Post by BadInfluence on Aug 7, 2015 10:29:52 GMT 9.5
(00:49:23 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: “We spoke of it when I first arrived, he said it was about every twenty years or so Hanali has a baby boom, whereas where I come from its every forty years. I would never imagine to know what the Gods have in store for us, all any of us can do is trust in the ships they have given us to sail the waters of change and if not, well it was simply proof it was time for us to head to the Farshore.” *It was a personal believe, but he was of the mind that when he could no longer weather the changes if life that it was his time to go, and he would go gladly to that Farshore. He had complimented her on her skills, and what she had said next had him fascinated just a bit, tilting his head to watch her… Everyone had a gift, and some people had several, he however had none… He had some magical gifts but nothing so overwhelmingly impressive to really set him above anyone else, but nothing he did, nothing he knew really set him above anyone else… Well, nothing other than privilege of birth. He chuckled softly at some parts, just a soft bit of sound as his lips curled up a bit, imagining that if she had told anyone they might have had several rather uncomfortable moments… Then again, for others, it might be the most magical of information to be given. It all depended on the person, the situation, and their place in life… He wondered what he would have done if he had known about the things that she could, would he have picked up on something being wrong with his son, or if he would have known Jannah was going to die… Could he have spared them? Would he have had enough time to change their fates? And if he had… Would he have the belief he did now? Would he have become the man he was today? Or would his whole world have completely, utterly turned around, would he have two children now instead of one? Would his beloved still be waiting for him?... It was such a hard thing, to open that door to the world of what if, and even harder to close it.* “It must have been a blessing and a curse, to have such a gift, sometimes even the unpleasant surprises are still better than knowing everything perhaps… And to hold in such a happy secret when you were aware of children on the way… Quite hard indeed… Though from what I have read and seen yes… Jacob has children on the way, Garafin as well, and this Sybelle and Sydel… Twins apparently. Quite a baby boom.” *Perhaps deep down he felt just a twinge of sadness because he just didn’t have that. Jannah had been sick much of the time, and his mistress who he had gotten Theon on at Jannahs request, well she had been sent from his presence as soon as she was pregnant. He hadn’t really had the joy or the excitement that seemed to be just so common, so regular among other couples, and he never did understand why he hadn’t been allowed that… But he also knew it was a greedy thought, and at the end of the day it made him a smaller, uglier elf for such petty thoughts. He hated that when they happened, and he always nipped them in the bud, refusing to have any thoughts that were beneath his station and the person he wanted to be.* “Rosamunds relationship is actually rather… Well.. Not common but… Not uncommon… *Though he didn’t understand how one would need more than a single partner… He could see taking on a lover from time to time if the person was of a baser, more sexual nature but to need two men all the time, what sort of a beastly sex drive did that take? It was downright human… Still… That was none of his business… The damage from her was done, she had four children already, all alive and well… Theon, unless they found a cure for his… Disease… His family and his blood line were going to end with him… Thankfully the topic was changed and they moved on to art, and he thought she might enjoy a bit of sculpting, it was painting but with one’s fingers… It might perhaps give her something back that had been taken from her.* “I will buy you a block of clay as my going away gift… Hopefully it might give you back a little bit of what you lost.” *He spoke on Jannah a bit, well, more than a bit… He usually didn’t say so much in one go but for some reason he had just… Opened up… It was a little embarrassing, it made him blush, yet she did not seem to mind… She thought it was heart warming, and that just made the red of his cheeks darken up a little more, enough to where he felt the heat in his face… They spoke on his age and he had teased her just a bit when she brought up the elder bit, asking her to wait until he was gone to do that, he would miss her company… * “By the Graces… You’re a bit cheeky there, aren’t you? You don’t need a cane, nor do you hobble, I’ve seen you walk plenty in the last few days… You more like… Glide… It’s a very pretty walk. Though I do wish you would let me make you a cane for you to tap out where you are, the last time you almost walked into a shelf I nearly had a heart attack, I was worried you might break your nose.” *Which he had. She managed to stop herself before she ran into it, but still, it had been far too close for his comfort. They spoke on how she missed seeing people smile and he had stood, kneeling beside her, asking to see her fingers for a moment… When she agreed he had rested her hands on his face, letting him feel the smile he wore for her, and her reactions… They were worth the slightly awkward way he was feeling, not because she was touching him, and yet exactly because of that… No female had touched him since Jannah… It was enough to make his heart speed up just a little bit, but he was catching it, smoothing it out…* “My pleasure… I thought I might be able to give you back a little something you were missing…” *He nodded his head and closed his eyes, letting her do as she wished to feel his face, the bones beneath… He wondered just what she might think of him… Would she think he was handsome? What the hell… Ok… Why should he care?... Yet… He found he did… He wanted her to think he was handsome… That was a new sensation that one…*
(00:49:34 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *He hoped she wouldn’t pick up on the slightly accelerated heart beat, his pulse tickling steadily in his neck, tilting his head if she guided him to do so…* “My father was called a handsome man… Even now, as old as he is, he is still considered a heart breaker… My mother has been dead for some years, but she was a beauty as well, so I can say I was lucky… I did inherit the family curse of the facial hair… It’s all over and quite vexing…” *He didn’t have a massive excess of hair he just had hair… And for an elf? That was rare. He had a chest full of hair and a treasure line and yes, even THAT, though thankfully they were all light… Not terribly thick or anything just… There…* “Hard to have wrinkles… We do go quite silver though… Fathers head is completely white…” *He had closed his eyes as she asked and felt her fingers move up, unable to stop the soft sigh that passed his lips, feeling it hit and fan over her palms before she slid her fingers across his brows, almost up into his hair… He wanted to just sag there for a moment, to rest his head in her lap and just let her touch him to her hearts content, but he knew the risks… For some reason Arvandor was a weakness to people of noble blood… Melima, himself, Tirithon, Aeson… They had something in the water that just made people flock to them and fall in love with the people… He had fallen in love once before and he knew how sweet it was, how consuming and tender, and how damned much it hurt when it ended all too soon…* “The voice will show more than the face ever will… You yourself said that too. I thank you for the compliment on my looks, I think every man wants to know he’s appealing to a pretty girl, something about the male ego?” *He said, softly joking, watching her settle her hands into her lap. She had settled down with the blanket over her, which he had reached out and pulled the rest of the way over her precious little feet, making sure she was settled before he had picked up her book and saw that beautiful drawing… He had begun to read for her then, letting the story open up between them, letting the words paint their own picture.*
When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true, too. She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another. Her father had held a position under the English Government and had always been busy and ill himself, and her mother had been a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse herself with gay people. She had not wanted a little girl at all, and when Mary was born she handed her over to the care of an Ayah, who was made to understand that if she wished to please the Mem Sahib she must keep the child out of sight as much as possible. So when she was a sickly, fretful, ugly little baby she was kept out of the way, and when she became a sickly, fretful, toddling thing she was kept out of the way also. She never remembered seeing familiarly anything but the dark faces of her Ayah and the other native servants, and as they always obeyed her and gave her her own way in everything, because the Mem Sahib would be angry if she was disturbed by her crying, by the time she was six years old she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived. The young English governess who came to teach her to read and write disliked her so much that she gave up her place in three months, and when other governesses came to try to fill it they always went away in a shorter time than the first one. So if Mary had not chosen to really want to know how to read books she would never have learned her letters at all….
*He paused then, looking at Vivian for a moment, a brow raised up… This did not sound like a very happy book at all…*
"Pig! Pig! Daughter of Pigs!" she said, because to call a native a pig is the worst insult of all. She was grinding her teeth and saying this over and over again when she heard her mother come out on the veranda with some one. She was with a fair young man and they stood talking together in low strange voices. Mary knew the fair young man who looked like a boy. She had heard that he was a very young officer who had just come from England. The child stared at him, but she stared most at her mother. She always did this when she had a chance to see her, because the Mem Sahib--Mary used to call her that oftener than anything else--was such a tall, slim, pretty person and wore such lovely clothes. Her hair was like curly silk and she had a delicate little nose which seemed to be disdaining things, and she had large laughing eyes. All her clothes were thin and floating, and Mary said they were "full of lace." They looked fuller of lace than ever this morning, but her eyes were not laughing at all. They were large and scared and lifted imploringly to the fair boy officer's face. "Is it so very bad? Oh, is it?" Mary heard her say. "Awfully," the young man answered in a trembling voice. "Awfully, Mrs. Lennox. You ought to have gone to the hills two weeks ago." The Mem Sahib wrung her hands. "Oh, I know I ought!" she cried. "I only stayed to go to that silly dinner party. What a fool I was!"
*He paused again and looked over at Vivian, a brow raised and though he knew she couldn’t see it, he couldn’t help it.* “Miss Vivian… This is quite the odd story… I do not know if I should feel sorry for the little girl, or a touch of disdain for the mother, and the poor servants… Where ever this England is and this other forgine land, I do not think I would like to go, not at all.”
(07:09:50 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: ..she tilted her head when he said her gift must have been a blessing and a curse.. to be able to hold such happy little secrets when she was aware that children were indeed on the way being quite hard indeed.. she nodded- .. sometimes it was hard.. especially when it came to close friends.. but it most certainly was rewarding.. to see so many so very happy.. .. she offered a smile there .. he spoke on having read in the record books about Jacob having children on the way, along with Garafin.. and then on Sybelle and Sydel.. and mentioning something about twins.. - .. now those two are a story all of their own.. it’s amazing what love can do.. going so far as to..split someone right down the middle to accommodate two very deserving brothers.. .. she spoke a little on Rose and the somewhat unconventional relationship.. he dropped in that it wasn’t common nor uncommon..- .. no.. I guess it sits somewhere in the middle.. I will say it shocked a great number of people when it all came out in the open that night.. but.. once the dust settled I think people have come to realise that not only is it none of their business.. but that she isn’t really hurting anyone.. if they are happy to settle into that position.. then it is up to them entirely.. I myself am surprised that they all seem to be getting along as well as they have.. I knew Ace quite well.. he’s not a soft hearted kind of gentleman.. he’s quite brash and abrubt.. short tempered.. where as Jacob is still so very.. very young.. .. she paused thoughtfully- .. maybe close to twenty if that.. he’s a soft hearted romantic.. never had a partner before Rose.. studious.. intelligent.. they are like chalk and cheese those two.. and yet.. they coexist in that relationship ..seemingly perfectly.. I wish them well.. whole heartedly.. seeing them flourish.. their family growing is wonderful.... he had brought up the idea of her sculpting.. and she were honest in that she had never tried it.. it wasn’t something she really thought of.. though the idea intrigued her.. he spoke on buying her some clay and she shook her head- .. You don’t have to buy me anything really, I appreciate the sentiment however.. .. she offered him a smile- .. You have given me an idea though.. something new to try.. and that alone is all I need.. so thank you Finn.. .. she was enjoying listening to him talking about his wife.. and all the little things he used to enjoy with her.. how she was around him.. how he felt lucky to have known her let alone to have held her heart for as long as was possible.. she knew not of his embarrassment however.. she missed his blushing cheeks and his awkward looks. She was like the perfect soundboard.. she missed every little nuance he had.. so if he were embarrassed at all.. unless his voice wavered she missed it.. he called her a bit cheeky and she couldn’t help the grin that crept it was across her lips there before she laughed.. waving her hand a little there- .. You flatter me.. .. he spoke on wanting to make her a cane though.. to save her from hurting herself from all the near misses she seemed to have every so often.. she pursed her lips together and chuckled- .. Oh I know.. I have bumped into more things than I think I even dare to mention.. sported a few black eyes and scratched up cheeks.. why when the businesses move their furniture I look like I’ve been in a war zone.. .. she laughed..- .. it’s the festivals that are the hardest though.. I am offered help.. every time without fail.. someone drops by to guide me around but I can’t let them do that.. I can hear the youth in their voice.. and to hold someone so young back from a festival literally guided toward them.. no.. .. she shook her head- .. so I usually sit them out.. I can hear them though.. the music and the like.. the fireworks at the after wedding reception of Diovan and Sybelle sounded magnificent.. I imagine they were indeed quite colourful.. .. she rubbed her lips together a little..- .. I guess.. .. she paused a moment.. drumming her fingers against her knees there- .. I guess I could use a cane.. maybe then I could get around a bit more on my own.. .. she turned to look in his direction..- .. I don’t want to be a bother though.. I will only accept the offer if you don’t have anything other pending to do.. I don’t want to take up your time.. .. she had spoken on how she had missed the smiles.. the reactions people had and he showed her his.. it was such a beautiful gesture.. it made her heart take a few more beats than it would have normally.. a skip or two there in her chest as she felt across his face.. the lines from his smile.. the fullness of his lips.. his strong jawline.. cheeks.. nose.. the thick brows and low hairline..she called him handsome and that’s what she figured he was.. from the profile she was picking up.. he appeared it for sure.. he only helped with that answer when he said his father was called handsome and his mother was a beauty- .. Ah! then yes you hit the genetic jackpot.. .. she smiled.. her fingers glided down along his facial hair then.. down his jawline.. meeting at his chin- .. it’s quite rare yes.. not to many around here have facial hair.. though I knew a few that do.. I am curious though.. .. she felt the smoothness and texture beneath her fingers- .. why do you feel it vexing?.. is it not becoming?.. .. she tilted her head- .. I have always felt.. at least when I could see it.. not that I can anymore.. but that it framed a gentleman’s face perfectly.. it showed an era of age.. distinguished age.. standing out amongst all the baby faced elves.. but that could just be my opinion.. .. she mentioned the lack of wrinkles.. and he spoke on how his Fathers hair was white.. - .. What colour is your hair Finn?.. .. she was curious.. it would help slot in those final few ideas of how he looked.. though her idea would not be perfect.. quite possibly far from it.. but it was something at least- .. and of your eyes?.. forgive the sudden amount of questions.. .. she felt her cheeks colour a little as her hands fell back to her lap- .. just trying to get a picture.. though I fear.. its kind of like putting a puzzle together.. I fear I might not do you justice in my head.. but yes.. handsome.. as much as you might not want it.. I imagine you don’t want for attention.. .. she offered a smile there and a little nod of her head.. greatful when he slid the blanket up over her feet there before she settled in to listen to him read to her..
(07:10:07 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: her head rested back against the seat cushions her fingers idly rubbing against one another as he spoke with perfect prose.. tone.. emotion.. she knew the story so very well and yet she loved to hear it over and over.. she would never ever bore of it.. she hadn’t heard it though in a very, very long time.. so this right here was a real treat.. he was painting the picture for her.. and she could just imagine the drawings coming to life.. the second pause caused her to tilt her head.. hearing him say it was an odd story.. that he wasn’t sure how he should feel about it.. and that where-ever the foreign land was he was certain he wouldn’t like to go there at all.. she chuckled a little and nodded- .. it’s very peculiar to begin with.. almost making you want to put it down and move away.. that it doesn’t sound so very happy at all.. .. she gave him a smile- .. if you are uncomfortable we can read something else.. I assure you though.. it takes a turn.. there is so much to be understood from between the lines.. so much you can learn from it.. it’s a truly beautiful piece of writing.. but that it.. my opinion of course.. perhaps you have a favourite you would prefer?.. I do have quite a few books.. though they are all no doubt quite dusty from disuse.. but you’re more than welcome to peruse.. or we could just sit and talk.. I will leave that up to you..
(12:30:36 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *He could only imagine how hard it would have been to have held in such good news around those who you loved so very much. He did not think he could do it so very well himself, in truth, he would probably end up giving it away in some form or another. It wasn’t that he couldn’t keep a secret, he was very, very good at that… It was simply more that he could not keep joy from those he loved. He was a little like a child in that way, his desire for those whom he held dear to always be happy was quite high, and when given the chance he spoiled those he cared for. It was a little curious to hear on Sydel and Sybelle, he thought they were sisters, twins… After all, they had the names of those whom are twins, often similar but different… They were of similar looks, though from all the reports he had heard, the coloration varied vastly… One had pink eyes and white hair, the other had purple hair and one green eye, one blue… Though as of yet, he had not seen either in person, not yet. They were both out of town, Sybelle and her husband of the moonlight tryst were in their home in the mountains, wintering there in a quiet honeymoon. The others were gone though apparently that was not terribly uncommon, that husband and wife set were very active in and out of the community, though that whole activity… Well… He did not pursue the rumors long, the sexual antics of any one person or people were none of his business, the less he heard about that the better in his mind. From what she was saying though, this wasn’t a set of twins, but one person… Was there a bit more perhaps to look into?* “One day I will have to find out how this is possible… It sounds like a bit of a fairy tale doesn’t it?” *After all, how does one split a person in twain? They went on to speak of his niece by marriage, and at least on that front in some small way, he could say he knew what she was speaking about.* “I do indeed. I met young Jacob this morning, I went to purchase you some salve for your fingers, it was the least I could do since they are so cut up and dry from assisting me in a task not familiar to you…” *Which he would be applying for her tonight when he left, after all, he did not want her to be stuck with slippery fingers for a whole day. Bit unpleasant it would be, surely?* “I knew Aeson as a child, we used to do business, his father and I. Aeson had a temper even as a child, but his mother was lovely, she was the only one who could calm him. I can say indeed those two are like night and day…” *Still, all did seem well and happy, at least it appeared that way from what he had heard… But what people say in the open and what they say behind closed doors? Not always the same… Still, who really knows? The fact that the three were together was enough, and one had to give them at least some allowances, three hearts were a little harder to manage than two… They spoke on her sculpting, something he thought she might enjoy, saying when he left he would buy her a block of clay to play with…. Though… In his chest… He had reasons for it… Things he was not aware of yet, the unfurling of tender things that had not known the light cast on them for some time, causing him a bit of blushing and confusion because… To be honest… He wasn’t sure what this was.* “I am entirely aware that there is nothing I have to do, but this is something I would like to do, though if it would embarrass you then of course I would not do so… I do not wish to cause you discomfort.” *After all, what was the good of giving a gift if the gift was not wanted, or even embarrassed the receiver? He would prefer not to do so, not at all. They spoke for a moment on his wife, finding himself flushing, his cheeks reddening…He was usually so much more controlled, in much better possession of his facial emotions, the shifts he kept inside behind a very pleasant expression.* “I speak the truth, flattery is for men who are courting a woman, and I do not think you would be open to me courting you.” *Though… Odd… He felt another strange little pang… Almost like someone snapping a switch on him somewhere about his heart area, a little sting, and he simply chalked it up to him being a foolish and vain elf… Something he needed to work on. He did want to get her a cane though, something slender and delicate like herself, easy to use and flexible, something to help her feel when something was ahead of her so she might not run into it…* “It sounds as if I missed quite the party… Though I can Imagine just how difficult it could have been for you at times to deal with so many changes… Which is indeed, where the cane would come in, and so far I have seen it be quite helpful…” *He said with a slight nod, though he knew she could not see it, it was so very much a part of habit that he found he might never be able to give it up. The cane itself was easy and simple though, quite light weight and easy to use, often color coded so those knew the person wielding it was blind in some way and might offer aid if said owner was struggling with something. He man who had designed it had his own belled for as he grew older, his sight deteriorated quickly and he wished to remain independent and not burden his family, and in the end his creation had served dozens of people and did him much credit.* “It’s long but slender, and the tip is cloth covered so it makes a soft tap sound when you strike something with it, and it will help you a great deal about running into objects… Though so far, horizontal things above ones waist are sadly, out of anyone’s range to avoid. Still it will give you a good deal of freedom that you have no had before, and it would allow you a bit more independence, a chance to feel more in control of your own life.”
