubt they would push the wedding before that point. We have time." She did her best to try to soothe the distraught fae in her arms. Syn had not met the prince, at least to her knowledge. However there was a male that she had partied with that she considered a decent enough friend. He would be able to give her some insight to how that court was plotting.

"I won't give up..." Syn smirked. "Better not Queenie... We have chaos to cause now that we are together again. And I believe that your mother deserves the claim after dealing with Oberon for as long as she has. She is a much stronger woman than I. Heaven knows, I am not holding my breath to marry." She laughed, eyes shifting to Regal as she winked at him. "Besides, the one male that I could see connecting with is completely unavailable to my poor soul... He is handsome and smart and sassy, but he is basically my brother." Syn snorted, waiting to see what Regal would do with that comment.

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Notes: I am not doing damn tables tonight XD

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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 would be the first to admit she was terrified about this entire situation, it just didn't seem fair, It doesn't make sense! Why would they be putting me through this. I was just starting to get my life back in order. I can finally say Trey's name with out stumbling over it. I no longer flinch when surrounded in a crowd. I no longer jump when a stranger brushes past me. I was getting better . . . so now I need to get married? I lean into Syn's hand against my hair, looking up to meet her gaze and I'm relieved by her words, I really am. CLearly she knows more about the elven kingdom than I do. "I'm so glad I have you, Syn . . . I might be part elf because of momma, but . . . I definitely don't know anything about the elven kingdom. Momma turned her back on them after all . . . she didn't see the point in teaching Regal and I about them." Regal scoffed as he sat on the floor, leaning against the coffee table, and running a hand through his dusty blonde hair, revealing some of the brighter hues of blonde with in, "Yeah . . . Ari taught us enough to control our abilities, and how Caely can hide her more elven features - but that was the extent of it. I'm surprised she even allowed this bethrothal to happen. Ari hates the elven royal family." The fae prince stated with a shrug, letting Syn handle the situation, even as he sent out a text to some of his friends to see if anyone had in knowledge on the elf in question. Caelum smiled faintly at her best friend, giggling at her words, "Oh, I believe father is likely sleeping in the dog house. But don't you doubt your potential to find a match, though I'd prefer you not wink at my brother, that's creepy." The queen stated with a laugh, even as Regal rolled his eyes with an amused smirk, "Yeah, remind me to introduce you to Nocte some time, he's an old bastard, but he's a whole 'nother sort. Unless Nyx is around of course . . . he treats his kid like she hung the moon." He mentioned of the ageless shadow dragon, the last of his people. "Besides cousin, I fear you would be far too much for me to handle, even if we weren't related." He added with an amused wink. [attr="class","bhsnotess"] [attr="class","bhsimg"] [attr="class","bhsnotes"]Tag @absyntheroseaisling [break]Words 577 w/coding [break]Notes <3 [break]Outfit Clickie!

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"she didn't see the point in teaching Regal and I about them." Syn nodded and hugged her cousin tighter. "No matter what, I will always be in your corner. Your personal imp to harass those that irritate you. Your sugar provider for allowing your inner imp to join the fun." Syn vowed to her best friend, eyes more serious than ever seen before.

"Ari hates the elven royal family." Syn nodded and made a face. "If anyone has reason to hate the elven royal bastards, it is Ari... They put her through hell. Do they even know that she is the mother of the Fae Queen?" She asked, honestly unable to remember for sure if she had heard one way or another.

"that's creepy." Syn nearly choked on the laugh that escaped her lips. "But he is so cute!" She cooed, looking at him like he was a puppy to play with. Before she could continue on, he had to put in his two cents and make it more fun.

"I fear you would be far too much for me to handle, even if we weren't related." Syn laughed and stood up, carefully extracting herself from Cael's grip with the promise of coming back. Slinking across to where he was seated on the floor, she slid down gracefully and winked. "Oh baby, but I can be your darkest fantasy come to life. It really is such a shame that we happen to share blood..." Syn crooned with a sly and arrogant lilt to her silky voice. With a wink of her green eyes, she stood in an equally graceful move and sashayed back to Cael before dissolving into hysterical giggles. She could play the coy, seductive siren... but all of them knew that she would never act on it. That was one of her big things... no kissing relatives. Ew.

Before she could think any further on anything, her phone went off. The tone was pure techno and evoked memories of raves that she had enjoyed so much. Rhys is the dark elf that we partied with a few years back... Super fun, a bit like you honestly. Did not realize he was prince until I saw him at court a few months later. Syn read her text aloud and then shot back a thank you to her informer. "Maybe he wont be so bad? I mean, if worst comes to worst and we cant fix it. Not that we wont fight it tooth and nail." She fumbled over her words, wanting to hate him but also trying to remember who he was and why she had enjoyed his company enough for her friends to remember him.

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"Syn Sass"
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Notes: Um... is Regal going to get his own posts or just add ons with Cael XD