(12:30:45 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *He had come and knelt at her feet then, a smile on his face as he guided her fingers to touch him, to let her see with touch what a smile felt light… She had asked if she might touch the rest of his face and he had obliged her, he was no harm in it, and deep down… Even though his cheeks were flushing, his heart speeding up a touch, he liked it… There was something enchanting about her touch… Made him want o rest his head in her lap, let her do as she wished to her hearts content… So very odd for him to feel that was, he was struggling with the newness of it all, and yet he didn’t quite want it to change either. They spoke a little back and forth, and as he talked she could feel the way his lips moved, the motions in his cheeks or the way he held his eyebrows.* “I did indeed… Sometimes we are blessed with good genetics, though having pretty parents does not guarantee a pretty child, and vice verse… As for the facial hair… I can not say if it is becoming or not… I shaved daily when I was with Jannah, I felt that a King aught to look like his people, and sporting a beard that so few can wear was both unfair, and unjust to those under my rule. After she died, I stopped… But it is more than my face though… I fear I have it everywhere… Not as hairy as a human male can get, no, but far more than yon male elf does…” *He got looks for it too, some women wore lust in their eyes when they looked at him others was a sort of rampant curiosity, but both he was vastly uncomfortable with… Though hearing Vivian say that she liked it… Well… Maybe it helped him like it on himself a little bit more… Though it didn’t stop him from bathing alone, and never, ever taking his shirt off even when it was rampantly hot… He remained clothed at all times except when sleeping which he did nude, and of course bathing, otherwise though he kept the hair part a secret… Well, the body hair, at least. He spoke on the lack of wrinkles but how they did go grey, and how his fathers hair was pure white now, hearing her ask about what color his hair was.* “It is a dark brown, like freshly turned earth when it’s almost black from being wet, like loam… The same goes for my eyebrows and the rest of my hair… And my eyes are… Well, they aren’t just one color. They are a few… A little hard to describe… But they are a dark navy on the outer ring… And a white blue in the middle, almost an ice white, with more dark blue around my iris… There are flecks of softer blue and hints of gold in them too, but so far, I think that’s it…” *He did not look at his eyes all that often after all. Then again, he did not make friends with his mirror either, that was just not his habit. In truth most days he barely glanced at it. She said his looks were a bit like putting a puzzle together for her, and though she said she might not have it all correct in her head, she felt he was handsome… That made him feel a deal better than he would ever admit to though, or really, should admit to… * “Can I be terribly honest with you, Miss Viv? I haven’t touched a woman since the day we found out Jannah was pregnant… That was twenty eight years ago. Your the first since my wife.” *He hoped that didn’t make her uncomfortable, it was simply the truth, and he wanted her to know he wasn’t the type of man who went skirt chasing. She was perfectly safe around him, and had no need to fear he might try to take advantage of her, or push her position… He respected her a great deal, and he would never, ever wish to sully her. He had gotten up then and settled her blanket about her feet properly, lightly, not wanting to startle her. He settled down with her book then and began to read, but just a few paged in he noticed that it was quite the odd bit of literature indeed. She said they could stop, that though it was a favorite of hers, she was not opposed to him reading something else.* “No, no, no… I like it is just rather odd… I find it hard to believe someone as sweet as yourself would enjoy something that sounds so very… Dismal… You say it makes a turn, and so it does, let us read on…” *He said, reaching out to lightly pat the tops of her feet, just a little thing before she could hear him shift and he began to read once more… He adored talking to her, and once he realized that, it made him do a bit of self reflection… Reading to her was giving him the chance to allow his mind to settle and everything else to do the same inside him, all while painting pictures for the both of them, and he found that fir the first time in almost thirty years… He felt truly relaxed… Peaceful… He didn’t want it to end… As he read he found himself shifting a bit more towards her, until his arm was resting on her chair, she would have been able to feel his heat around her legs as he just drew them in closer without realizing it…*
(05:30:30 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: .. she offered a smile and nodded when he said he thought the whole idea of splitting a person in two was a bit of a fairy tale..- .. it seems a bit that way doesn’t it.. I learnt long ago to not question the ways of the world.. clearly this was how it was to be for those four.. as to the hows or the why’s.. you’d be best to speak with them I imagine.. I’m sure either brother would be able to stere you in the right direction.. .. she tilted her head when he said he had purchased some salve for her fingers.. that it was the least he could do since they were so cut up and dry from assisting him in a task that was perhaps not quite so familiar to her.. - .. Oh! You didn’t have to do that.. .. she rubbed her fingers together a little.. feeling the small cuts that had been developing over the past day or to.. he was right.. she wasn’t used to perhaps this much work in the hall of records.. she often helped where she could.. but never to this extent.. though she was enjoying helping him.. she really was..- ..I thank you however, I am certain if it is from Dr Anikin it will work perfectly.. I have yet to see him stere anyone wrong.. .. he spoke on knowing Aeson as a child.. and how they used to do business.. Tirithon and him- .. His Father was an intringuing sort.. different.. I can’t say I know the family well really.. not at all.. only Ace.. and only from when he was around before he disappeared.. his Father though.. a bit.. well.. .. her brows drew inward- .. handsy is not the word I am looking for.. but it seems the most appropriate.. .. she nodded- .. got a bit to familiar for my liking.. I was greatful to hear he had gone.. I am usually quite a good judge of character.. and for some reason.. I just got the most odd vibes from him when he was here.. something wasn’t quite right.. I don’t like to be like that.. especially considering I don’t know him .. I think if I am honest.. I know you better than I know him.. but it just didn’t sit right with me.. .. she rubbed her lips together.. he spoke on helping her out with sculpture if she would be so inclined.. offering to pay for some clay for her.. she declined his offer though he asked if it would embarrass her.. she shook her hand and her hands rose.. - .. Oh no.. no no it’s not like that at all Finn.. I guess.. I just don’t want you to feel you have to, that’s all.. You’ve yet to cause me any discomfort.. even with out little.. misunderstanding a day or so previous.. she laughed a little.. remembering all to well when she mistook something he had said.. when she offered her home to him any time.. that was awkward.. extremely so.. but enough to find it entertaining now that it had passed.. he had complimented her and she spoke on him flattering her.. only for him to say it was only for men who are courting women.. and that he didn’t think she would be open to him courting her.. - .. Are you saying if you were courting a woman.. myself for example.. .. she tilted her head.. she was clearly playing.. poking.. prodding at him a little- .. that you would use something as insincere as flattery?.... she chewed upon her amused smile there before she laughed a little he spoke on helping her out with a cane.. and she had agreed that one would be helpful to her.. upon reflection it would aid her a great deal.. give her a little bit more independence.. he described it to her then.. the soft tap it would make when it struck the pavement or objects she had pointed it at.. that it would help her a lot.. - .. it sounds wonderful, yes please.. I would like that very much.... he had come to kneel before her.. allowing her to touch his face.. she focused upon that facial hair there at the end.. asking him about it.. he spoke on shaving daily when he was with his wife.. that he felt a King ought to look like his people.. - .. I feel a King can look however he chooses.. but those are my thoughts.. my opinions.. .. her hands slowly fell down to her lap there.. - .. It’s a part of you.. it’s who you are.. .. she tilted her head.. offering an understanding smile- .. you can fight it all you like.. remove it every single day from now until you take that final journey.. but it will always be there.. and you wont get those moments that you spent removing it back.. time is fleeting Finn.. you must grasp it.. and use it.. exploit it to your own ends.. enjoy it.. for the moments that have passed us.. we can never have back again.. .. she asked him about his hair colouring and his eyes.. he explained how it was so very richly coloured..dark almost black.. and the same with his eyebrows.. the eye colour made her smile- .. Wow.. your eyes sound utterly enchanting!.. such colour I imagine to be quite rare.. why overall.. what with your hair and your eyes.. you’re quite the rare specimen indeed.. ..she smiled.. a slightly curious tilt to her head and a mild drawing in of her brows crossed her features when he asked if he could be terribly honest- .. terribly honest?.. well now.. that sounds a bit daunting doesn’t it.. .. she laughed- .. Finn, I would much prefer it if you were honest with me.. always.. I have to trust in you.. that what you tell me is true.. for I can not see it for myself.. so yes.. please be terribly honest with me.. .. she listened as he spoke on not having touched a woman since the day he found out his wife was pregnant.. that being twenty either years ago.. that she was the first since his wife.. she paused a moment.. perhaps a little startled by it.. a little surprised.. he sounded so very charming.. charismatic.. she struggled with the idea that he had steered clear of women since his wife.. he sounded and felt heart achingly handsome.. so by his words.. it took her a moment to digest.. to allow them to sink in.. before she offered a smile and a little nod of her head- .. well Finn, I am honoured you let me touch you, from your words your wife sounded like a true honest beauty .. so please allow me to thank you for obliging me..for allowing me into such a personal space.. We are in similar boats you and I.. just missing our second paddles.. so weve been spinning around in circles for a great many years without a guide.. .. she chuckled a little- ..I will admit to not having touched another man since my Husband.. and he was my only.. it’s amazing really how.. you don’t even realise how much time has passed.. until you look back on it with wonder..
(05:30:55 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: .. she had settled in there with the blanket that he had fixed for her.. he began to read to her.. the only book she really enjoyed.. the one she had had since she was a child.. some of the pages had indeed come loose but were still sitting in place.. he read it perfectly.. with the right pitch the right tone.. perfect prose.. he questioned the book.. calling it a little peculiar.. a little odd.. it didn’t seem so happy.. so pleasant.. she told him they could choose another if it would be making him feel uncomfortable but he rejected that.. she smiled and nodded when he said he found it hard to believe someone as sweet as her would enjoy something that started out so very dismal.. her cheeks coloured just a little- .. You will see.. for even when all seems lost.. when all seems dark and when the world appears to have turned its back on you.. there’s always something there.. just waiting for you to find it.. a certain kind of salvation.. .. she felt him pat the tops of her feet there and she curled up a touch.. resting back against the soft cushioned back of the chair.. she could hear him shifting a little.. his voice a little closer.. and then a little closer still.. before she could feel his bodies heat.. she could hear his hand coming down to rest there upon the arm of her chair.. her head tilted and she smiled.. it was nice.. it was cosy and comfortable.. - .. I want you to do something for me.. .. she spoke up quietly.. turning her head in the direction she figured he was now seated upon- .. one of these days.. when you are taking a bit of time to yourself.. a bit of a day off.. so to speak.. blind fold yourself.. for.. a short time.. I don’t expect anyone to last the day.. or even half.. but just.. a little while.. let your other senses do all the work.. it will put a lot of things into perspective for you.. it will allow you to think things.. a little differently.. You don’t have to of course.. but I think.. it might help.. you have a lot on your mind.. and whilst it sounds as though you are slowly.. beginning to relax.. there’s still a lot there.. bundled up quite tightly.. .. she lifted her hand .. reaching it across to his there upon the arm of her chair.. might have taken an attempt or two before she found his hand but she got there in the end with a light amused chuckle- .. I think you just need to think about something else.. to find your answers..
(12:22:37 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
says to '...Eyes of the Fallen..: “Indeed it does.” *He, at that moment in time, could not truly fathom one person becoming two. Elves were not earth worms, one can not simply split them in twain and both sides exist, it did not work that way…. Did it?... He had never heard of such an example before. How strong then, were these brothers to have brought about such a change, and why? Were they Eldar? Or… Something else? True, he might lean just a bit on that his species was the best species, he was and old school Elf after all… But that did not mean they were the end all be all of every race.* “I think… For the moment… I will leave the Loom and her many mysterious threads alone for the moment…” *He said, a smile in his voice as they spoke, wanting her to know she hadn’t said or done anything wrong. It wasn’t that he was not curious, it was more that he was afraid such a change, such a defiance of the natural order would take his mind completely off of work. Until his work was concluded, he would have to put that fascinating thing on the back burner, otherwise nothing would get done.* “Though… Perhaps when our… My work is completed here, I might just go and ask them, see if they might be willing to help me learn and document such an event… Though… It might keep me here until summer… Perhaps even Fall or longer…” *He said, curious as to what she might think about such a thing, if she would be excited or neutral about him staying a little longer… Though why he was so eager to see any little nuance flash across her face was a little beyond him, he just couldn’t quite put a finger on some of these odd little urges he was having, or why he felt a little bubble of something happy inside when she did or said a something… It was almost… Vexing… Because truly, for the life of him, he couldn’t get a bead on the cause. Topics shifted to how he had visited with young Jacob, how he had gotten her a bit of salve for her hands to help heal the little paper cuts and their getting a little chapped, wanting to make up for the damage as it was all his fault in the first place.* “He was a very polite young man. My visit with him was pleasant indeed. He said I was to rub this into your hands before bed and that in the morning much of the damage should be gone.” *He felt a little surge of glee in that moment, like a little bubble of excitement when he said it, though it had come and gone so fast that he couldn’t really figure if he had felt it or not. They went into Aeson and his father, and he had traded with Tirithon some in their youth, both young kings waiting for heirs… At first it was not too bad, he had thought that Tirithon had forgiven their family for the actions of Melima, that their trade would continue on as it had for some many years… Later years would prove that was… Not quite the case… But he wasn’t about to reveal that to Vivian… He felt his cheek twitch, something that surprised him because he knew that twitch was a sign he was angry, a little beyond angry… Usually he simply kept it inside, he was fair but stern in his judgements and his punishments, he never let his temper show not even in battle… It was why so many had called him the Viper, he was silent but deadly with his blade, and he never showed a single drop of emotion… Yet hearing that Tirithon had been placing his hands on Vivian, a woman who he genuinely respected and admired, who’s company he enjoyed… It angered him enough to flick one of his very few tells… His voice however had not changed, it was still deep and smooth, unaffected by the things going on inside him.* “Tirithon is like a cuckoo bird… He seems quite like everyone else, just an Elf living his life, but beneath the plumage he is something else entirely.” *To be honest… He was half in love with Tirithons wife when they were children, long before he had met Jannah, before he was promised… She had been a beautiful woman, so charismatic and happy, always laughing and telling stories… If the choice would have been his, he would have married her back in those days, and that poor sweet girl wouldn’t have died… So many lives would have been so very different. Still, that was simply how the Loom worked, people were meant to follow the grand design and though you may not be in the place you want, you are in the place you need to be…* “He was not a bad man in his youth, a little self-assured, a little full of himself but… Not an entirely unlikable fellow… I think a part of that is still in there somewhere, but over the years it has been buried under other things, made somewhat less important than other features.” *He would not badmouth the man, he was above that and he found such a thing to be insulting to his own character and belief in a gentleman’s code of conduct. Though he once more felt that odd little thrill when she said she knew him more than Tirithon, and though he knew it was a simple fact, it still made him feel a spot of pleasure for some reason. They moved on to the sculpting and how he would like to buy her a block of clay, thinking she might find pleasure in something like shaping a bowl or a pot, perhaps making a teacup or mug just for herself… Even perhaps trying her hand at making a face of someone from her memory? Something to keep what he thought was a beautiful mind active… He thought perhaps the offer had embarrassed her and wanted to clear things up, he was not of the mind to do anything that might cause her a moment of distress, he just wanted things between them to be clear… Free of any troubling emotions… Her bringing up the little event the other day did well to make him blush though, he remembered that all too well, a slight chuckle there as he held his hand over his eyes for a moment.* “Ah yes… That… I promise I feel that I have no obligation to do anything I assure you. This is something I want to do because you deserve it. Is that not the best reason to give a gift? The most just and righteous?” *It was also one of the few ways he felt he could give her a gift and not have her think that strings and such were attached to it… He didn’t want her thinking he was going to be expecting things from her if he did so, he knew all too well that it was the ah, done thing to offer gifts when trying to get into a woman’s bed… It was honorable in that case as well, yes, elves are not exactly ah… Celibate… Well… Most aren’t… There was no shame in going down that path but with Vivian… He wanted her to know it wasn’t like that. *
(12:22:52 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *She startled him then, catching him off guard, not because she was teasing him but… Because of what she was teasing him about. He flushed… Not just blushed, but outright flushed, from neck to hairline, his eyes wide. Was he?... Did he want to?... He got his well known iron strong grip about his reactions and shoved them right back down where they came from, slowing his breathing, his heart beat all at the same time… Even if she was only teasing… Playing with him a bit… He had to pause and process it for a fast second… Why? Because when other women had teased him like that all he had felt was a perfect sort of detachment, a lack of any measure of interest, even a slight though polite boredom… He had had more than a few women trying to slink into his bed over the years he knew and yet… Vivian was the first person to not only make him blush but to feel something… Rather than a resounding refusal, there was an honest interest, a desire… By the Loom… Did he want to court her? Surely he was far too old for that? He hadn’t courted anyone since Jannah and that had only been for a short time in their lives together… Could he even do it? Good Gods… He had no idea… And that was perfectly shocking to him. Still, she deserved an answer, he just hoped she wouldn’t read too much into the little silence that had unfortunately formed between her teasing and his answer.* “No… I think I would buy you flowers… Ask you to join me on walks where you could tell me anything you liked… I would try to show my affection and honest desire for you in smaller, honest ways, like fixing something that had been broken or some way to make your life a little better… I am sadly a rather bluntly honest elf, and flattery is a beautiful thing, but I find my tongue has no skill in it.” *He hadn’t ever…. Ever really thought about it… Felt anything like this… He was trying to sort his own mind out all the while his emotions were swinging between some sort of foreign and unknown elation and a stomach plummeting drop of nerves that he feared would leave his palms sweating… It was weird for him, in every sense of the word. He switched topics to the cane, explaining about it a bit, what it did and how it functioned… It would give her back a bit of her independence, a chance for her to attend the festivals once more without her heard being saddened at the idea of taking the joy away from someone else, especially someone she felt deserved it a bit more than herself.* “I will have one rigged up today then, plenty of wood workers are finding themselves knee deep in work with so many wishing for sleds and runners and skates… A bit of left over wood from one of the longer toboggans could easily be used to craft it and no time at all…” *Which sparked an idea for him to perhaps treat her… A little… Well… Not a date… No… But… Something… Bah… Even his brain was becoming a tangled knot! Topics shifted to the ever rare facial hair among elves and he related that it was a bit stronger with him than just his facial hair, he had hair all over, and it had caused him more than a bit of discomfort once his change had happened… It made him button up and kept him from swimming publically, taking baths as others did was just not going to happen for him, too many eyes and then the questions that followed after… He told her he had shaved daily with Jannah, he felt he had to match his people, to be one with them so they might not feel as if there was such a grand gap between them… He smiled at her words in reply, knowing she would feel it, his voice showing that smile through the way his voice rose just a bit.* “I am not at home right now, and tell me, do you feel a clean shaven face beneath your fingers?... It has been a long time since I decided not to shave my face, the last time was when my Jannah died, but this time it is because I am not a king here… I am just me… Just Finn. A man who is trying to help a people right some very big wrongs, to settle the dust and confusion, and hopefully have a happy resolution… I promise you Vivian, I won’t shave it until I go home, so if you are fond of it you have a few months to enjoy it.” *He said, softly teasing her back, if only a little… She had asked about his eyes, the color of his hair, which he had done his best to tell her… He was not a vain man by any means, but he was honest, and gave her the bare bones about the way he looked without being too plain either. She sounded like she was enchanted with him indeed, which brought him a bit of pleasure, he couldn’t deny that… Even he liked to know he was still attractive… Plus with Vivian he felt she was far more honest about it, and her finding him attractive, it meant more than a thousand courtesans vows… Her opinion? He found that it mattered to him… Mattered to him a great deal. He had asked her then if he might be honest with her… He felt this was needed to be said, so she might understand him a bit better, that he was not seeking to find a little something on the side here… He was honest with her to the bones, and he would hide nothing from her either, he was coming to value her too much to do so.* “I will never lie to you Vivian… Ever. I wanted you to know that as a man, and an elf, my actions are honest with you. I will never ever do anything to make you feel sullied, my intentions with you are above sterling, I do swear and promise this.” *He wanted her to know she was safe with him in all things, and all ways, he would never take advantage of her blindness nor would he let any harm come to her in his presence. She admitted herself then that she too had not been with anyone since her husband, and her little example he found was wonderfully apt, for oft times he felt quite adrift and alone in the sea of life… Watching others sail and paddle away quite happily… Able to move forward while he just sat there, unable to do more than turn…* “I think it’s strange… To be so used to someone, to love someone so much and then have them taken from you, it rips your life apart… You loose your map, your compass, even the stars are taken from you and you can’t navigate… You just sit there and watch people go by… After a while it hurts less, you get used to it, and you get the strength to wave at those who go by… Like you and I… We’re a bit lucky to find each other in a way… We can take solace in our similarly missing paddles.”
(12:23:06 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *He said softly before he resumed his seat and made sure she was tucked in, beginning to read though a few paragraphs in he noticed the book was a little… Dark… Well, no, not dark but… Certainly not expected. She said he might change the book but he chose not to, she said it got better and he trusted her, and he wanted her to enjoy herself... So on he would push, besides, it was not as if it was such a trial. It might be a little different, but different was good, and it had been a long time since he read something so unlike anything else he had…. She told him before he resumed reading that the book would teach him a few things, that when all seemed lost and the world is so dark and lonely, there was something waiting around the corner… A salvation just waiting to be sought… It was a novel idea… One he found he might just like… He resumed his reading, and as time when on, he drew in closer to her without realizing he had, simply letting the book and everything about her and her little home wrap him up… He was some chapters in before she spoke again, tilting his head his eyes left the page to look at her, his own head tilted as she asked him to try something for her… To blindfold himself. That had a brow rising and not out of any sort of condescending nature but rather… Curiosity.* “Do I sound like that? I admit there is a lot on my mind, but I was unaware that I was quite so easy to read, Miss Vivian.” *He was a mess inside… Not hopeless no, but it was a complete mad jumble of things where normally it was all quite clear, easily laid out… It wasn’t anything to do with the books either… It was more than that… It was… Something he couldn’t quite explain… Something he had never felt before and it left him chasing his own proverbial tail… When she reached out he thought she was trying to pull her blanket about or something, but when she caught his hand he nearly dropped the book, setting it down on the table as his fingers instinctively curled around hers… Her hand were so little… Precious… He lifted her hand to his lips without realizing it, kissing the rounds of her knuckles softly.* “Perhaps you are right… And I will try it… Though I fear Garafin might find it all too amusing and wonder why his guest is walking about with a blindfold… Perhaps it would then be your turn to help me, hmm?” *He said softly, his fingers still curled around hers, and he couldn’t for the life of him understand why he couldn’t release her… He wanted nothing more than to hold her hand for another minute… Another hour… Another day… It was so confusing… * “Are you hungry, Miss Vivian? It’s coming up to luncheon…”
(05:01:25 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: ..they spoke a little more on the rather intriguing predicament that was Sydel/Sybelle.. and how they were at one point just the one.. but now.. where there was need.. there were two.. for each half of one person was required by each brother..she listened as he talked on documenting it once all his current workload was finished.. that it might well keep him around until well into Summer.. fall or even longer.. she offered a smile there and a little nod of her head- ..Well Arvandor will most certainly be honoured to keep you comfortable for the duration of your stay.. regardless of how long it turns out to be..and you’re welcome to pop by should you find yourself with time to spare and no other engagements that need your tending.. though I fear in the Summer and Spring you might not find me quite so easily.. for I most certainly will not be house bound.. I like to wander.. spent many a night out in the middle of a field.. if for no other reason than just because I didn’t feel like coming home.. .. she nodded when he mentioned Jacob and this wonderous salve that was going to fix her mildly injured finger tips- .. Ah! he’s a little life saver that one.. and I thank you Finn.. for thinking of me enough to obtain it on my behalf.. I no doubt would have left it until it got extremely uncomfortable before I even would have thought to mention anything to anyone.. so thank you.. really.. you’ve my best interests in mind.. .. they talked a little on Tirithon.. and her feelings on the man.. she didn’t know Aces Father all that well really to make any proper judgement calls.. but from the first impression she got.. she knew something was not quite right.. that and the fact he placed his hands upon her.. and wouldn’t so readily let her go.. nothing happened naturally.. but it just made her feel.. uncomfortable.. and perhaps even a little.. warey of him.. so she nodded when he said that on the outside Tirithon appeared one way but beneath it was something else entirely.. - .. I don’t know.. I don’t like to judge people.. especially when I don’t know them.. it’s simply not fair of me.. I just had this odd feeling.. that people should be careful.. around him.. something didn’t feel right.. but.. I could have been wrong.. still.. he is gone.. I don’t imagine he will return anytime soon.. he had this.. scent.. about him.. this.. I wont call it an aura as.. well.. I can no longer see those.. but.. I could sense.. a sickness.. something that ran deep.. deep down into the bones.. I fear he is terribly unwell.. and that maybe why the marriage has become such an urgent thing.. I recall Aeson only having proposed to Young Rose the night of post wedding party for Sybelle and Diovan.. and then they were off.. to be wed.. quite a whirlwind indeed.. I imagine there will be a coronation coming quickly on its tails.. if I am to understand Silverthorn and its ways.. .. she nodded a little.. he spoke on getting her some clay.. so she could try her hand at sculpture.. his reply that it was something he wanted to do for her because she deserved it caused a slight colour to flash across her cheeks.. a mild dip of her head- .. that’s very sweet of you, I thank you.. I actually look forward to it.. it sounds.. intriguing and I wonder quietly.. why I never thought on it before.. so again.. thank you Finn.. .. she was thanking him for quite a bit on this day, but it was all very much deserved she felt.. he was doing a lot for her.. and considering they had only known one another now for maybe a couple of days.. well.. he was being genuinely nice and she was growing a quiet fondness for his kind heart ..she teased him a little there.. prodding him about his flattery and courtship rituals.. she missed his flushing cheeks and his stuttering heart.. she did catch the sounds of his breathing however.. how it picked up a little.. just a touch before it was seemingly placed back under control.. did she catch him off guard perhaps?.. ahh curious she was indeed.. he talked on buying her flowers if he was in the courting position.. that he would ask her to join him on walks where she could talk on what she liked.. that he would try and show his affection and desire in smaller more honest ways .. fixing broken things or making her life a little better a little easier in ways he knew.. she tilted her head when he said he was sadly rather blunt and honest.. that flattery was not something he had a lot of skill in.. she shook her head a little- ..never ever be sorry for your honesty Finn.. afterall Honesty is the highest form of intimacy.. .. she offered him a smile there.. a little nod of her head following soon after- .. and always remember that when it comes to flattery that pretty words are not always true.. and true words are not always pretty.. You seem to think your honesty is something you should be ashamed of.. please don’t.. .. he had offered her a walking cane then.. to even get one made up for her.. that he would do so today.. that the wood workers were finding themselves knee deep in work for those skating and sledding.. she laughed a little and nodded- .. Oh yes, I imagine those and the metal workers for the blades would be working over time right now.. and clearly not used to all the attention they are getting.. but good for them! I think its wonderful.. this wintry blast has caught everyone by surprise and reminded us all we need to be a bit more organised and ready for just about anything.. for you never really know whats just around the corner.. We could all get snowed in at any point.. hopefully everyone else in the village heeded the warnings and stocked up on their food supplies just in case.. .. she nodded.. word had been passed around quite early about the shift and change in the Weather and since it had not snowed in so long a good dumping was well and truly on its way.. it was just a matter of when.. he had given her a little gift then.. showed her his smile.. she had taken in his face properly then.. feeling along his features.. his strong jawline.. his brows.. hair.. just beneath his ears.. she told him he shouldn’t worry so much about the facial hair.. that it was part of who he was.. the reason behind him not shaving here was because he was not a King here.. he was just Finn.. - .. Tell me.. do you enjoy being a King?.. or do you enjoy being.. just Finn?.. .. she turned to look in his direction.. curious indeed as to his thoughts on it.. to her he would always just be Finn.. she had met a few Kings in her lifetime and none were quite so.. open and honest.. they were always a lot more closed in.. more reserved.. some even didn’t like being spoken to.. she smiled when he said he wouldn’t shave until he went home.. so if she was indeed fond of it.. she would have a few months to enjoy it.. -
(05:01:30 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: .. Ahh!.. you don’t have to change yourself for me.. if you really are not comfortable .. then you do what ever makes you feel comfort.. How you look matters not to me Finn.. though I know.. though touch that you must be quite handsome indeed.. it’s not the reason on why I enjoy the time we spend together.. .. she shook her head- .. you intrigue me.. you make me think..you’re kind hearted.. strong willed.. heavily invested in whatever you choose to do.. you are determined.. and so very book smart.. You’re a gentleman.. and you make me smile.. you’re a lot of fun.. and none of that.. has anything to do with how you look to me.. .. she would offer him a smile there.. she asked him about his hair colouring and his eyes.. and it just slotted in a few more pieces of the puzzle for her.. she was genuinely surprised to hear about his eyes.. and how different they were.. before he spoke on honesty once more.. she told him she would only want his honesty.. he told her he would never lie.. ever.. that his actions would always be true.. - .. I thank you.. I will admit at times it is hard to trust.. especially when so much can go on without my knowing it even right in front of me.. but you have yet to give me a reason not to trust you.. and for some reason.. whatever that may be.. I don’t think you will ever give me a reason .. .. he had confided in her that she was the first woman he had let touch him since his wife.. and she in turn admitted something much the same.. her husband was the last man she had touched.. and had allowed to touch her.. she had a couple offer to court her.. and would sometimes find flowers within her home.. or there upon her stoop but.. that would always be as far as she would allow it to go.. nodding as he spoke on it being strange to be so used to someone.. to love them so much only to have them taken.. - .. it does.. it can rip you to pieces.. and it weighs so heavily upon you for what seems an eternity.. I don’t think you even really notice when it starts to not hurt quite so much.. just over time.. you go a little numb to it.. and its hard to explain to those that have not been through it.. what it is like.. because how can you put a single emotion to it.. or a feeling even.. it hurts and it aches.. it’s that emptiness.. that will never truly go away.. but that you learn to live with.. .. he had picked up her book then and began to read to her.. commenting on the story being a little dark in places.. a little odd and peculiar.. and it was.. a weird little tale.. but she knew how it went and she figured he might well get something out of it also.. it might help him too.. as it had helped her.. she told him to go on if he could.. that it would change.. before she asked of him to do something for her.. to blindfold himself if he was feeling of right mind.. to force his other senses to take control.. to give him the space to think things on a different tangent.. to allow his mind to really work.. without distraction..- .. you do.. .. she nodded a ltitle when he aside if he sounded like he had something on his mind- .. I am of course not privy to whatever it is that is on your mind.. and I would never go so far as to assume.. I just feel.. that there is something there.. something you are struggling with.. and you do not have to share it with me.. Only you know how to navigate your own mind.. I just find that sometimes when the distractions around you are taken away.. just of every day things.. of life.. even something as simple as the four walls around you.. when its all gone.. and yet you are still awake and alert.. you are forced to look at whats happening.. you are able to focus a little more clearly.. You don’t have to of course.. it’s simply a suggestion.. something that might help you.. .. she had reached out for his hand.. it took a few attempts.. as she slid her fingers across her blanket there.. before she caught his hand upon the arm of her chair..she felt his fingers curling up around hers.. it was ironic really.. the hands intertwining .. the fingers both wore well worn and in someways battered wedding rings.. she gave his hand a little squeeze there- .. sometimes I think our minds like to trick us.. and I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to try and explain whats going on in our heads when we don’t even understand it ourselves.. If I can.. give you a little advice.. from someone who has had plenty of time to ..reflect with no distraction.. don’t think to much.. you will just create a problem that was not even there in the first place.. overthinking causes so very many problems.. .. her fingers twitched a little when she felt the warmth of his lips pressing to the rounds of her knuckles.. there was a soft colour there upon her cheeks.. - .. If you are of mind.. I could help you yes.. though remember it will be the blind leading the blind.. should you walk into any walls.. or doors.. then.. it’s not going to be my fault.. .. she chewed down upon her lower lip there before she laughed .. their fingers remained curled for a little while to come after that.. a little silence falling between them as she looked in his direction.. or.. where she figured he was anyway.. before she heard him ask if she was hungry.. her brows drew in.. - .. Ah! is it already?.. well now that time went quite quickly.. .. she reached up with her free hand to encapsulate his between both hers.. giving a little squeeze before both of hers would release his completley- .. I could do with a little lunch yes.. how does it look outside?.. did you have something in particular in mind?.. I am certain I have plenty here in the house if not..
(12:25:08 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *He was curious if she might have liked him staying past the winter… After having given the general look over, seeing just where the Records stood, he didn’t see it taking longer than that for him to be finished with his work. He found himself wanting to stay, to come up with something to delay his departure, a reason to remain behind… Certainly not something he had thought about when the request had come to him, and even when he had first arrived he was more eager to return home than not, but that had all shifted… Albeit subtly. It had started yesterday to be honest, they were finishing up the day, the hour was late and the hall of records was more than a little chilly… He remembered catching her shivering silently though she said no word on being cold, and he had taken off his sweater and slipped it over her, the large bulk of it comfortably baggy on him but she virtually swam in it… In doing so though he had caught the smell of her hair, and just how little she was beneath his hands, the pretty tilt her nose had… He had felt the oddest urge in that moment, something he was not familiar with and yet he understood, something he had pushed to the side shortly after but hadn’t been able to shake… It stuck with him all the rest of that day even after he delivered her home safe and warm, even after he sought his own room at the Inn, well into a bottle of wine and a few hours deep sleep… It was there when he woke up… When he went to go and see Jacob for the salve… It was a constant niggling thing and yet something so subtle he wasn’t truly aware of it. He just… Wanted to see if she wanted him to stick around…* “Garafin said that is some of the busier times for his Inn, perhaps it might be wise if that is the case to seek out a small house to rent, I would not want Garafin to give up his bed for a customer when I could easily give up my own… Though if you take to wandering about I might just need to take up camping instead perhaps? If I do document these two women who were once one woman, I would need your assistance, of course.” *A little house might be better, and surely there was one to rent somewhere, and if she perhaps asked him to stay… He might just ask about for such a thing… Though the very idea of such a thing still set him a bit on his mental arse… Why did he want her to want him to stay? He couldn’t grasp it. Not at all. The idea of camping was a novel one though, aside from war campaigns he had never slept outdoors, so doing such night after night would be perfectly new to him. They spoke on the salve and how Jacob was quite the Doctor, to which he gave a nod of his head, a bit of a smile.* “He is indeed. I only wish I had thought of protecting your hands before this, it might have helped prevent a little discomfort for you, I would never wish you to be in pain while assisting me.” *The last thing he honestly wanted for her do was to be in any measure of pain… The salve was a start, but certainly not the end, he would be keeping a much closer eye on her from now on. Things rounded to the King and he had given a bit of his own insight… He had known a bit of Tirithon’s father when he was a youth, and he had grown up with Tirithon in the fashion that all princes do in neighboring kingdoms, forcing a sort of fostered companionship that would hopefully delay and push back any real sort of warring between kingdoms. Tirithon had been alright at one time, not loveable but not someone you instantly hated, he was just a man born to a certain position with a kingdom that had made enemies among other city states… He had big shoes to fill and perhaps that made pricks out of anyone… As he got older through Tirithon had changed greatly, then the breaking of the betrothal between Melima and Tirithon, the sudden fall out between their families… No one really knew where it had started, but he knew that it had certainly happened, after all he had been one of the victims of the change…* “That is an admirable quality… Judging someone oft times puts you in a position to only see part of a picture, remaining as neutral as you can allows you to see a much bigger part. It does seem as though something were going on, something pressing, usually such things do not get so rushed and pushed around… It’s not the done thing.” *Even if the future queen was pregnant, they still followed protocol, they still allowed a set window for the people to get to know their future ruler… The fact that Ace had proposed and then virtually the next day they were all packed off to Silverthorn was not normal by anyone’s standards… If Tirithon were on deaths door it would make so much more sense… The offer of the clay was meant to give her something she might enjoy, a change of pace, something a little more hands on and creative… She had tried to deny it, and it took a little bit of blunt honesty from him before she accepted it, admitting at the end that she was looking forward to it now… Wondering why she had not thought of it before.* “Perhaps because you did not do it before?” *That was often the way of hobbies, you do not realize it might be something you could enjoy because you had not done it before, or did not know someone who had. She had caught him a bit there, teasing him on courtship, and that had caused a bit of a hiccup inside him… The usually calm and serene emotional state within himself went a little topsy turvey… His heart had sped up as had his breathing, his cheeks had darkened, though he had thought he did remarkably well to get it back under wraps…Telling her if he was courting her that he would have not done it with words, rather he would have tried to show her he was a good prospective partner, one who could share in life’s ups and downs… That he was able to make her life a little more comfortable by doing things like fixing a broken window, or putting to home that one nail that kept catching on clothes, perhaps repairing a door that wasn’t closing right… Ways to… Enrich her life without changing it.* “I wouldn’t think so much as to be ashamed of… It is rather a point of pride for me in truth… I work hard at being honest with myself and others every day, and even though it is not flattering, it is always sincere… But honesty and courting… They do not match so terribly well… Honesty is not romantic, and courtship, it is meant to be thus is it not?” *It was why he was grateful in a way when he had his Jannah, she had loved him for him, and she had understood that romantic words were not his forte by any means.*
(12:25:33 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *They spoke on getting her cane made and how it would be easy enough now with so many wood workers being quite busy with everyone in need to new toys to use in the snow and on the ice. Finding a sliver of left over wood with the right sort of suppleness and length shouldn’t be any sort of a trial, though she did catch him a bit off guard about the possible chance of being snowed in, and the emotional reaction that caused in him… He wasn’t upset by the idea on any grand scale, he was not afraid of it no, after all he was at the Inn and he seriously doubted they would want for any sort of food… But what about Vivian? He found his emotions surged a bit at the idea of her being locked up, snowed into this little house, with no one to make sure she had firewood or that she was warm… The idea of her not being cared for… Scared him a little… He kept that to himself though, he wasn’t even sure what had caused such a reaction in himself, and until he did he thought it was better to remain silent.* “I am sure they did, after all, the snow alone should be enough of a warning to take every precaution…” *Thankfully Elves were not humans, humans were prone to think themselves invincible and able to do anything, elves knew to live WITH nature and not against it so they took their time to ensure all was proper and well. She had learned what his smile felt like then, something he would never have done for anyone else, but something he had wanted to do for her… It was such a small thing she missed, just seeing another persons smile, so he had wanted to give her the gift of his own. She had given him a feel over, his fingers soft and warm, almost ticklish on his skin as they spoke back and forth… Such a deep conversation and yet not uncomfortable, it was more natural than not to be honest, almost soothing… She teased him about his hair and he told her that he wouldn’t be shaving while he was here, though when she had asked him if he enjoyed being a King, or being just Finn… He was silent on that for some minutes, even though he could see her watching him in her sweet dark way, sensing him without sight… No one had ever asked him that, not even his Jannah, she had know deep down that he had never questioned himself on it before and her doing so would do nothing… It was a heavy question regardless though, and one that made him think deeply, strange pathways in his mind opening up that he had not even been aware of… He feared he could not give her much of an answer though, not because he did not want to, but because he did not want to leave her in silence for so long and he needed more time to think it over.* “I think that… Within a few months if things do not change, I will not have a choice to choose which I prefer more, as Jacob will inherit my crown as Rosamund’s husband. I will simply be just Finn, and the part of my life as a King will have come to its close as all Kings eventually do, and I will watch another young man take up where I have left off.” *He knew it was not much of an answer, but it was the best one he could give her and still be fully, completely honest with her. He wondered though, for just a flash of a moment, if she would want him if he were just Finn… Though right on the hells of that he was chiding himself for being a fool and thinking such undeserving thoughts of a woman who had only been kind. Truly, he was going to be ripping himself a new one once he was alone properly and remind himself that he was being a true and honest idiot and such emotional little flashes were not only unbecoming of him, but unworthy of the situation. And her.* “I am not changing myself, that is one thing I fear I can not do, no matter the good intentions. In truth it is a bit of laziness, I look forward to not having to shave every morning, the act is a touch uncomfortable on the skin no matter how skilled one is. I understand my words might seem a little odd, but I only wished to assure you that my intentions with you are safe, and though we might tease and flirt I will not press anything. I only wish for you to be perfectly comfortable with me, and I you, and be able to rest in the fact I will make no unwanted advances. I value our time together and you as you are, not to mention my own morals, to risk it.” *That and he had not desired a woman in… Far too long… Even Jannah who he loved completely and entirely was so fragile that making love to her had become a routine for an heir, and even being as gentle as he possibly could be, he knew she wasn’t truly enjoying it… His greatest regret with her besides being the cause of what killed her, was the fact he had never really pleased her in bed, she had never found climax with him no matter what he tried… Though he knew he could at least manage it because Theon’s mother was a shaking mess the few times he had used her to create his son… It was just… An odd mess in his head… A big mess… And all of this combines was making everything from his past start to rise up and he felt as though he had a knot in his head he was going to need to unravel… They spoke on how at least, them both being widows, they had a sort of soft solace in one another. They knew the pain, how it felt to live on with your other half missing, how your life is never really the same once they are gone but you have to keep living regardless…* “I think it’s like having your limb taken from you… You still feel it’s lack, the void of it’s removal, and your whole life is suddenly changed and made harder without them… You have to learn how to live with such an important part missing, and the pain of it’s loss always throbbing, reminding you… After a while it is like you said… You just go numb… You never forget, but you have reached a part where the pain is normal, and you can move on in the knowledge that you can still live and enjoy some things…”
(12:25:51 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *He had begun to read to her and he couldn’t help commenting on how parts of it were odd… Or a little dark… But even after she gave him the option to choose another book, he refused, and read on… He noticed it did indeed change a bit, and he found the story interesting, reading on for several chapters as he subconsciously drew closer to her before she stopped him… Mentioning that something was on his mind, and he had asked if he really seemed as such, for though it was true he was not aware it was something she could sense…* “I will not deny your keen ability, Miss Vivian… I have a few things on my mind I will not lie, things that I did not expect and because of that, my mental facilities are scrambling to solve them in an expedited fashion… I might give it a try tonight in the baths at the Inn… I am sure I will have plenty of privacy there to take your advice and let my mind focus on what it needs to without other interruptions…” *He would let Garafin know he required the bath for several hours of privacy once he returned, perhaps he would take an over night soak as he used to when he was badly damaged, giving them plenty of time to use the facilities before he took possession of them… He had to admit he wasn’t sure if Vivian was truly that sharp to have picked up on his state, or if in his age he was slipping, either way it was a touch embarrassing… She had then reached for his hand and he had caught hers, his fingers instantly curling around hers, noticing just how small they were… Feeling the warm gold band on her finger, knowing his own was thicker and larger but just as buffed and battered… He didn’t want to let her hand go for some reason, so rather than fight it he simply let himself hold her hand, the two talking in those moments… His heart needed to mellow out though, and he figured perhaps it had something to do with the fact he had a bare bones breakfast, just a bit of tea and toast… He was probably hungry and that was causing his system to go all sorts of wacko. The doctors did tell him that at his age he needed to stop eating like a youth and thinking it was fine to skip a meal or three, that it was time to slow down a bit and start eating normally, at least three meals a day if he wanted to keep up his muscle mass as well as his health…* “You may always tell me what you wish, Miss Vivian, I will never ask you to guard your tongue in regard to myself… You are perhaps right and I am thinking of too many things at once, I am admittedly guilty of it, and I will take your advice… Though if I walk into any walls, do you think I would have time to blame you, I fear I would be more worried trying to refrain from colorful language in the presence of a lady.” *He said, glad to hear her laugh, their fingers together a bit more before he had raised her hand to his lips to gently kiss the back of them, catching her blush as their hands remained entwined for a few more moments… He had asked if she might be hungry, indeed in their fun and talking the hours had sped by, and after a sift squeeze she had detangled her fingers from his own. He hadn’t even noticed the outside, indeed he had drawn the curtains in on the dark grey exterior and wrapped them up in the warm golden glow of the fire, which probably helped the hours slip by unnoticed. * “Between reading and talking I fear Father Time was raiding our hour larder… It is indeed that time… As for outside, I fear I drew in the curtains to close out the rather dismal grey, it also helps to keep the house warmer… I will check but as to anything particular, not today, I am sure we can find something…” *He got up then and moved to the window, only to swear very, very softly under his voice… Well no wonder if was blistering cold this morning, right along with how dark it was despite the sun having risen, it looked like a blizzard was blowing in… Thick white clusters were falling like mad and striking the window, he couldn’t see more than a few inches out into it, her entire yard was enveloped in white swirling clusters.* “Well… I can explain why it was colder this morning than the last few days… I fear that snow dump you were taking about has come, and if not, at least a very heavy fall… Until it has passed I fear I am rather an enforced house guest… That in mind… I can’t cook very many things I admit, and I am not sure what you can do, so we shall make an adventure of this luncheon…”
(06:25:23 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: .. she listened when he spoke on how if he did remain around longer.. to say.. investigate the little happenings between the brothers and their oddly chosen partners.. that it might well place him right in the middle of the busier times.. which would mean finding a place to stay in might be a little troublesome.. she nodded a little- .. it does get quite packed as the weather warms up.. there are a few festivities.. the larger events.. and then of course in Springtime are the weddings.. there will be a masque next season too, as there was not one in the events just passed.. and that usually brings them in from far and wide.. so.. yes I do agree..Garafin and Marabelle will have their hands full.. as will quite a lot of people around.. all the Paramours will be up to their elbows in requests.. the Moonlight tryst will be on their usual patrols.. doing what it is they do best.. you might well find it a little difficult to find a place to stay.. though I know Garafin would keep your room for you.. without hesitation.. he has extended afterall to try and keep up with the demand.. or so I have heard anyway.. .. she tilted her head when he said he might seek out a small house to rent.. or even taking up camping if she was going to be wandering about.. she laughed a little and shook her head- .. I do like to wander yes.. I am not much of a house bound mouse when the weather is warmer..I like to visit the pools when I can.. the surrounding forests.. the fields.. but no .. she waved her hand a little at him there- .. you don’t have to rent out a house.. you might well even find it hard pressed for that.. if you are indeed still in the area when it starts getting busy.. and you are indeed in need of a place to stay.. I do have a guest room.. it’s nothing fancy.. it’s simple.. just a bed, a small dresser and a cupboard.. when I returned here after everything had happened.. .. she motioned toward her closed eyes there.. her brows drawing inward a touch- .. uhh.. well I had a helper for a while.. as much as I tried to fight it.. I was a bit stubborn.. figured I didn’t need the help.. when I clearly did.. that’s where they stayed.. to make sure I was ok.. that I wasn’t able to hurt myself.. that I could learn how to be a little more self sufficient.. it took a while.. but I got a little better as time went on.. so really.. .. she tilted her head a little- .. the room is yours.. should you need it.. Come and go as you please..the only request I would have.. is that you don’t move the furniture.. .. she laughed a little- .. it makes things awkward when I start running into things… ..she offered a smile when he said he wished he had thought of protecting her hands before.. that it would have helped prevent the discomfort .. that he never wished for her to be in pain whilst assisting him..- .. I am fine really, it’s only very mild.. I have done worse on my own.. but thank you.. I appreciate you thinking of me.. I know the salve will work wonders.. and I might pop on some thin gloves when I go back to those books.. it might help a little more .. the had spoke then on flattery.. she teased him a little about courting.. he spoke on working hard to be honest with himself and others every day .. and how it was not so flattering.. that honesty and courting don’t match so terribly well.. that it wasn’t romantic.. and how courtship was meant to be.. wasn’t it?.. she pursed her lips together thoughtfully a moment..- ..I guess it all depends on what a person desires.. and I think it changes a lot.. with different factors.. wether it be something as simple as age.. or experience..as a youth you might well think you want something.. desperately even.. and then when you get older you come to realise that.. no.. it’s not really something you needed at all.. .. her hands lifted a little.. she tapped a finger to her chin- .. see.. I don’t know.. take myself for example.. since we are on the subject.. I am not one to want poetry and long walks.. the stuff hopeless romantics are made of.. those things.. that are all embedded in our minds by polite society.. which you yourself have just proven by thinking that courtship and romance worked hand in hand..I’ll take honesty, intelligence, respect and loyalty. Afterall.. a good man is a good man.. there’s never ever a need to put on a show .. or maybe I’m wrong.. and I’m the odd duck that doesn’t quite fit in with the rest of those white swans.. .. she laughed a little- .. I have heard about the shows some of the men around here put on to gain the attention of the women.. so many games are played with so many hearts.. it’s a bit sad to hear the dejection in the voices of those that have been let down.. those that have been forced to slide into a role that really is not so necessary.. it almost becomes a circus act.. small actions speak so much louder than the big vast displays.. at least in my book.. .. she tilted her head- .. Tell me.. did you court your lovely Jennah?....she was curious but not prodding.. making sure to word her questions in a light hearted fashion.. so they sounded more like.. simple easy words strung together more than personal probings.. she mentioned the fact there could well be a large amount of snow on its way.. how people could be easily snowed in..- .. I hope so.. I sincerely do.. admittedly everyone helps everyone out.. at the best of times.. the communities are fairly close knit.. but still the youth aren’t quite prepared for this weather.. why.. some of them would probably have never seen or experienced this before.. so they wouldn’t know what comes along with it.. still.. it’s not really something I can concern myself with too much.. not a great deal can be done.. and my worries will do nothing more than to make me unsettled.. she asked him if he enjoyed being a King.. or being just Finn as he put it.. he fell silent then.. and she paused.. waiting quietly.. just remaining still.. peering in his direction or so she hoped anyway.. listening out for his breathing.. - .. do you think that Jacob would want your crown Finn?.. . she would settle back in her chair there.. her hands coming down to rest upon her lap.. fingers gently interlaced..- .. it would mean he would have to move from his home.. from his parents.. from his work.. it would mean his family would be uprooted.. his children.. and then what of Rose.. to be torn between two kingdoms?.... she rubbed her lips together-
(06:25:31 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: of course this is all simply assumptions…for I could never be privy to their thought patterns.. but I don’t know.. I will honestly say I have often thought Jacob would remain here until it was his time to take that final journey.. this is his home.. he finally has all his puzzle pieces.. his family.. his Mother and Father have married.. he has close friends.. he has his children and his wife..the ability to follow his dreams with his medicine.. .. her head inclined- .. what would you do.. if it came down to that.. if at the end of it all.. he did through some reason.. I could just not fathom.. stepped up to take that crown.. what would You yourself do Finn?.. do you have plans?.. or are you just playing it all by ear.. taking it as it comes?..if you don’t mind me asking of course.. .. he had started reading to her.. picking up her favourite book.. she settled in with her small handmade quilt.. resting against the back of the chair.. she prompted him.. as they went on.. asking if he would maybe delve into the darkness for her.. to settle his.. somewhat warring mind.. she had heard it in his voice.. there was something there.. deep down.. she of course had no idea what it was.. but he seemed a little unsettled..- .. that sounds lovely, you should yes if you are able.. I am not saying it will work perfectly, it might not work at all.. but I think its worth a shot.. I don’t know what is on your mind Finn, all I know is.. you sound perhaps a little.. weighted every so often.. and I do understand that with the whole mess that surrounds your crown and your kingdom.. that alone would cause any person a great deal of stressors.. just try and breathe and find a path through it is the only advice I can give.. I wish I could help you more.. .. she had reached for his hand.. and he took hers.. he responded.. their fingers intertwined there a moment and she gave a little squeeze.. offering him a smile.. - .. we are all guilty of over thinking things.. I fear it is just how we are made up.. sometimes I think we enjoy stressing ourselves out to the point of frustration.. .. she laughed when he said he was more afraid of using colourful language around her than for running into walls whilst blindfolded- .. I have heard it all.. and quite possibly more than you realise.. and have uttered more than my fair share when I have run into walls.. .. she laughed - .. don’t mind your tongue.. really.. it’s fine.. .. she patted his hand.. their fingers released.. she asked him what it was like outside.. before he spoke on the snow dump having come a bit earlier than was expected- .. Oh dear.. .. her brows furrowed.. she nodded- .. right then.. well.. I guess we were to be prepared.. maybe it will settle in a while.. will just have to wait it out and see.. ..she placed her hands down upon the arms of the chair there and moved to stand.. placing the quilt back to rest over its arm.. - .. as for you being an enforced house guest.. really.. don’t be silly.. .. she chuckled- .. I think you have done more than earn your keep reading to me in the past couple of hours.. so thank you..really.. .. she brushed her hands down against her sides there- .. and no.. I can cook just fine.. you don’t need to do anything.. just settle in and relax.. I’ll organise something for the both of us.. you have done more than your fair share on this one day alone.. please.. .. her hands clasped together there.. waiting until he had sunk back down to sit.. or move t where-ever he had desired to before she would move back through into the kitchen area- .. You can have a look at the room if you wanted.. just in case you are around for longer.. that way you’l have an idea of what I mean when I say it is basic, might not be your cup of tea.. .. she called out to him.. the house itself was more like a cottage.. it was small and cosy.. the living area was opened up for easy access for her to move around.. and off to the side were a few doors.. there was the spare guest room.. which was as she had described it.. basically furnished.. it had a bed.. a small dresser.. a cupboard and a lantern .. there was a window that showed the green house.. beside that was her own room which was not much different.. far from being cluttered as she had to get around.. her dresser held many different coloured bottles or perfumes, hairclips and bangles.. her cupboard slightly opened held an array of coloured clothing.. and upon a hook the dress she wore on the day she met Rose.. the one that had a skirt like brightly coloured butterfly wings.. the inside of the cottage was furnished lightly.. the two chairs.. the table .. a desk.. lanterns.. the fireplace.. books so very many books.. drawn pictures here and there of people she knew.. people she had met.. there was an adorably cute one.. small in a wooden oval frame upon the mantle of her and one of her sons.. drawn with a perfect hand whoever had done it certainly had a gift.. it showed her properly.. the pair of them facing as one would for a portrait.. with her eyes open and a brilliant smile on both their faces.. she had busied herself in that kitchen.. having the oven turned on which filled the room up with such a lush warmth.. four small ramekins upon the counter top.. plied with fresh root vegetables and light on spice..a mixture of potato and pumpkin upon the top before they were placed within the oven carefully.. very carefully.. before she would go about measuring out the flour.. the sugar.. tapping her fingers across the filled fruit bowl in search for the lemons.. - .. I should have asked perhaps.. is there anything you really don’t like to eat? Or cant eat for that matter..
(06:10:26 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
says to '...Eyes of the Fallen..: *Spring and weddings… He had honestly forgotten that time of year often saw young hearts in a fever and many a vow taken. One tends to forget such things when other matters come to the front, and though he often signed many a congratulation letter to each new couple, that was as far as his involvement went. After all, what reason does an old, widowed man have in weddings?* “I am sure he would keep my room for me, and though I am well aware he has grown his Inn to accommodate a larger influx of people, I am well aware that if he got one more than space allowed he would give up his own quarters.” *Plus a small house would give him more privacy, though at the same time it was also more work, so it wasn’t without it’s drawbacks in that regard… Still, the ability to come and go without notice, well that was something he would gladly take up a few chores for… Though those reasons… Were his own. She mentioned being a bit of a roving soul when the weather allowed, and he teased a bit about taking up camping to follow her about a bit, hearing her laugh made the teasing worth it…* “Pools?” *He instantly thought of her naked and swimming in the moonlight, sleek and white as cream, and just and instantly he shot the mental image down and kicked himself for such a thought in the first place! Today was just one of those days were a puckish satire was going to plague his mind and make his entire time miserable. It didn’t happen often, but admittedly, some days he struggled with base urges that were beneath any self respecting elf… Right on the hells of that thought she offered to let him share a house with her, that she had a spare room for such a purpose, explaining how it had come about. He remained silent as she told him how it had been hard to adjust to her lack of sight, her stubbornness having made it a bit harder than it could have been, though in the end she had proven herself well enough to handle things on her own for the most part. He was not sure many other people could have done the same in her position… He chuckled softly when she mentioned that all she asked was he not move the furniture.* “I think, Miss Vivian, that I am capable of resisting my inner prankster and the urge to rearrange everything but in the same position as they had been before. Putting a chair where a table once sat, for instance, or an ottoman for a stack of pillows?” *He would never do such a thing of course, but it was nice to tease her back, if only a little bit. They spoke on the salve and how it was sure to work, her thanking him for thinking of her, as if it wasn’t a perfectly natural thing to do… Her mentioning wearing a pair of thin gloves so that the cutting and drying out of her poor hands might be spared…* “I think that a fine idea… A pair of soft cotton would do well I think… With, perhaps, a bit of rubber on the finger tips so that you might grip things better without fear of them slipping on the fabric.” *He had seen something similar when it came down to the archery gloves some men and women wore when hunting, it gave them better control over the shaft, allowing for a cleaner and stronger shot once the tension was released. He was sure something similar could be drummed up in an instant, it would not be terribly hard to do at all, and if it worked then he would feel a bit less guilty for her injuries assisting him. They spoke then on courtship and he was always one to think that he was… Poorly suited to the task… Abysmally so… It was not that he did not have romantic feelings, that was so very far from the truth though he would not admit such to just anybody, rather this was just that…. Well… Wasn’t it about being soft and sweet with ones words, acts of devotion and sweet gifts, secret posies of flowers with hidden messages? He felt he was far too blunt in word and deed for such things, and that flattery on his half would end up coming out either as a terribly farce, or a complete tragedy…* “I don’t think you are an odd duck… I think one should be led by the heart in such matters, and as you said, we think and feel differently as we age… You men and women burn with bright passions and ideals, they are just learning what lust and love are, and in that mix come some very…. Interesting courtships…” *He had seen more than a few that were quite interesting, some entertaining, and some he had downright thanked the Weaver that he was way too old and a widow so he would not have to even imagine replicating such a feat…* “I think much and more of it is natural, the grand displays are a bit like peacocks, and men are meant to capture the women’s attentions and affections… However…” *He said after a pause, watching her as she looked at him without her eyes, knowing she knew where he was somehow even when he was silent. It was a little odd, and yet to him a bit natural, but then again a lot of things felt natural with Vivian… It was a part of that warm, welcoming charm she had about him that he had liked instantly, wanting to be around her more often because that very nature of hers draw him like a cold traveler to a warm hearth.* “Not all men are peacocks, and not all women are pea hens, I think we are all a bit different in our courtship… Some of us are more like pheasants, others are quail, it’s the grand displays that are left to Swans and Albatross with their elaborate displays…* *He was probably more of an Owl or a Falcon personally… He was less so about displays and more about providing… A good home, food, protection… To him those were his version of chocolates, flowers, and poorly executed poetry… She had asked if he had courted his Jannah and he had to pause again… She had a way of lifting lids off of chests inside himself he had not realized she could reach into, shaking off the dust of time in his mind and his heart, making him take stock of what he had locked up so many years ago… How did she manage to do that? No one, not the most skilled courtesan nor the sweetest virgin could reach down into him and leaf through the pages of his life, and at this point he wasn’t sure if he was in love with her doing it or entirely unsettled… As of this moment? The jury was out… Blessedly.* “I did… and yet I did not court Jannah… We were betrothed, an arranged marriage, she had been sworn to me from the age of ten, and we were to be married when she came of age… It was just how it was done…”
(06:10:44 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *Jannah had come to him when she first flowered, a poor, fragile little girl with big beautiful eyes… He had been seventeen, and in no way interested in the skinny, somewhat odds and ends package he had been given. Still, it was a contract, and he would not shame himself or his family with refusing what had been designed for the betterment of his lands and people. It was another two years before Jannah blossomed, and though she was never going to be a strong woman in form or figure, there was a delicate sort of beauty to her… She was not a heart stopper, and many people would say that she would never truly be beautiful, her face too round to be anything more than cute… But when she spoke or smiled at him in that special way she had, she could bring him to his knees, that adorably solemn baby owl face of hers more dear to him than himself…* “We had a few years of her around me before she became a woman, so we were well acquainted with one another, though it wasn’t until two years into our marriage that we actually… Looked at each other as more than just a King and his Consort… She had just turned sixteen and I was nineteen and one day I turned to her and saw that she had become a woman somehow without me noticing really… By that point we were more friends than anything else, and aside from the customary bedding, we hadn’t even done so much as hold hands… Even our rooms were separate…” *Though that had not lasted long… When they had finally seen each other as more than just… Someone they lived with, when there was a true chance at something warmer, sweeter than a once a month bedroom visit… Well things changed… And admittedly, rather quickly… Of course, they had known each other for six years by that point, they were familiar with each other just… Not in love… Not yet… Not romantically, anyways…* “By that time we knew each other, but not romantically, and it was… Interesting… Courting your wife is… A novel thing… I did indeed court her but not in a way that would be… Normal. Not to most… It started off with buying her little pocket books with funny stories… Stuffed animals… I know, it’s a bit childish, but she never did outgrow her love of them… I fixed her broken music box she had brought with her from her parents Kingdom… I taught her how to draw a bow though, my poor sweet wife, could not have shot the broad side of a very big barn if she tried…” *Oh bless her, but Jannah was a horrible, horrible shot… When they hunted together, it was with the falcons and nothing else, the idea of setting his poor wife loose on some poorer animals was both sad and yet wickedly funny… He had teased her about it often only to get a pillow to the face, resulting in an all out war between them, landing the room cluttered with random lumps of fluffy things and feathers everywhere.* “I don’t remember how it started, or if it ever truly ended, but I think in the scheme of romance I am not a sweet suitor… I am blunt and a little coarse even, and Jannah used to swear I did not have a romantic bone in my body, I could not stomach the idea of poetry and chocolates were something I just did not understand the meaning of… That being said… What of your own husband? You say you prefer smaller actions and honesty… Is that how he courted you?” *Turn about was fair play at the end of the day after all… After a bit of time she spoke on the amounts of snow due to drop any day now, how the community was close nit and helped each other out, but many of the youths would not know what to do to save their lives. He didn’t think it would be too bad… A few of the older, stronger men and women of the community would go and check on the younger, no one would starve or suffer terribly. For those who struggled, it was a learning opportunity, a chance to understand what hunger and cold were and how to prevent such a thing happening next year…* “A little cold and a little hunger never hurt anyone permanently… Many of those who do not know what to do are not parents yet I am sure, any trials they might face are leaning lessons, and they will do well to remember them for the next year.” *She had asked if he enjoyed being a king or not, and he had answered her truthfully though perhaps not in a way she might have wanted, stating he might not have a choice in the end… Mentioning Jacob might get the crown if things did not change… She had asked him those questions then, if he thought Jacob would want it which he knew the young man would not, and Rosamund herself no matter how strong would crack under the pressure… Anyone would… She asked what he might do if Jacob did indeed step up and take his place, if he had any plans, or if he was just winging it…* “Jacob will not take the crown… I knew it before I even told him of the possibility… From what I had seen and heard of him, from meeting him myself, he is not a man who is made to rule at all… His heart would turn to ash in such a position… Rosamund herself would most likely break under the stress…” *He was no fool, nor was he blind to what was going on, and he had known the moment he had met Jacob that nothing was going to come of it… Yet he had no options… Melima was unmarried, and so far as he knew from what he was being told, not pregnant with an heir… He himself was heirless because of what Theon had done to himself, foolish youth and the damned surface, in one trip he had lost his son and his son in turn had lost everything… He released a soft sigh a moment later, reaching up to run his hands over his face, ruffling his hair up before smoothing it down as if such actions could shake off the tension or the displeasing thoughts running through his head…* “If I were able to step down… I wanted to leave… I wanted to be my own person… I have been the heir apparent, the prince regent, the King for as long as I have been alive… I was born to fill a role but I don’t want to believe it is all I am meant to do…”
(06:10:56 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *He wanted to know…. Who he was without a crown… He wanted to be free… He should have had that by now, his son Theon was almost thirty, more than old enough to of have taken the throne and had more than several children by now if his wife was able… Yet none of that might come to pass, ever. She mentioned that she thought he was stressed out, that she thought if he robbed himself of his sight temporarily that it might help him see things differently, might allow him to center himself in a way that would allow him to sort through the trouble within his own mind… He wished it were something as simple as the lies in the record books, the mess there the only cause for his distress, but it was not so simple… Worse too he was starting to fear… And wonder… About this way Vivian had about her… In the span of a few days she had made him think and feel more things than anyone had in the last twenty… That was terrifying in it’s own way…* “Anything is worth trying at least once I think… I apologize that my thoughts are coming through in the silence, truly, I do not wish to burden you with them… I will try the blind fold…” *Their hands met, linked, held close… He teased her a little about cussing as he ran into walls, fearing she might hear a thing or two from him if they were together on such a day, her own admitting she had cursed a time or two from a similar event… He chuckled before their hands separated and he felt the void her hand left in his palm, the two speaking on luncheon onto to find out they were indeed either being snowed in, or stuck in the midst of a sort of blizzard…* “I fear so… I do promise not to bother you for long, it is one thing to visit, another to be stranded… I fear I might make poor company.” *He said he could cook, to which she told him not to worry about it, she herself could cook just fine… That instead, he should settle in and relax or go to look at the spare bedroom she had been talking about, to which he decided on the later… He didn’t feel right resting while others were working… The room was easy to find, the cottage was sweet and simple in it’s make up, resulting in perfect flow of both warmth and navigation of space… The room would serve him just fine though… He might just beg her to let him bring in a bigger bed… He would roll right off the full sized mattress in there three times over in the span of half a night he was sure… Over all though everything else was more than sufficient… He stepped away and as he walked he saw her room was open and he fought quite the savage battle internally… It was her room… It was private… It was a LADIES room… Yet he couldn’t help peeking… Just a little one… Catching all the books in there, the pictures, the adorable little portrait one by an artist who had more then plenty skill… The dress caught and held his attention greatly, imagining Vivian in that, her long legs on display… Did she wear stockings? Or bare legged? When the wind played about did she have to hold the skirt down? He saw that it was a strapless gown as well as he wondered what Vivians shoulders might look like… Did she have a strong or delicate clavicle? Were her shoulders soft and round? What of her shoulder blades? And then his thoughts went to how her cleavage might be displayed and he physically pinched himself for that one with a sharp mental reprimand. He was pathetic. He heard her cooking, moving around this and that, hearing her ask if there was anything he didn’t like or allergic to…* “Only bananas… For some reason, I am allergic to bananas, though we don’t get them enough to be a problem… Aside from that I will simply be grateful for what ever you can spare me.”
(21:22:51 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
: -settles in-
(23:00:53 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: ..she had told him he was more than welcome to take up the spare room should the Inn suddenly become over-run with guests.. if he felt he was going to become a bit of a burden to Garafin.. she had a guest room, it was nothing special, nothing fancy .. very basic with a bed, a cupboard and a small dresser .. the only condition was that he did not re-arrange her furniture .. she didn’t care much for coming out in the morning and tripping over things that were not in the place she always knew them to be.. she couldn’t help the laugh at his response.. shaking her head a little- .. Now now.. Are you telling me Finn that you have an inner prankster?.. .. she tilted her head finding the idea all rather amusing- ..and here I thought you were also very straight laced and proper.. .. she tutted him clearly very entertained..- .. the offer however remains.. should you need it, it’s there. No pressure, no stress if you don’t need it, or want it.. the room remains vacant anyway.. I have a lovely lady that drops in every so often to keep it tidy.. ..her hands came down to rest there upon her lap.. they spoke on courting.. the ways they both understood it and its definitions.. she asked him if he had courted his wife.. listening to his answer on how they were sworn to one another from a very young age.. she nodded her head..- .. it’s all very interesting to hear.. being more or less promised to someone from a young age.. it seems to work well for some.. perhaps not for others.. .. he gave a little more detail on the things he did.. buying his wife pocket books with funny little stories.. and stuffed animals.. she laughed a little and nodded her head .. not childish at all.. soft toys can bring such comfort.. and shows a softer side to the giver.. it shows you listened enough .. you noticed enough to know what it was she would like most.. she nodded when you spoke on teaching his wife how to use a bow- .. I used to be quite good at it.. hunting and the like.. it was quite rare for a shot of mine to go awry .. that’s lovely though, that you had a go and tried to teach her.. I imagine she had a lot of fun regardless!.... he spoke on not having a romantic bone in his body.. how he couldn’t stomach the idea of poetry and chocolates were something he could not quite understand the meaning of.. - .. Well everyone is a little different, and I think a lot of it comes from how we were brought up.. if it were around you it might be different.. poetry has a place.. and a time.. though you are right.. it’s not so easily handled.. some do it well.. and some do it terribly.. I am not a huge fan of it.. at best I don’t understand a lot of it.. I enjoy books.. and reading.. stories of far away places and fanciful things.. even those that are a little bit dark.. the ones that mae you sit up and pay attention.. as for my Husband.. .. she offered a smile there.. a little dip of her head- .. I do prefer smaller actions.. and honesty..I was completley oblivious to his courtship rituals at first.. I had no idea.. .. she laughed a little shaking her head.. twisting a little then.. she drew open the small drawer that was in the table beside her.. drawing out a small wooden box.. before she placed it down upon her lap.. she turned the clasp.. opening it before she turned it around.. in the direction she figured him to be.. inside were a bundle of tightly folded very colourful origami cranes- ..he used to leave me these.. I would find them at my desk at temple.. upon the library shelves.. out in the community green house.. at first I had no idea who was doing it.. I found it kind of cute.. a little mysterious.. until I noticed one of them had a small bit of writing beneath its many folds.. so I went back and looked.. and each and everyone revealed a small note.. Someone had been helping me.. little odd jobs here and there.. refilling the fountain in the green house.. restacking the books in the library.. I even came home once to a mail box filled with tangerines.. .. she laughed a little- ..I would wake in winter and find my path way cleared .. all the snow having been shovelled at some point in the very early hours… I used to ask my neighbours if they had seen anyone around but everyone kept quite quiet about it.. which was eternally frustrating.. I wanted to thank this mysterious person.. Christmas had come around.. and I had received a small box with another crane inside it.. this one with directions and a time.. outside of my property in the evening.. and much to my friends dismay.. who was fearful for my safety.. . she smiled- .. I went.. my curiosity was far to high.. he had hung my Christmas lights for me.. it wasn’t fancy.. or perfect.. it was a bit wonky if I am to be completely honest.. .. she laughed- .. but he came out and introduced himself properly.. he was the local tailors apprentice. I knew of him but had never really had anything to do with him.. he was sporting quite a bruise.. and I fear though he never admitted it that he had fallen off my roof whilst installing those lights.. .. her brows drew in a little- .. never the less.. this was when I was around.. 17 .. I think neither of us knew what to do really.. so it was very awkward.. but we became such wonderful friends for years.. it took us maybe two years to even share something as simple as a kiss.. .. her cheeks coloured a little- .. but he was a beautiful man.. inside and out.. extremely funny.. and as they say.. time flies when you’re having fun.. .. they spoke on Jacob and Rose and how she felt the youth would not take the crown.. it just didn’t seem like something Jacob would do.. or need for that matter.. she nodded when he felt the same way.. - .. I agree I don’t think he would handle the stress so well.. he’s still so very young.. seen a lot for someone of his years.. he’s been to war.. survived the surface.. and now he has a family.. and by no means a small one.. .. she asked him what he would do.. if he was given the chance to step down.. she heard the sigh.. the ruffling of his hair.. her brows furrowed a moment.. she could tell he was not comfortable.. he had such a weight upon his shoulders and mind.- .. Do you want to step down Finn?.. Do you want to give yourself a chance to find out who you are? Family, crown and name aside?.. You can do whatever you want to do.. I believe though there may be a road we are meant to wander on.. it doesn’t mean we cant deviate every now and then.. or even permanently.. I’d like to believe we have more control over our own destinies .. and that its not already planned out for us.. but I could be wrong.. Maybe you should use the time.. you have now.. to see if you can just be.. Finn.. with no titles.. just be yourself.. get yourself mucky and dirty.. dig your fingers into the soil and muddle in with the common folk..
(23:01:04 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: .. she gave him a bit of a teasing smile there.. - .. see howthe other half lives.. .. she told him to try the blindfold.. that it could help.. shaking her head when he said he was burdening her- .. you’re not burdening me at all.. nothing like that.. and you’re not a bother.. to you can stop that right now.. if I didn’t want to be in your company I wouldn’t.. I get to choose who I spend my days off with afterall.. .. she gave his hand a little bit of a squeeze there before she move to rise.. she would go and put this lunch on.. some little vegetable casseroles with a layer of cheese and potato on the top.. some lush herbs and a little spice.. settling them into the oven as she told him to go for a wander.. to go look at the guest room if he was wanting to .. she asked if there was anything he wasn’t fond of or couldn’t eat.. taking note of his reply as she pulled a few lemons over.. gently rubbing off the rind.. juicing the fruit there as she poured some flour into one of the bowls- ..How long to you expect the records mess to take to .. well.. correct itself?.. do you have a timeframe it has to be done by? Or are you pretty much a free agent?.... she would call out to him as she tipped the sugar into the bowl along with the rest.. a little water.. some milk.. - .. I’d like to hear about your Son.. if you’re willing to share.. if not.. I completely understand..I am just intrigued by people and their stories..
(00:37:42 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
says to '...Eyes of the Fallen..: *He liked having a back up option… Or several if things allowed to be so very fortuitous. He had learned long ago that to rely on one set outcome was to basically ensure that it failed, and failed gloriously no less. He had taken up the habit to expect at least seven things to happen every single day, and then plan out a solution to every single one, sometimes more than one solution just to make sure he was prepared. It might be seen as exhaustive, redundant, or even a little a little obsessive but at least every day he had a plan to get out of just about any tight fix or uncomfortable situation. She had given him a chance though, a back up should things shift, and he was not going to turn down her very kind offer… Though perhaps he was a little bit of a tease as he did so, which for him was a rare thing, he only teased when he truly felt… Comfortable with someone. The idea of changing things about, putting chairs where a table once was, or a table with a stack of cleverly placed books… It was a little funny, a little wicked, and not something he would honestly do… Well… Mostly… But seeing the smile there as she laughed… It seemed she thought it was quite the amusing thing indeed.* “I admit I do… A little one though. Nothing too terribly mean, little horns on him I am afraid, the greatest prank I did was vanishing ink in the college during exams…” *No one had figured out who it was either, and of course this was all before the day he had been crowned, but in those days… He had, once in a while, allowed himself to be himself… Not the Prince but just Finn… It was what had helped him from becoming a perfect replica of his father, not that his father was a bad man, not at all… Chodorae was well respected and admired, but no one could call him warm or feeling, he was too… Detached for it… He just could not love like people loved, or hate as other people did, he was just serene at all times… Which made for a wonderful king… But a lonely father figure.* “If things come to such a point, I will gladly take you up on it Miss Vivian, and consider myself quite lucky to have such. Thank you.” *The conversation went to courting, and he saw they had a few things in common in that area, how neither of them could truly understand the more…. Grand shows of affection… She had asked if he had courted Jannah and he had admitted the truth of it, that he had been married to her for two years before they even saw each other as more than just someone they grew up around, though blessedly once they got over that glass wall it was all smooth… While it lasted.* “I know that it isn’t always the best but sometimes it works out as you said… For those that it does not, well we are an open people, and lovers are not uncommon. Even in royal marriages it is almost expected for one or both partners to take on a lover, especially in situations where the marriages are arranged, it tends to keep everything fare more…. Pleasant?” *He spoke on how he had courted her, and how she was sadly quite a terrible shot with a bow, the small little things that had meant the world to him.* “I think she did, though she did hate having to go fetch her arrows, sometimes they went so wide of the mark it was an adventure just to find them. I find it surprising that you used to hunt, so many women consider it an indelicate pastime, but in truth it is amazingly practical to have such a skill. Jannah would have idolized you and your ability.” *But Jannah had a way of taking something a person did and making it out as if it were simply the greatest thing she had ever seen. She knew how to make a person feel special and valued, and it was that talent that had made her an excellent queen, and a very loving person in her own right. They spoke on how courtship was a little different for everyone, but at the end of the day they just weren’t the chocolate and poetry kind of people, their tastes lying elsewhere. He had asked her then to relate how her husband had courted her, and he listened silently, a slight smile on his face as she related the little adventures… Her beau had been subtle and sneaky, leaving multiple little notes for her in the form of paper cranes as well as smaller things that made her life easier, refilling water fountains and shoveling walk ways… Hanging her lights for her at Christmas before admitting who he was… Silent through her whole story he had to pause and wonder for a moment about Jannah… Would he have done the same? Probably not… If things had not been lined up for them as they had, he knew in his heart that he and Jannah would have never actually courted, never married… She would probably still be alive today… The truth was that he and Jannah were two very, very different people, they were just very lucky to have fallen in love the way they did…* “He sounds like a King of Elves Miss Vivian… I can see how very much you miss him in the way you talk about him… The way you blush when you talk about your first kiss, and the little movements of your brows before they draw in over your nose, showing your focusing on your memories… I would have been honored to have known such a man.” *Talk then turned to the crown, and though Jacob had the right heart to be a good ruler, the mind and soul were different matters entirely… He knew that, no matter how things ran, Jacob did not wish to be a king… He felt that if it came to a point where there were no other option that yes, Jacob would do the proper thing, and he would take up the mantle but he would sacrifice all he was for something he did not want… Which, in the end, was what made great rulers… A man who wants power will be corrupted by it, but a man who wants none of it and yet handles it with dignity, that is a true and just ruler… Still, the thoughts racing about his hair made him sigh, running his hands through his hair because he was truly at the wall and unable to find a way past it… Not without… He shook his head and sighed again, leaning back against the chair, looking to her in silence before he would reply.* “I am the only son of my father, who I want to be has not been something I had a choice in for a very long time, and for all the benefits and ease I have had in my life I am honor bound to fulfill my duty…”
(00:38:01 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
says to '...Eyes of the Fallen..: *And he had been… Year in… Year out… Most days it was simply what he was, who he was, what was due for the comfortable life he led. He would have liked to have stepped down ten years ago and taken the time to travel, to go live with the Dwarves for a few years, to experiment and create… To really let go one night and get properly drunk, to live like a man half his years, to allow something less than a noble nature dictate his waking moments for once… It was his time to be allowed that, and yet because of Theon and his bad choices, his son’s inability to close off his lustier nature… He was not allowed that opportunity…* “We are all threads in a tapestry… We will be dyed different colors in various parts of our lives, some moments the tension will be quite strong, other times so loose we fear nothing is stable around us… Yet we all come together at different times, in different ways, each of us contributing in the great Tapestry of life…” *He said, rubbing his fingers at his temple lightly, pushing the hair back as he spoke…* “We have choices, we have the freedom to do that, but we are not free from the consequences of our choices…” *Gods knew he was far more aware of that than most… He wasn’t sure what she was doing with her words though… Did she want him to just be Finn? Or was this just one of those moments when someone is trying to put a bit of plaster over a cut? He knew she wasn’t going to speak him sweet, he trusted her to be an honest, truthful woman and he valued her opinion greatly… More so, he noticed, than some of those he knew for many more years than he did her… A slightly saddening thought… He would have jumped at the chance though, and he didn’t really know if she knew that or not, that he honestly was finding the crown heavier each year and knowing that it was high time to hand it down to another… Yet none was there to be handed down to…* “If you only knew, Miss Vivian….” *He said softly. When the snowfall came in like mad, he apologized ahead of time, though in truth neither of them could have really known this was going to happen. He certainly hadn’t planned it. He felt guilty for the most part, feeling as if he were burdening her a bit, if only because he had brought no food to restock her larder that she was now going to be spending on him. He had looked over the rooms while she began cooking, coming out to throw another log onto the fire, keeping it pleasantly warm, but far from stuffy or hot… He filled a kettle with water from a near by pitcher and put it over the fire a bit away from the center source, allowing the steam to keep the air from becoming far too dry and itchy, not wanting Vivian herself to be uncomfortable. She began to ask about a time table or if there was anything he had to hold himself to a tight schedule, or if it was more of one of those loose and free things… He came to stand outside of the kitchen as he spoke so she wouldn’t have to holler, plus it let him watch her work, something he found utterly fascinating given her unique position.* “I have a season to do it in… The winters in my home are colder than they are here, but the climate doesn’t allow for much snow fall, though the lake and steams freeze over nearly solid… There are no fields to sew during this time, and we are truly lucky to have fertile lands, so we never know want in the leaner months… As such, there are no real pressing matters of state for me to attend to so I can leave the smaller details in the hands of my council, they can hold things over for me until I return. As for the records… I don’t see them taking longer than two months to repair and restore all the information… The why of it though… That might take months or even years to sort out.” *She asked then about Theon… No one knew what happened but him and the court physician… He had no one he could talk about it with… No one who could then understand the pressure he was under… And… He felt Vivian… She could keep secrets…And more than that… He trusted her… Not something he did lightly, or often, but there it was…* “His name was Theon… Theon Greyjoy Melehtë… He… Well…” *He said, rubbing his hands over his face again, leaning against the doorjamb going into the kitchen… Yes, he had decided to share the story with her but… It didn’t make the telling an easy, or a straight forward process…* “He was fascinated with the surface, so on his 18th birthday I allowed him to take a one year tour of it, to explore and do all he wished before he would return home and take a bride… I got letters once a week… Then once a month… Then none at all for a bit before suddenly I received a letter saying he had fallen in love with a girl from the surface… I was against it and it got him angry, and I didn’t hear anything for months and months, then the year was up… And Theon didn’t come back… So… I had to go and fetch him. It was my first, and last trip to the surface, and I fear it did not endear me to it…” *It was dirty… Smelly… The people were rude… The language of Common was rough and crass against his ears, like sand paper, rasping and scraping against ears that had only ever known the melodious nature of their own language and the strong but educated language of the dwarves… He had had someone try to steal his purse the first night, and his life the next, and he had decided from then on that the lot as a whole could have very precious few redeeming qualities… Certainly not enough to allow him any sort of kinder feelings towards humans or the surface in general. It took him over a month to find Theon but when he had, the damage was far gone and worse, so…. So much worse…* “It came to pass that my Son fell in love with a Vampyre… In his youth he promised her an eternity of love and in his lust, he allowed her to feed from him and seal his own fate, and the fate of my entire blood line… The future of my people… When you said I had a lot on my mind… My situation being so dire… Now… You know why…” *Theon was Undead and so far, no one had found any information in any books or scrolls or… Anything to reverse it… Theon had been the Undead for twelve years, and he had not even seen his son in that long because Theon was forever banned from Arvandor now, and he was banned from seeing his own child for fear of contamination…
(04:38:52 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: ..she listened when he spoke about his vanishing ink pranks.. lifting her hand there as she wagged a finger at him- .. My my.. that’s just positively naughty! .. she laughed and shook her head.. he sounded so very straight laced.. so proper.. that everything would be in his world done by the book.. so to hear he had a bit of a wild side all be it a bit small was a bit of a surprise indeed.. she nodded when he accepted her offer of the guest room- .. anytime really, I meant it when I said it.. Come and go as you please.. I am not so easily disturbed when I rest.. .. they spoke a little more about his lovely Jennah then and how he had in some small ways courted her.. mentioning teaching her how to use a bow and how it was pretty dismal but that his wife must have had a lot of fun whilst they played about.. she gave a little shrug of her shoulders when he said that so many women considered hunting a little indelicate..- .. do I appear to be a delicate woman to you Finn?.... she tilted her head .. wearing a smile there as she awaited his answer- .. perhaps so.. given you find it surprising.. I enjoyed it.. the thrill of it.. the fact it takes a great deal of strength and skill to be able to handle the bow correctly.. and the satisfaction on hitting your marker.. especially if it’s a moving target.. well.. you can’t bottle that.. .. she nodded- .. I tried a few times..after I had lost my sight .. with the help of a few others.. and whilst I am able to use my hearing.. to pick up on the sounds of the birds.. the animals.. the fear remains that I am unable to separate friend from foe.. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I was to hurt someone.. .. he had asked her about her dear Husband and his courting habits.. she told him of a few.. the smaller sweeter ones.. the notes.. the lights.. the little odd jobs here and there he spoke on her husband being like a King of Elves and she couldn’t help the smile- .. he was certainly very special.. and I felt honoured to have known him.. .. her cheeks coloured a little more when he spoke about how he could see how much she missed her husband.. from the tone in her voice.. the blush on her cheeks…her facial expressions even as small as they may have been.. - .. he’l never be far from my heart no.. none of them will.. as I am sure.. .. she lifted her hand to place it atop her heart there- .. your Jennah is not far from yours.. .. a soft somewhat bittersweet smile there as she settled to sit properly.. exhaling a little..her lips rubbing together.. she tilted her head a little when he called her Miss Vivian for the umpteenth time.. - .. just Vivian.. or shall I start referring to you as Master Finn? .. she laughed a little and nodded.. they had separated.. her moving down into the kitchen whilst he wandered about her small cottage.. she prepared the lunch.. the savouries within the oven.. the sweets well on their way.. her head tilted forward as if she were watching her fingers at work.. though it was simply a very old habit.. she asked if he was on a timeline at all.. did he have a set time he had to be gone by.. she was indeed curious.. she was.. in someways beginning to enjoy his company.. she found him intriguing.. so very interesting.. it had been so long since she had someone to talk to at length like this.. polite conversations whilst they were fun.. and informative.. well they only ever went so far.. this.. this was just so nice.. and it was doing wonders for the grey matter.. he spoke on having a season to do so.. hearing his voice coming in a little closer as he must have moved toward the kitchen door.. allowing her to lower her voice a little more.. - .. So you have a bit of time ahead of you then.. .. she nodded with a smile.. reaching to glide her fingers across the hooks upon the wall.. the spoon shapes and lengths till she found the one she required..- .. no need to rush then.. good.. good.. .. she nodded.. stiring the now yellow coloured batter in the bowl there.. - .. its possible we may never know the why of it.. but I guess.. sorting them out will always take precedence.. and maybe sometime down the line.. everything else will come to light.. the truth is bound to come out one day…... she asked him about his son.. she was curious he had mentioned this son of his a few times.. though not at any great length.. so she gave him the opportunity to offer up the information or to let it settle.. she wouldn’t push.. she made sure to word her questions lightly.. so he knew the option for an out was there.. he however decided to tell her of this Theon.. how his boy had a fascination for the surface.. she nodded her head- .. so many do.. I know I myself was curious.. so many around here have taken to wander upthere.. some do ok.. some never return.. some come back a little more broken than they left.. .. he spoke on the letters and how after a while they simply stopped coming.. before he went and fetched his son himself.. she ipped the batter into the little white ramekins.. picking up on the sounds.. all of it to know when she was to stop.. before she would capture a finger there and taste that sweet lemony mixture.. she sprinkled the tops with sugar.. a little hot water.. before they too settled down upon the lower shelf of the oven.. he spoke on the surface being not quite what he expected.. at least that’s what she was taking from what he said- .. I was the same.. I guess people must have talked it up.. or we would have never gone.. .. she rubbed her lips together- .. We should never have gone.. .. she shook her head.. reaching for a towel there to wipe her hands before she placed a couple of plates down upon the table.. drawing out some cutlery.. though she ended up putting two knives down before him and two forks down before her.. the ramekins upon their tray were taken from the stove there.. and with glove concealed fingers they were placed down upon the plates.. - .. what would you like to drink?
(04:39:06 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: .. she motioned for him to take a seat- .. I have a few things.. other than tea of course.. there is some wine.. or water.. .. she would move across the kitchen there.. reaching up onto the tips of her toes so she could reach the higher shelf there.. to gather a couple of glasses.. though when he mentioned his son falling in love with a vampire well she just about dropped one of those.. bit of a juggling act there and it nearly hit the deck..- .. Really?.... her brows furrowed a little.. she was surprised.. there were tales now and then of elves falling for Vampires.. but it was not something that appeared to be quite common.. it was most certainly more rare.. he spoke on how his son had allowed his new love to feed upon him and in doing so sealing his fate.. she exhaled.. - .. Oh dear.. .. her brows drew in when he said she now understood that he did in fact have a lot on his mind.. - .. Most certainly you do.. a great amount for just one man to bare.. .. she gathered up the wine there.. the water also as she moved back to approach the table settling down to sit- .. so your son is a vampire then?.. .. she looked concerned.. the way she drew her lower lip inward.. the drawing of her brows- .. that’s more than quite a predicament.. I am sorry Finn.. Did he know the path he was taking?.. Did he realise what he wasdoing?.. he wasn’t just being some rebellious youth and not thinking things out properly was he?.... she hoped it was something the boy wanted and not some passing fancy.. that would be almost heart breaking.. to throw his life away like that without perhaps knowing the consequences.. - .. I don’t know a great deal about vampires.. it’s not something that is often brought up in conversation here.. maybe there is something you can do to help him.. if he is.. agreeable of course.. if not.. well.. probably best to let that ship sail.. as disappointing as it might be.. afterall.. sometimes we can’t help who we love.. sometimes its simply not ideal.. sometimes we do the right thing.. or what society thinks is the right thing.. but sometimes we do throw caution to the wind.. and do what we want to.. regardless of the consequences..
(17:51:52 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
: “Indeed it was, I fear I caused quite a bit of upheaval that day, but it also gave those who were ill prepared an extra day to study.” *He said with a smile, even though he knew she couldn’t see it, he did know she could hear it in his voice. He was in many ways a very by the books sort of ruler, he believed in time tested theories, things that had proven themselves to be proper and true in the face of many oppositions… He did not drink but on very very special occasions, he did not do any drugs, and though many would say he was respectable no one would say he was fun… He was simply a King first, and as King he knew he had to be the one to set the example, to hold himself above all else so that others could follow. Who could say they were a moral people if their King was a lecher and a debaucher? Who could say their people were just if their King drank and did drugs? He had to be the Example. He had to be the Guide. If not him, when who? She had offered him the room and he had taken it, of course, in the event that he stayed past the Winter and into spring when things became quite busy, and then only if things became so tight that Garafin would be forced to give up his room. Despite what he had been told, he seriously doubted such a place could truly be as busy as all that, especially enough to put a body into every room at the Inn.* “I am a quiet person in general so fear not in that regard.” *A little stroll down memory lane, a bit sweet and bitter all at once, relating their marriages and how they had started. He found it interesting that she had hunted before her sight was taken from her… Many women either did not have the strength to draw the shaft or they did not have the stomach for the killing of animals. Many and more women thought it a terribly indelicate pastime, though there were some who had taken up falconing, a more…. Genteel way of hunting that did not require either the hard work or the actual death of the animal on their hands. She pinned him at the post so to speak when she asked if he thought she looked delicate, saying she thought he must think so, given his surprise at it. Oh but that made his cheeks burn a bit… He had not meant it poorly, in truth he had simply stated what he had heard many women of his court say, that such a pass time was unfeminine…* “Miss Vivian, I promise you, I meant no offence. You are a delicate woman, your form and figure are small, your hands are dainty and kitten like and your face is sweetly curved… You are not a woman that anyone would dare to call anything other than feminine and yes… Delicate.” *She was a bit like a flower to him, soft and beautiful, a bit like Athelas… She had similar healing properties as well, for around her he no longer felt quite so worn down, nor so tired…* “Though that does not mean you are unable to do anything you wish to do. Maybe with the snow being out so thickly, when we have a chance, you and I might go out to the woods and give you a chance to shoot… I would be right beside you so I doubt that you would be able to shoot me.” *His voice was warm and with a smile in it’s tone. He could not imagine how much she lost when she had her sight taken from her, he had never had such a thing happen to him before, though he could well imagine how hard it was… And still is, he was sure, because he had a feeling her heart oft times ached to see a sunrise again… They had shared little stories about their loved ones, how they had each courted their beloved ones, and how they had been courted in return… He could find himself able to like her departed husband, the little things he had done for her were all from the heart, small things that she would only notice if her heart beat as his had. It was those small signs that let one know just how much the other loved you, for grand shows of affection and quite bold and daring, they are also impossible to miss… It was the easily missed signs of affection, the precious little moments that are so easily gone, those were the signs that someone really cared… They were trying despite the fact that all their little efforts might be completely unnoticed. He told her he could see how much she cared for him, how much she missed him in the way she blushed, the drawing in of her eyebrows as she thought of him… The color on her cheeks got even brighter when he spoke on it, saying he was right that her husband was never very far from her, no more than his own Jannah was from his…* “No… They are never very far indeed…” *He had called her Miss Vivian, and she called him out on it as she started to laugh which really, he was glad of… Her bitter sweet smile for a moment there had hurt his own heart and he had the overwhelming urge to hold her for some reason, something he had never felt before or since Jannah, just the desire to hold her until she felt better…* “Please, do desist on such a front, Vivian. I will drop the Miss from your lovely name from now on, if only to spare me feeling as though I were some teacher, and you my apt pupil.” *He could only imagine how that would go. People would look at them a bit funny he was sure, and he had no desire to sully Vivian’s reputation in any way, none what so ever. She had asked him how long he was to be here in Arvandor, coming closer so she would not have to shout across the room to him, watching as she seemed to mix up something rather tangy and sweet smelling… He didn’t indulge in sweets often if at all, only on holidays did he really and truly allow himself to have them, and even then only sparingly… This was indeed going to be a bit of a treat.* “I do yes, about four months or so, give or take how the winter fares here… I won’t be rushing no, I fear that haste does no one any good, and a lot of things can be easily missed in such cases. These people, their records, their history… It will always take precedence over any other cause I might find while here, and though it is possible that I might not find out the why of it, I will still rest with a glad heart knowing that I gave them back their truth.”
(17:52:08 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
: *He watched her as she finished the batter and began to pour them out into little paper cuts, unable to resist drawing in closer to her, wanting to watch her… Jannah had never cooked, there was no reason for her to ever set foot in a kitchen in her life, and much the same could be said for himself… He had learned a few basic meals while he was at war, a few specific things he had become quite fond of while in the Dwarvish realm, but nothing more than that… Certainly never baking… As he watched her he noticed the way she held her fingers, using the tips of them to tell her when the cups were full, the way her arms flexed just so slightly around the bowl she was holding… Her dark hair dancing around the backs of her ears and the few little fairy like wisps teasing along her neck… She really was a beautiful woman in a very, very special way, and she couldn’t even see it… He wondered if anyone else missed how rare she was… Seeing her for her disability, for what she had lost, rather than just how much she had gained… She was… Quite a wonder… As they spoke and as he watched her, she had asked about Theon, which in truth did not surpise him. He had honestly expected her to ask at some point, and why not? Usually people are more than happy to speak on their children, it was just the Elvish way to do things, and yet… He did not speak on his son, the young man who was to be his heir, to rule a Kingdom… He never spoke of Theon to anyone… And yet… He had finally decided to talk to someone about it… She just… He felt that if anyone would understand, it was her, and perhaps only her… He had told her then, about how Theon had a desire for the surface, how for his 18th birthday he had been given a one year tour of it up there… Theon deserved a chance at freedom, a single wish granted before he was to return home, to take up both the crown and his bride… It was not an easy thing, and he had hoped that giving his son a chance at the freedom he himself had never had, well… That it might have smoothed the transition.* “I have never understood the appeal myself to be honest… So many of our own kind live such different lives, and then we have the Fairy folk if one wishes to wander down the more wild branches of magic, and of course the Dwarves with their amazing skills and technology… What could the surface have to offer other than pain and sorrow?” *He said… Still, Theon had his heart set on it, and when his birth mother had given no objections to the trip he had agreed… He had so many hopes in those days, bright dreams for his son and the baby Jannah was carrying, so much hope… He could tell from Vivian’s words though that she too knew the sorrow of that world, and though he did not push into it, he was wondering what her heart ache there was… Still… He said nothing… He would not pry. If she wished to tell him, she would, and he would respect her privacy always. She had asked if he might like something to drink, though his eyes were riveted on what she had just brought out of the oven, his mouth suddenly salvating at the smell.* “Splendor… What IS that… That smells quite fantastic...” *He had never had anything that resembled a home style meal… Everything at the castle was over done and made to impress rather than endear, so he had never had something as delicious as a bit of savory casserole, nor a home made desert… She took out the cutlery and he saw that they were both given a bit of a mish mash, and with silent fingers he replaced her double fork with one of his double knives, hoping she would never be aware of the switch he had made. After all, it was an easy mistake, and she was already doing such a kindness for him… When she asked what he might like to drink, that she had more than just tea, water and wine were optional too…* “What ever is easiest for you Vivian, I am not a picky individual.” *She didn’t know he did not drink, though if she were to put down two glasses of wine for them, he would drink his for her… Though what might happen afterwards was anyone’s guess. He told her the rest of what had happened to Theon, the whole truth of it, seeing her nearly drop a glad had him shooting that last bit of space to rest his hands around hers… Holding her steady so she needn’t worry about dropping them… He stepped back after a moment, realizing it was just a shade improper when she had not made the first move, and held his hands behind his back. * “Sadly yes…” *He said softly his voice heavy with the sorrow of what had happened to his child, for even though Theon was a child born more from lust that love, he was still his son and to lose him forever in such a fashion… It was worse than having a child die for Theon would never be allowed to Farshore… No more than he was allowed within Arvandor.* “I haven’t seen him in years… The Gods will not allow him to come to Arvandor, nor any other realm of Arborea… He is banned and, in the eyes of the Gods and Elders, my son is considered Dead…” *She asked if Theon knew what he was getting into, and often he wondered if it was his denial of his son’s wishes that might have spurned him onto such a decision, and it was that thought alone that carried such a weight on his heart and soul… Had he driven his son to such a state? Or had Theon chosen it himself? Even so… With all Theon had done over the years… They would never let him back… Theon had killed people, he had raped women and fed off of children, he had committed acts so horrible that none could forgive him…* “Theon was trained to be an intelligent young Elf, who should have looked at all options before making a choice, but no one can truly say why Theon did it… All I know is that he has done horrible things, things that continue to show in the Hall of Records in Glaur, things that bring shame to our family… I have been searching for a cure so that we might bring him back to life, and though he will never be allowed through the Gates ever again, he might at least get a child on another elf and I then can rest in the fact that our people will have their next King… If not… Then I will have to.” *Though the idea of it… Of finding a woman to marry, to make his Queen, to replace his Jannah… It was an almost scarry prospect… By all the Gods he hadn’t touched a woman in over two decades… Almost three… He didn’t know if he could even do it anymore… Then the idea of finding a woman willing to lay with him and carry his child… Plus the fear of that same terror… Of his new bride dying in childbirth just as Jannah had… Oh yes… He had many things on his mind…*
(20:59:41 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: ..she had asked of him if he thought her delicate when he figured that hunting would not be something that would be of interest to see delicate women like her.. his response that he meant no offence had her hands rising a little.. her palms outward .. I tease.. really.. forgive me.. I tend to enjoy a little play on words on occasion.. you mean no offence I know this.. and you have yet to offend me at all.. I assure you.. .. she offered him a smile there.. telling him a little about how she used to hunt and she did.. - .. We used to go out.. often.. into the hills and far off valleys .. if I remember rightly the longest we ventures from any kind of true civilisation would have been near on a week.. just a small makeshift tent.. a couple of blankets to curl under when it got a bit cool in the evenings.. a few pots and some weaponry.. if we didn’t catch anything then we didn’t eat.. it was that simple.. since losing my sight however.. as I said I just don’t trust myself.. my hearing is keen.. extremely so.. I can pick up on the path of an animal quicker than say.. you could.. but if I was to ever be wrong.. and I struck down another person.. or goddess forgive a child.. I couldn’t ever forgive myself.. .. he told her he could take her out.. if she liked..that he would be right beside her.. so he doubted she would be able to shoot him.. she laughed a little and nodded- .. well one would hope yes.. I think I would feel a lot.. well more at ease if I was able to rely on someone elses sight to be sure there was no one in the area.. if you can do that for me..and I can trust that you will be my eyes for that moment.. then it might just work.. .. she offered him an appreciative smile there.. they had spoke on their partners and the things they had shared.. the way they courted.. what they had experienced.. she called him out on calling her Miss.. that she would indeed referr to him as Master if it continued.. - .. Well I guess you are kind of a teacher.. we all have something we can teach someone else.. we all know something that we can share.. but yes please.. just Vivian.. I need no titles.. she had slipped off into the kitchen area then.. to put the meal into the oven as she readied something a little sweeter to finish up the meal.. something that warmed the body and the heart.. she asked him how long he was going to be around for.. wether or not he had a deadline to meet.. listening to his response on it being some months indeed..- .. Do you feel you miss your home?.. .. she tilted her head as she stirred the milky looking batter there.. - .. or is this the greatest jaunt length wise that you have been away?.... she tilted her head forward as she poured the batter down into the little ceramic ramekins.. being sure to measure where she figured the tops were.. she knew he had come up behind her.. she could hear the slight barely there shuffle of his feet.. and the shifting of his clothing.. his breath though light was easily caught on the air around her.. and then of course.. an unmistakable scent that she had picked up on in the previous few days.. she asked him about his son.. curious indeed though not wanting to pry too much..he spoke on the surface and how he didn’t care that much for it ..she understood that all to well..- .. I know we have a lot on our side.. and the differences between the elves, the fae and the dwarves are enough really to sate any real deep curiosity.. but I guess.. when it comes down to it.. sometimes the desire to seek out something else is there.. wether it be for a reason.. or for simply the handling of a deepened wanderlust..It was different.. .. she nodded when he asked what the surface could have to offer other than pain and sorrow- ..it was something new.. and for the time period my little family resided there.. we had little problems.. a small cottage in an equally as small village.. .. she exhaled a little and shook her head.. placing th little ramekins upon a tray as she slid them down very carefully into the lower shelf of the oven..pulling out their lunch.. the little pots of a vegetable like pie.. she offered a smile when he asked what it was and complimented its scent .. why thank you, it’s nothing terribly fancy.. very homey.. just something quick that should warm us both right up.. ..she had no idea she had mucked up the cutlery.. being used to just having to get up andreplace it if she was on her own.. she asked what he would have preferred to drink.. hearing he was not picky.. she nodded a little.. gathering up a couple of glasses there.. though when he said his son had fallen for a vampire well she just about dropped them both.. stumbling a little as she tried to steady herself.. he startled her a little when he reached for her.. placing his hands over hers to steady her fumbling grip.. it was enough to take her breath away before she stilled herself..- .. thank you.. Im surprised I have any crockery left to be honest.. .. she laughed a little nodding her head when he moved to step back.. she waited until he was seated before she would move across.. placing the glasses down upon the table along with the wine and water.. he could choose whatever took his fancy.. she listened as he spoke on not having seen his son in years.. how he was not able to come to Arvandor.. or any realm of Arborea.. that he was banned and in the eyes of the gods and elders he was considered dead..she nodded a little.. reaching for the bottles there.. her fingers sliding down over the labels upon the front..one was cloth.. the other paper.. she reached for the wine.. placing her thumb against its replaced cork there as she gave it a good firm nudge just enough to wing it free.. not to let it take off in the room.. she asked him if his son knew what he was getting into..listening to his response..- .. perhaps he got in a little over his head and before he knew it, it was too late.. I don’t know of course.. I don’t know him at all.. but it can happen.. certainly a horrible shame though.. of all the things to dabble into.. being something that will effect him for the rest of his life.. I am sorry Finn.. .. she nodded a little.. reaching for her glass there as she wrapped her fingers about it.. pouring herself a little.. before motioning toward the two bottles.. for him to choose.. she paused a moment.. tapping her fork lightly against the ramekin.. a thoughtful look upon her features- .. I was the final deciding factor in my family moving to the surface.. my husband wanted to go and check it out.. to see what it was all about.. we had two very little boys with us at the time.
(20:59:47 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: I knew he really wanted to go.. I could tell.. he told me though that it was up to me in the end.. and it weighed on me for a while.. this is my home.. will always be.. so in the end.. I figured.. well I loved him.. and I wanted to be with him.. and sometimes you have to choose things that aren’t always ideal for you but that are for your significant other.. plus .. it didn’t really matter where we lived.. as long as we were together.. .. she nodded a little- .. and it was fine.. really.. we found a place.. he knew some people there.. from his earlier trips with his work.. so he fit in quite easily.. the children found friends.. .. she struggled with the next part and he would have been able to tell with the expressions that were crossing her features.. - .. one night.. after the kids had been put to bed.. there was loud rukkis.. it shook both of us awake.. My husband told me to stay put he was going to go check it out.. and as much as I told him no.. to stay he felt it was his duty to.. I remember having this horrible feeling.. this almost cold dread the moment he walked out the door.. .. she placed her fork down .. reaching for her glass there.. taking a small sip of the richly coloured contents- .. I could hear arguing outside.. one of my sons woke up.. I remember sending him back to bed.. having to sit with him for a moment to get him back to sleep.. before I heard the front door open.. and I got up.. moving back into the main living area.. expecting to see my husband only to see a woman.. she was small in stature.. she had very long blonde hair.. but she was not someone from the village.. I remember being confused and asking who she was.. .. maybe she had come in for safety?.. maybe she was passing through .. she turned though and I must have gone as white as a sheet.. the front of her dress was just coated with blood.. it was trickling down her arms.. I figured she was injured.. until I looked at her properly.. and no.. .. she shook her head- .. she wasn’t injured.. she had the reddest eyes I had ever seen.. her complexion was.. extremely pale.. I’m sure you.. yourself can put two and two together there.. .. she rubbed her lips together.. exhaling a little.. and he would soon come to realise just why she just about dropped those glasses a moment or two earlier- .. a second and a third came in.. these two were young men.. and they seemed so angry.. I could feel it running off them.. so so angry.. and frustrated.. and flustered.. as if they were tightly wound about something.. clearly something I was not privy to.. they argued a little.. about the time restraint they were on and how .. .. her brows drew in as if she was struggling to remember it all- .. the new ones.. were needing to get ‘this’ out of their system.. I tried to stop one of them from going into where the children were.. but I was a doll compared to the strength they appeared to have.. I had come across nothing like it.. I could hear my boys screaming.. .. she paused- .. I heard the woman say that no mother should have to watch their children being killed.. .. she motioned toward her eyes- .. and I woke up here.. in Arvandor.. I don’t know how.. .. her brows drew in.. she reached up to smooth her hair back with her fingers as she took a breath..- .. I was told there was a great number of them.. and they ransacked the villages.. not just the one I was in.. but several onward from there.. very few survivors.. they reclaimed the bodies of my children and my husband.. though I have been given very little detail on those.. and I think I prefer it that way.. I never saw him after he left and I never saw the boys after I put them back to sleep.. so the memories I do have.. are strong ones.. not of pain.. or suffering.. though certain sounds will never leave me.. or scents for that matter.. .. she nodded- .. as for your son Finn.. .. she tilted her head- .. I don’t know.. I may be completley off base here.. but.. Sydel/Sybelle.. died.. and her death was on the books hers for.. a good twenty years.. before she reappeared.. I can not go into great detail of course but.. the actions between the two.. Nautilous and this.. Sydel are not so wholesome and yet they are allowed to remain.. she does not eat.. one might wonder if she was alive at all and yet she is with child.. maybe there is some hope for your son.. if you look in the right places..
(22:47:16 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
: “I’m sorry Miss Vivian truly, we’re a bit more literal and less teasing at court, I fear I haven’t quite had anyone do that to me for many many years. You don’t have to stop, I just need to remind myself that my dear Vivian here, is a bit of a playful spirit is all.” *After all, at court it was quite a pyramid scheme, the people at the top wanted to stay there and the people at the bottom wanted to get up there with the others. It was simply the nature of everything alive to be the Alpha, it had nothing to do with being human elf or even dwarf, they all wanted to be king of the mountain so to speak. As such, teasing was never done lightly, and he had learned from watching his father that it is always safest to tread on truthful ground. His mother was much the same and so he had a rather solemn childhood, it wasn’t until he and Jannah had been married and started to honestly be with each other that he had gotten teased, and Jannah had a hoot with him about it… Oh she called him a proper stick in the mud and made sure to taunt him daily until he learned to tease her back… Though none had dared after she passed on so Vivian… Well… She was opening a door he had thought that might never be opened again… One that was still a bit dusty and stale but… He didn’t mind her opening it either for some reason… She had that odd way about her that led him to have a sneaking suspicion that she had a skeleton key and knew where all the locks were…* “I know you are a kind soul, and you would not willingly harm anyone, so I can easily understand your fear… Still, taking you out to hunt, well away from anyone and anything… It would be no trouble, and it might be a nice way to pass one of our day’s off when the weather is not so… Incremental…” *Or trying to snow them in… His heart ached for Vivian in a way, he might have lost his wife and their child, but he had not been robbed of his sight nor anything else of his own… She deserved to be given at least a little something back. Still, why no one else had thought to do anything as small as take her out to try, or give her a block of clay… That was beyond him. She was not cruel, nor was she a viper or any other such demon as to drive someone away, so why had no one tried to warm this sweet woman against the darkness that was her life without sight? It almost made him want to go out and give a few people a bit of a talking to… It was just pure self-serving nature to not think of a way to help enrich another’s life. Regardless, he would be doing this for her, if only to help give her back something she had lost. Besides, he enjoyed hunting, and he was very curious to see someone hunt by hearing along. He had heard of people fighting hand to hand in such a manner, but never, ever hunting… It would make for an excellent study, and he would be sure to document it all quite well, and if she were willing he would certainly pepper her with questions on it… It might even assist others. She had asked if he was on a time schedule which in a way, he was and yet he was not, after all if worst came to pass he could stay on a bit longer. He had a trustworthy council who he knew he could trust to rule in his stead for some months without too much fear, though he would need to be in contact with them Via letters to make sure all was well, and to keep abreast of any ill news or issues… He might extend it to five, perhaps six months at best, but any longer and he would be unable to return with any measure of self worth for having shirked his duty for so long. She had him on calling her Miss and he knew that he would stop from now on, the whole Master bit would raise so many eyebrows, and he did not feel he was worthy of the title.* “M-…. Vivian I assure you, I am no Master nor Teacher, But yes we all have something we share I will agree with you on that.” *He just wasn’t used to calling anyone by their first name… Again, it was something only he and Jannah shared, that loving first name basis… No one had called him Finn and he had not called anyone else on such an intimate basis. Still… It wasn’t a bad thing just… A bit of an adjustment… Like a favorite pair of shoes that you had to stop wearing for a time only to put them on again, it’s familiar and yet not, and you sit a bit on the fence on it until it settles about you once more.* “No… It is not my longest… When I was a youth before I married Jannah, I spent a year among the Dwarves, I learned all they could teach me and have implemented many of their technologies back in Glaur. I think… I am appreciating the change of scenery and people… It is nice to have something I can press my hands and my mind to, something that is not the day to day duties of a monarch, a puzzle that no one has a clear answer to that I have been asked to solve… I enjoy the challenge, and the chance to do something different, the fact that it is going to help an entire people is just an added bonus…” *He had not been able to leave Glaur at all the last five years, between settling a dew border issues and establishing trade routes, he had been locked down as much a slave as anyone else wearing a collar… He had longed to leave and relax if only for a weekend, but such had not been allowed, so when his father had asked him to come here and help the people with their books… How could he not? He had his council there and worse come to worse, his father would step in, though that was only in dire straits… She began to fix up those delicious little things that he had neither smelled, nor tasted before, and all he could thing of was how delicious they smelled… Though as he came closer, he was unaware she smelled him, the scent of lemon verbena and lye on his skin… He wore no cologne nor any other fancy things, he simply preferred a simple bar of soap and that was all, though having never really smelled himself he wasn’t sure of his own aroma… Though to her it would have hints of fresh clean earth right after a rain, hints of sweet hay and lemons, simple clean smells that were rather a bit like him… Uncomplicated and honest…*
(22:47:27 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
: *They spoke on the surface and how that out of the hundreds that touched it… Fifty came home broken and battered on the inside while twenty five never made it home at all, another fifteen came home scarred and weary from their battles and the last ten… They came home better… Stronger… Fiercer… He had thought, no, trusted that Theon would be that last ten…* “I think… The Gods give us that little germ of madness to help remind us of how… Blessed we are here… We have no plagues… No great natural disasters… It is easy to take our peace and beauty for granted and in order to remind us of the paradise we have, some of us are unable to resist wishing to go to the surface, and those of us who make it back remind of us what we have…” *At least, that was his viewpoint. How can one know how truly good they have it, if they don’t lose it, or know someone who has? She was pulling out their lunch and the smell of it, the way it all looked, it was quite new to him but it smelled absolutely fantastic and he said as much. He chuckled when she thanked him, saying it was nothing fancy, the bit of a grin flitting about his lips was just not going to go away.* “I have fancy every day, morning noon and night at home, it is the food like this… Something simple… I never see this at home… I never get the pleasure of something that is made just to be enjoyed…” *She had mixed up the cutlery and he had fixed it for her silently, quickly and quietly so that she wouldn’t suffer any embarrassment, setting them in the right places as she went for the glasses. She had asked him about Theon and he had told her, and when all was said and done and the truth of what had happened had been revealed, she had started to fumble with th glasses. He closed the distance in a flash, wrapping his hands about her own, steadying them in her hands… He had no idea he had stolen her breath though he knew it was enough to make his heart pick up the pace a bit and to cause his cheeks to flush, and once he was sure she was alright, he had pulled his own hands away…* “It was my fault, I am sure you would not have suffered such a fumble if not for me stating something so very dark.” *He had stepped back and settled at the table, watching as she uncorked the wine, his mind silently going over if he should or not… Would he get drunk right away? He hoped not, he didn’t know what his behavior would be like, and the last thing he wanted to do was to cause Vivian any embarrassment or discomfort. She poured herself a glass of wine as she asked about Theon, and he had done his best to answer but once it had all happened… Theon had…. Closed up on him… They had never been close to start with he had to admit, his heart had been buried in the grave with Jannah and their son, his little heir… Theon had been… Insurance… He feared that in doing so, he had not built the bridges between father and son thickly enough, and once the impossible had happened… Well… They never spoke again… He had spent the last years looking for a cure, asking thousands of doctors, hundreds of magicians, dozens of star readers and sooth sayers… But none knew of a way to cure Vampirism… He poured himself a bit of the wine, carefully admittedly, bringing it up under his nose to take a sniff of the sweet vintage before he would take a sip… It was… Warm… IT felt good going down… Like hot tea but… Not quite…* “I blame myself in part… I had not been a good father to Theon, he was not born in love and though I did and do love him, I was not the most… Open… It was simply not done… Even if I did not make the choices for him, I feel if I had loved him a little more, perhaps he would not have felt he needed love so desperately for another…” *He waited… And no far it seemed he was not drunk, so he allowed himself another drink before he began to load up a bit of the vegetables on his fork, taking a quiet bite as she spoke. She was telling him of her story, her visit with her family to the surface, and how she had come…. To where she was now… She seemed to stuggle to find the words, he could see the tension in the sweet lines of her face, the way she was drawing her brows in in that way he knew she did when something bothered her… He reaching out and gently, quietly placed his fingers over her wrist, feather light and meant to comfort.* “Amin sinome, I am here…” *He said very softly, letting her know that she was not alone, he was here and that she did not have to continue if she did not want to. Still, she went on and it slowly seemed to get worse… He did not interrupt her, he could only imagine what it was costing her to tell him about it, and he would not make her endure it double so by his interruptions. There were moments when he felt great pain for her, others a white hot rage at those who had made her suffer, made her family suffer all because they were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time… When all was said and done, when her story was finished he had reached out to take her hand in his, resting his two over and under her own to cradle it…* “You will never have to tell me again… I can say I am sorry for your loss but at the same time, I do not feel as if any words are enough for what you endured, so instead know my heart aches for you Vivian… You are a brave, beautiful, rare sort of woman to have come to where you are now… And I am in awe of your strength.” *She spoke on about how the odd Sydel and Sybelle mix had actually shown as dead in the books for some twenty years… That perhaps there was hope for his son… It wasn’t until she mentioned the name Nautilous did he pause… The silence was heavy for a moment… Then it was gone, as if it had never been there, his voice just as it had been.* “I can not say about anything regarding that but… As for Theon… I wish to restore his life to him, to give him a chance to father a child, to make up for the things he has done...”
(00:48:10 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: ..she had asked him if this jaunt was to be his longest or if he often wandered off like this.. and wether or not he missed his home.. he spoke on spending time with the dwarves and she nodded with a smile- .. Oh! Yes of course.. I remember you telling me so.. and how you enjoyed their different technologies.... she had busied herself with the meal there.. the first going into the oven.. the second not so far behind.. she had asked him about his son.. being curious indeed as to wether or not he would be of a mind to talk to her about it.. there was a method to her madness afterall.. she knew he had a great deal weighing heavily upon him.. and if she could unburden him.. even if it was only a little.. well she would be gladdened to help.. he gave her a little insight.. speaking on his son falling for a vampire which just about made her drop both the wine glasses she had gotten from the upper cupboard.. her own experiences with that particular kin were certainly not so nice.. not at all.. enough that hearing that startled her a touch.. he had reached her quickly.. her mind having been off on its own little tangent which meant she did not catch his approach.. causing her breath to be stolen from her .. she apologised and spoke on the troubles with her fumbling fingers before he said it was his own fault.. she shook her head- .. no.. no it’s fne.. just took me a little by surprise that’s all.. .. she placed the glasses down there upon the table.. the bottle of wine and a second bottle of water.. motioning for him to sit just across from her the table was small.. it was rare for her to have a guest.. she was glad he was appreciative of the meal she had prepared.. it was only something simple.. she knew he had to have had such fancy meals and dinners when he was in his home.. so this would have been.. well almost quaint in comparison.. pouring herself a little wine there.. she made sure to leave the bottle nearer to him should he desire to accept it.. she asked him a little more about his son.. hearing him saying he blamed himself.. that if he had been a better Father.. then perhaps none of it would have happened- ..it’s hard.. .. she nodded- … I look back and I think.. I could have said no.. and we would have remained here instead of moving.. and then none of that would have happened.. but then.. would he have been happy to remain?.. would he have been deep down regretting having to remain?.. would he be feeling what I am feeling now.. the regret of my choice.. I guess.. we should not stress the could haves.. as if it should have it would have.. or.. something like that anyway.. .. her brows drew in a little.. she was sliding her fork down into the warm comfort meal there.. it was certainly not fancy.. more rustic than anything.. but it was utterly delicious in its quaintness - .. Your son would have gone out looking for love regardless.. it’s in our makeup.. We are not meant to be alone.. .. she took a small drink of the wine there.. it was nice.. almost soothing as it slid down her throat.. she decided to tell him a little more about her.. and about what happened to her.. how she came to be in the condition she was in and just where her beloved family was.. she struggled with it.. on more than one occasion.. her voice wavered a touch.. her features took on a mildly stressed façade.. but she pressed on.. her fingers twitched when she felt his hand resting over her wrist.. she gave a little nod of her head and the corners of her lips turned when he told her he was there..he was giving her something to anchor herself to.. to not allow herself to be thrown deep down to where she was.. a little more strength to lean on.. before she finished.. she told him her tale of the surface.. of meeting with the mixed gang of newly bred vampires who’s blood lust and strength was harder and faster than their very own sires.. that the villages they were ransacking were simply to get the aggression out of them.. she felt his hands take a hold of her own.. cradling it as her own fingers curled in a little.. she drew a breath there.. lifting her head to look to him across from her..- .. thank you.. I am sorry if it has.. dragged the mood down to a level below even the floor boards.. but I felt.. with you speaking so much about you.. and opening up to me.. that it only fair you know a little more about me.. I can say I have yet to shed a single tear over it .. I am simply unable to.. and I’m not sure if it’s something that’s purely symbolic.. or.. if it would have helped me get through it.. I have no idea how I got back here.. I really don’t.. I just woke up here.. well.. in Arvandor as I said.. so someone must have come across me there.. and brought me back.. someone was looking out for me.. .. she offered a bit of a smile there.. placing her free hand then upon his both as they cradled her other.. - .. don’t give up hope for your son Finn.. .. she gave those hands of his a light squeeze- .. I do not have the answers you require but I am sure someone does.. somewhere along the line.. and you never know.. it may be as simple as him having bedded some lovely young lady before he was turned.. and if not.. well.. keep looking.. if you are able.. take on the suggestions I have given.. it might give you something and it might not.. but better off to leave no stone unturned yes?.. that way at least you can say you have checked and tried and are sure.. your answers might be just around the corner.. .. she lightly rubbed the sides of his hands with her fingers there before she released and took her own from its cradle.. slowly moving to stand there as she turned to make her way back toward the oven.. sliding her hands down into those gloves as she pulled those small lemon puddings from the stove belly.. placing them down upon the rack there to cool just a little before she returned to the table.. settling down to sit.. taking a few more small bites of the vegetable mix there.. another small sip of her wine.. it had been so long since she had told anyone her story.. it felt good to.. unburden herself a little.. to allow the strangle hold upon her heart to lessen just a little.. to air it all.. to allow herself to breathe.. - ..Who does your son take after?.. is it you?.. similar of look and overall demenor?.... she would settle back to sit there.. placing her fork down once she had had her fill of the mixture.. letting it settle within her belly for now..
(15:32:57 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
: “ Indeed I did, yes. They are a wonder of a people…” *He would have, if given the chance, spent the remainder of his years among them. True, he did not fit in, he was a tall elf in a world of short dwarves… Still… He longed for nothing more than to take a house there, to spend his days tinkering and plying his hand to hammer and anvil, to build things with his own hands of both use and beauty… Alas though, as he was coming to see with each passing year…. It was not meant to be… As she cooked and filled her home with such delicious scents, she had asked him of his son, and for the first time in his life he had told another of it… Of Theon’s fall to darkness and death… It seemed to have truly startled her and he had come up to catch her hands, to hold them steady until her hands steadied, saving the wine glasses from toppling. She made a light joke of it, stating that it was a wonder that she had any glassware left, that it was fine he had only startled her a bit… They shared both food and wine, and for the first time he had imbibed something intoxicating… He had taken just a single swallow at first, waiting to see how it would make him feel, but after a few minutes and nothing changing he felt it safe to have another. Perhaps he had a built in tolerance? He ate lightly as they spoke, confessing that he feared it was his fault that Theon had done what he had, his short comings as a father might be there in the way he had been raised, perhaps he had not loved his son enough… But at the same time not only was he aware that the past could not be changed… He could no more undo the lessons drummed into him through his life than he could reverse Theon’s desire for the surface. They were both stuck, fenced in by the choices they had made, and as such they were bound to the pastures within it.* “I understand all too well what you mean… We can see the choice we took and see all the other ones we did not, a hundred threads we might have used and now that the pattern has been laid you can only wonder what it might have changed, taking that different silken bit of color instead…” *How very different their lives might have been after all, if she had said no to going to the surface, if he had said no to Theon doing the same…* “He would have… But he would have done it here, in Arvandor, where he would have been free and safe from the foul trappings of the Surface…” *AS they drank and ate, she told him of what had happened to her, her sad tale… He knew that loosing his beloved and his child at the same time was a travesty, and many and more men would have simply followed behind them, but her story… What had happened to her was worse… She had lost her husband and her children all in one go, and from what it sounded like, those that had done it… Were some sort of Drow or Vampire… Perhaps both? As she described the woman that had seemed to be the leader he had known a moment of cold fear, like a flash of déjà vu that he could not readily place, yet nor could he shake the feeling that he truly knew this person…. Why or how? He could not say… But it was there, scratching away at the back of his mind like a dirty fingernail, insistent on driving him to distraction… He had gently touched her wrist at first, telling her he was there for her, she didn’t have to continue if she did not wish to… Though she soldiered on bravely, strongly, fearless in the face of her memories as she finished her story… He held her hand in his as she finished it up, just wanting her to be anchored in the now, to know that she wasn’t alone in her memories. She finished her tale as her fingers curled in his hand, apologizing if it had brought the mood down, but that she wanted to share her own suffering in response to his.* “Never feel like you should have to apologize for your past Vivian… We are not all equal in our strength, some of us have been forced through fires of cruelty and loss, beaten down by the memories and the wondering of what we might have done to change it… At the end of each day we are a little stronger for it, just as a blade is stronger for being fired and beaten and quenched multiple times in it’s making…” *It was how some people who were so gentle and kind could also have more strength than a Lion, be as fierce as a boar, as stalwart as a bear… Even Arvandor itself had trials to test a elf, to fire their souls and test their strength, to see from whom might be made hero’s. Vivian managed to smile with him, to tease him and to even laugh, to perhaps flirt a bit though he couldn’t be sure on that front as he neither flirted nor was often flirted with… She had found the strength inside herself to pull close the memories of her beloved children, of her husband and the heartbeat that they had shared, and the life they had known… Some people would have found it too hard to do so, they would have been unable to remember anything without great sadness, and that was not how Vivian chose to live… She still wanted to enjoy life, she still found pleasure in things both denied to her, and yet to be discovered. She did not begrudge those who could still see, or those who had their families still, and she held those whom she loved quite close from what he could see in her… She was a woman to be respected without a doubt, if not admired for her resilience and dedication, and without a doubt the last thing he would do was ever think anything less of her for knowing what had caused her blindness.* “Perhaps one day we might find out who had brought you back… Whoever it was has my thanks, for knowing you, and hopefully continuing to do so, has become one of my guilty pleasures I admit…” *She told him to keep faith for Theon, that surely there was a way and if not, at least he could be content in the fact that he had truly given it his all… He hadn’t given up on Theon yet, he was traveling around when he could, calling in people from all over and all walks of life to try and discover a cure… He had spent a bit on coin on it admittedly, but so far, nothing had come forth… Some had said it could be undone within the first lunar year but that had passed quite some time ago… Others that if the sire were killed that he would be set free from the curse… Not likely, for the reports he had was that the Vampiress had been killed many years ago, and his son had moved on and made house with another vampiress… He had hoped long and hard that Theon might have sewn some wild oats there, but no matter where he looked or what he did, there was no sign or proof of a child…*
(15:33:34 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
: *Theon had given himself entirely over to the woman he loved, and that meant his purity as well, and unless someone found a way to reverse the curse of Vampirism… Theon would never have a child of his own loins. He had released her hands as she pulled away, the two of them tucking into their lunch that he still found delectable despite everything, taking another drink of his wine… And another… Until he found the glass empty… A bit odd… He felt no different though so he refilled his glass while she pulled out what smelled like lemons and sweet things…* “Might I top off your glass, Vivian?” *He would ask, waiting for her ok to refill it or not, watching her come back after setting the pudding down to finish her meal. He ate politely, small sounds coming like the soft clank of a fork against the plate, the settling of his glass back down. He had finished just a little bit before her, hearing her question about Theon, a bit of a grin on his face… He held the wine glass in his hand as he had another drink of those delicious ruby depths before he spoke.* “He has not a drop of me in him… He is entirely like his mother in every way, from the way he looks and his hair and skin color, down to the way he behaves.” *He said with a chuckle, remembering the womans cold beauty, the sharp grasping nature and self serving attitude… Still, out of all the women, she had the best breeding and was the only one that the council could agree should be the vessel for the royal child. When Jannah had died in childbirth she had been the first on his doorstep, naked no less, offering to help ‘smooth the transition’. He had gladly shoved her arse out into the hall and locked the door against her, ordering the guards to escort her back to her husband if she dared come near his door again, and that had been that. He also feared that it was because of that very act alone that Theon had changed… He worried sometimes that she had been angry with what he had done and turned Theon against him, souring the young mans mind against anything good and right, for by the Gods Theon was so unlike him he often wondered if it were his child or not.* “Forgive my laughing it’s just… I did not like the Woman at all… We have nothing in common.”
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: “We spoke of it when I first arrived, he said it was about every twenty years or so Hanali has a baby boom, whereas where I come from its every forty years. I would never imagine to know what the Gods have in store for us, all any of us can do is trust in the ships they have given us to sail the waters of change and if not, well it was simply proof it was time for us to head to the Farshore.” *It was a personal believe, but he was of the mind that when he could no longer weather the changes if life that it was his time to go, and he would go gladly to that Farshore. He had complimented her on her skills, and what she had said next had him fascinated just a bit, tilting his head to watch her… Everyone had a gift, and some people had several, he however had none… He had some magical gifts but nothing so overwhelmingly impressive to really set him above anyone else, but nothing he did, nothing he knew really set him above anyone else… Well, nothing other than privilege of birth. He chuckled softly at some parts, just a soft bit of sound as his lips curled up a bit, imagining that if she had told anyone they might have had several rather uncomfortable moments… Then again, for others, it might be the most magical of information to be given. It all depended on the person, the situation, and their place in life… He wondered what he would have done if he had known about the things that she could, would he have picked up on something being wrong with his son, or if he would have known Jannah was going to die… Could he have spared them? Would he have had enough time to change their fates? And if he had… Would he have the belief he did now? Would he have become the man he was today? Or would his whole world have completely, utterly turned around, would he have two children now instead of one? Would his beloved still be waiting for him?... It was such a hard thing, to open that door to the world of what if, and even harder to close it.* “It must have been a blessing and a curse, to have such a gift, sometimes even the unpleasant surprises are still better than knowing everything perhaps… And to hold in such a happy secret when you were aware of children on the way… Quite hard indeed… Though from what I have read and seen yes… Jacob has children on the way, Garafin as well, and this Sybelle and Sydel… Twins apparently. Quite a baby boom.” *Perhaps deep down he felt just a twinge of sadness because he just didn’t have that. Jannah had been sick much of the time, and his mistress who he had gotten Theon on at Jannahs request, well she had been sent from his presence as soon as she was pregnant. He hadn’t really had the joy or the excitement that seemed to be just so common, so regular among other couples, and he never did understand why he hadn’t been allowed that… But he also knew it was a greedy thought, and at the end of the day it made him a smaller, uglier elf for such petty thoughts. He hated that when they happened, and he always nipped them in the bud, refusing to have any thoughts that were beneath his station and the person he wanted to be.* “Rosamunds relationship is actually rather… Well.. Not common but… Not uncommon… *Though he didn’t understand how one would need more than a single partner… He could see taking on a lover from time to time if the person was of a baser, more sexual nature but to need two men all the time, what sort of a beastly sex drive did that take? It was downright human… Still… That was none of his business… The damage from her was done, she had four children already, all alive and well… Theon, unless they found a cure for his… Disease… His family and his blood line were going to end with him… Thankfully the topic was changed and they moved on to art, and he thought she might enjoy a bit of sculpting, it was painting but with one’s fingers… It might perhaps give her something back that had been taken from her.* “I will buy you a block of clay as my going away gift… Hopefully it might give you back a little bit of what you lost.” *He spoke on Jannah a bit, well, more than a bit… He usually didn’t say so much in one go but for some reason he had just… Opened up… It was a little embarrassing, it made him blush, yet she did not seem to mind… She thought it was heart warming, and that just made the red of his cheeks darken up a little more, enough to where he felt the heat in his face… They spoke on his age and he had teased her just a bit when she brought up the elder bit, asking her to wait until he was gone to do that, he would miss her company… * “By the Graces… You’re a bit cheeky there, aren’t you? You don’t need a cane, nor do you hobble, I’ve seen you walk plenty in the last few days… You more like… Glide… It’s a very pretty walk. Though I do wish you would let me make you a cane for you to tap out where you are, the last time you almost walked into a shelf I nearly had a heart attack, I was worried you might break your nose.” *Which he had. She managed to stop herself before she ran into it, but still, it had been far too close for his comfort. They spoke on how she missed seeing people smile and he had stood, kneeling beside her, asking to see her fingers for a moment… When she agreed he had rested her hands on his face, letting him feel the smile he wore for her, and her reactions… They were worth the slightly awkward way he was feeling, not because she was touching him, and yet exactly because of that… No female had touched him since Jannah… It was enough to make his heart speed up just a little bit, but he was catching it, smoothing it out…* “My pleasure… I thought I might be able to give you back a little something you were missing…” *He nodded his head and closed his eyes, letting her do as she wished to feel his face, the bones beneath… He wondered just what she might think of him… Would she think he was handsome? What the hell… Ok… Why should he care?... Yet… He found he did… He wanted her to think he was handsome… That was a new sensation that one…*
(00:49:34 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *He hoped she wouldn’t pick up on the slightly accelerated heart beat, his pulse tickling steadily in his neck, tilting his head if she guided him to do so…* “My father was called a handsome man… Even now, as old as he is, he is still considered a heart breaker… My mother has been dead for some years, but she was a beauty as well, so I can say I was lucky… I did inherit the family curse of the facial hair… It’s all over and quite vexing…” *He didn’t have a massive excess of hair he just had hair… And for an elf? That was rare. He had a chest full of hair and a treasure line and yes, even THAT, though thankfully they were all light… Not terribly thick or anything just… There…* “Hard to have wrinkles… We do go quite silver though… Fathers head is completely white…” *He had closed his eyes as she asked and felt her fingers move up, unable to stop the soft sigh that passed his lips, feeling it hit and fan over her palms before she slid her fingers across his brows, almost up into his hair… He wanted to just sag there for a moment, to rest his head in her lap and just let her touch him to her hearts content, but he knew the risks… For some reason Arvandor was a weakness to people of noble blood… Melima, himself, Tirithon, Aeson… They had something in the water that just made people flock to them and fall in love with the people… He had fallen in love once before and he knew how sweet it was, how consuming and tender, and how damned much it hurt when it ended all too soon…* “The voice will show more than the face ever will… You yourself said that too. I thank you for the compliment on my looks, I think every man wants to know he’s appealing to a pretty girl, something about the male ego?” *He said, softly joking, watching her settle her hands into her lap. She had settled down with the blanket over her, which he had reached out and pulled the rest of the way over her precious little feet, making sure she was settled before he had picked up her book and saw that beautiful drawing… He had begun to read for her then, letting the story open up between them, letting the words paint their own picture.*
When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true, too. She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another. Her father had held a position under the English Government and had always been busy and ill himself, and her mother had been a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse herself with gay people. She had not wanted a little girl at all, and when Mary was born she handed her over to the care of an Ayah, who was made to understand that if she wished to please the Mem Sahib she must keep the child out of sight as much as possible. So when she was a sickly, fretful, ugly little baby she was kept out of the way, and when she became a sickly, fretful, toddling thing she was kept out of the way also. She never remembered seeing familiarly anything but the dark faces of her Ayah and the other native servants, and as they always obeyed her and gave her her own way in everything, because the Mem Sahib would be angry if she was disturbed by her crying, by the time she was six years old she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived. The young English governess who came to teach her to read and write disliked her so much that she gave up her place in three months, and when other governesses came to try to fill it they always went away in a shorter time than the first one. So if Mary had not chosen to really want to know how to read books she would never have learned her letters at all….
*He paused then, looking at Vivian for a moment, a brow raised up… This did not sound like a very happy book at all…*
"Pig! Pig! Daughter of Pigs!" she said, because to call a native a pig is the worst insult of all. She was grinding her teeth and saying this over and over again when she heard her mother come out on the veranda with some one. She was with a fair young man and they stood talking together in low strange voices. Mary knew the fair young man who looked like a boy. She had heard that he was a very young officer who had just come from England. The child stared at him, but she stared most at her mother. She always did this when she had a chance to see her, because the Mem Sahib--Mary used to call her that oftener than anything else--was such a tall, slim, pretty person and wore such lovely clothes. Her hair was like curly silk and she had a delicate little nose which seemed to be disdaining things, and she had large laughing eyes. All her clothes were thin and floating, and Mary said they were "full of lace." They looked fuller of lace than ever this morning, but her eyes were not laughing at all. They were large and scared and lifted imploringly to the fair boy officer's face. "Is it so very bad? Oh, is it?" Mary heard her say. "Awfully," the young man answered in a trembling voice. "Awfully, Mrs. Lennox. You ought to have gone to the hills two weeks ago." The Mem Sahib wrung her hands. "Oh, I know I ought!" she cried. "I only stayed to go to that silly dinner party. What a fool I was!"
*He paused again and looked over at Vivian, a brow raised and though he knew she couldn’t see it, he couldn’t help it.* “Miss Vivian… This is quite the odd story… I do not know if I should feel sorry for the little girl, or a touch of disdain for the mother, and the poor servants… Where ever this England is and this other forgine land, I do not think I would like to go, not at all.”
(07:09:50 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: ..she tilted her head when he said her gift must have been a blessing and a curse.. to be able to hold such happy little secrets when she was aware that children were indeed on the way being quite hard indeed.. she nodded- .. sometimes it was hard.. especially when it came to close friends.. but it most certainly was rewarding.. to see so many so very happy.. .. she offered a smile there .. he spoke on having read in the record books about Jacob having children on the way, along with Garafin.. and then on Sybelle and Sydel.. and mentioning something about twins.. - .. now those two are a story all of their own.. it’s amazing what love can do.. going so far as to..split someone right down the middle to accommodate two very deserving brothers.. .. she spoke a little on Rose and the somewhat unconventional relationship.. he dropped in that it wasn’t common nor uncommon..- .. no.. I guess it sits somewhere in the middle.. I will say it shocked a great number of people when it all came out in the open that night.. but.. once the dust settled I think people have come to realise that not only is it none of their business.. but that she isn’t really hurting anyone.. if they are happy to settle into that position.. then it is up to them entirely.. I myself am surprised that they all seem to be getting along as well as they have.. I knew Ace quite well.. he’s not a soft hearted kind of gentleman.. he’s quite brash and abrubt.. short tempered.. where as Jacob is still so very.. very young.. .. she paused thoughtfully- .. maybe close to twenty if that.. he’s a soft hearted romantic.. never had a partner before Rose.. studious.. intelligent.. they are like chalk and cheese those two.. and yet.. they coexist in that relationship ..seemingly perfectly.. I wish them well.. whole heartedly.. seeing them flourish.. their family growing is wonderful.... he had brought up the idea of her sculpting.. and she were honest in that she had never tried it.. it wasn’t something she really thought of.. though the idea intrigued her.. he spoke on buying her some clay and she shook her head- .. You don’t have to buy me anything really, I appreciate the sentiment however.. .. she offered him a smile- .. You have given me an idea though.. something new to try.. and that alone is all I need.. so thank you Finn.. .. she was enjoying listening to him talking about his wife.. and all the little things he used to enjoy with her.. how she was around him.. how he felt lucky to have known her let alone to have held her heart for as long as was possible.. she knew not of his embarrassment however.. she missed his blushing cheeks and his awkward looks. She was like the perfect soundboard.. she missed every little nuance he had.. so if he were embarrassed at all.. unless his voice wavered she missed it.. he called her a bit cheeky and she couldn’t help the grin that crept it was across her lips there before she laughed.. waving her hand a little there- .. You flatter me.. .. he spoke on wanting to make her a cane though.. to save her from hurting herself from all the near misses she seemed to have every so often.. she pursed her lips together and chuckled- .. Oh I know.. I have bumped into more things than I think I even dare to mention.. sported a few black eyes and scratched up cheeks.. why when the businesses move their furniture I look like I’ve been in a war zone.. .. she laughed..- .. it’s the festivals that are the hardest though.. I am offered help.. every time without fail.. someone drops by to guide me around but I can’t let them do that.. I can hear the youth in their voice.. and to hold someone so young back from a festival literally guided toward them.. no.. .. she shook her head- .. so I usually sit them out.. I can hear them though.. the music and the like.. the fireworks at the after wedding reception of Diovan and Sybelle sounded magnificent.. I imagine they were indeed quite colourful.. .. she rubbed her lips together a little..- .. I guess.. .. she paused a moment.. drumming her fingers against her knees there- .. I guess I could use a cane.. maybe then I could get around a bit more on my own.. .. she turned to look in his direction..- .. I don’t want to be a bother though.. I will only accept the offer if you don’t have anything other pending to do.. I don’t want to take up your time.. .. she had spoken on how she had missed the smiles.. the reactions people had and he showed her his.. it was such a beautiful gesture.. it made her heart take a few more beats than it would have normally.. a skip or two there in her chest as she felt across his face.. the lines from his smile.. the fullness of his lips.. his strong jawline.. cheeks.. nose.. the thick brows and low hairline..she called him handsome and that’s what she figured he was.. from the profile she was picking up.. he appeared it for sure.. he only helped with that answer when he said his father was called handsome and his mother was a beauty- .. Ah! then yes you hit the genetic jackpot.. .. she smiled.. her fingers glided down along his facial hair then.. down his jawline.. meeting at his chin- .. it’s quite rare yes.. not to many around here have facial hair.. though I knew a few that do.. I am curious though.. .. she felt the smoothness and texture beneath her fingers- .. why do you feel it vexing?.. is it not becoming?.. .. she tilted her head- .. I have always felt.. at least when I could see it.. not that I can anymore.. but that it framed a gentleman’s face perfectly.. it showed an era of age.. distinguished age.. standing out amongst all the baby faced elves.. but that could just be my opinion.. .. she mentioned the lack of wrinkles.. and he spoke on how his Fathers hair was white.. - .. What colour is your hair Finn?.. .. she was curious.. it would help slot in those final few ideas of how he looked.. though her idea would not be perfect.. quite possibly far from it.. but it was something at least- .. and of your eyes?.. forgive the sudden amount of questions.. .. she felt her cheeks colour a little as her hands fell back to her lap- .. just trying to get a picture.. though I fear.. its kind of like putting a puzzle together.. I fear I might not do you justice in my head.. but yes.. handsome.. as much as you might not want it.. I imagine you don’t want for attention.. .. she offered a smile there and a little nod of her head.. greatful when he slid the blanket up over her feet there before she settled in to listen to him read to her..
(07:10:07 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: her head rested back against the seat cushions her fingers idly rubbing against one another as he spoke with perfect prose.. tone.. emotion.. she knew the story so very well and yet she loved to hear it over and over.. she would never ever bore of it.. she hadn’t heard it though in a very, very long time.. so this right here was a real treat.. he was painting the picture for her.. and she could just imagine the drawings coming to life.. the second pause caused her to tilt her head.. hearing him say it was an odd story.. that he wasn’t sure how he should feel about it.. and that where-ever the foreign land was he was certain he wouldn’t like to go there at all.. she chuckled a little and nodded- .. it’s very peculiar to begin with.. almost making you want to put it down and move away.. that it doesn’t sound so very happy at all.. .. she gave him a smile- .. if you are uncomfortable we can read something else.. I assure you though.. it takes a turn.. there is so much to be understood from between the lines.. so much you can learn from it.. it’s a truly beautiful piece of writing.. but that it.. my opinion of course.. perhaps you have a favourite you would prefer?.. I do have quite a few books.. though they are all no doubt quite dusty from disuse.. but you’re more than welcome to peruse.. or we could just sit and talk.. I will leave that up to you..
(12:30:36 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *He could only imagine how hard it would have been to have held in such good news around those who you loved so very much. He did not think he could do it so very well himself, in truth, he would probably end up giving it away in some form or another. It wasn’t that he couldn’t keep a secret, he was very, very good at that… It was simply more that he could not keep joy from those he loved. He was a little like a child in that way, his desire for those whom he held dear to always be happy was quite high, and when given the chance he spoiled those he cared for. It was a little curious to hear on Sydel and Sybelle, he thought they were sisters, twins… After all, they had the names of those whom are twins, often similar but different… They were of similar looks, though from all the reports he had heard, the coloration varied vastly… One had pink eyes and white hair, the other had purple hair and one green eye, one blue… Though as of yet, he had not seen either in person, not yet. They were both out of town, Sybelle and her husband of the moonlight tryst were in their home in the mountains, wintering there in a quiet honeymoon. The others were gone though apparently that was not terribly uncommon, that husband and wife set were very active in and out of the community, though that whole activity… Well… He did not pursue the rumors long, the sexual antics of any one person or people were none of his business, the less he heard about that the better in his mind. From what she was saying though, this wasn’t a set of twins, but one person… Was there a bit more perhaps to look into?* “One day I will have to find out how this is possible… It sounds like a bit of a fairy tale doesn’t it?” *After all, how does one split a person in twain? They went on to speak of his niece by marriage, and at least on that front in some small way, he could say he knew what she was speaking about.* “I do indeed. I met young Jacob this morning, I went to purchase you some salve for your fingers, it was the least I could do since they are so cut up and dry from assisting me in a task not familiar to you…” *Which he would be applying for her tonight when he left, after all, he did not want her to be stuck with slippery fingers for a whole day. Bit unpleasant it would be, surely?* “I knew Aeson as a child, we used to do business, his father and I. Aeson had a temper even as a child, but his mother was lovely, she was the only one who could calm him. I can say indeed those two are like night and day…” *Still, all did seem well and happy, at least it appeared that way from what he had heard… But what people say in the open and what they say behind closed doors? Not always the same… Still, who really knows? The fact that the three were together was enough, and one had to give them at least some allowances, three hearts were a little harder to manage than two… They spoke on her sculpting, something he thought she might enjoy, saying when he left he would buy her a block of clay to play with…. Though… In his chest… He had reasons for it… Things he was not aware of yet, the unfurling of tender things that had not known the light cast on them for some time, causing him a bit of blushing and confusion because… To be honest… He wasn’t sure what this was.* “I am entirely aware that there is nothing I have to do, but this is something I would like to do, though if it would embarrass you then of course I would not do so… I do not wish to cause you discomfort.” *After all, what was the good of giving a gift if the gift was not wanted, or even embarrassed the receiver? He would prefer not to do so, not at all. They spoke for a moment on his wife, finding himself flushing, his cheeks reddening…He was usually so much more controlled, in much better possession of his facial emotions, the shifts he kept inside behind a very pleasant expression.* “I speak the truth, flattery is for men who are courting a woman, and I do not think you would be open to me courting you.” *Though… Odd… He felt another strange little pang… Almost like someone snapping a switch on him somewhere about his heart area, a little sting, and he simply chalked it up to him being a foolish and vain elf… Something he needed to work on. He did want to get her a cane though, something slender and delicate like herself, easy to use and flexible, something to help her feel when something was ahead of her so she might not run into it…* “It sounds as if I missed quite the party… Though I can Imagine just how difficult it could have been for you at times to deal with so many changes… Which is indeed, where the cane would come in, and so far I have seen it be quite helpful…” *He said with a slight nod, though he knew she could not see it, it was so very much a part of habit that he found he might never be able to give it up. The cane itself was easy and simple though, quite light weight and easy to use, often color coded so those knew the person wielding it was blind in some way and might offer aid if said owner was struggling with something. He man who had designed it had his own belled for as he grew older, his sight deteriorated quickly and he wished to remain independent and not burden his family, and in the end his creation had served dozens of people and did him much credit.* “It’s long but slender, and the tip is cloth covered so it makes a soft tap sound when you strike something with it, and it will help you a great deal about running into objects… Though so far, horizontal things above ones waist are sadly, out of anyone’s range to avoid. Still it will give you a good deal of freedom that you have no had before, and it would allow you a bit more independence, a chance to feel more in control of your own life.”
(12:30:45 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *He had come and knelt at her feet then, a smile on his face as he guided her fingers to touch him, to let her see with touch what a smile felt light… She had asked if she might touch the rest of his face and he had obliged her, he was no harm in it, and deep down… Even though his cheeks were flushing, his heart speeding up a touch, he liked it… There was something enchanting about her touch… Made him want o rest his head in her lap, let her do as she wished to her hearts content… So very odd for him to feel that was, he was struggling with the newness of it all, and yet he didn’t quite want it to change either. They spoke a little back and forth, and as he talked she could feel the way his lips moved, the motions in his cheeks or the way he held his eyebrows.* “I did indeed… Sometimes we are blessed with good genetics, though having pretty parents does not guarantee a pretty child, and vice verse… As for the facial hair… I can not say if it is becoming or not… I shaved daily when I was with Jannah, I felt that a King aught to look like his people, and sporting a beard that so few can wear was both unfair, and unjust to those under my rule. After she died, I stopped… But it is more than my face though… I fear I have it everywhere… Not as hairy as a human male can get, no, but far more than yon male elf does…” *He got looks for it too, some women wore lust in their eyes when they looked at him others was a sort of rampant curiosity, but both he was vastly uncomfortable with… Though hearing Vivian say that she liked it… Well… Maybe it helped him like it on himself a little bit more… Though it didn’t stop him from bathing alone, and never, ever taking his shirt off even when it was rampantly hot… He remained clothed at all times except when sleeping which he did nude, and of course bathing, otherwise though he kept the hair part a secret… Well, the body hair, at least. He spoke on the lack of wrinkles but how they did go grey, and how his fathers hair was pure white now, hearing her ask about what color his hair was.* “It is a dark brown, like freshly turned earth when it’s almost black from being wet, like loam… The same goes for my eyebrows and the rest of my hair… And my eyes are… Well, they aren’t just one color. They are a few… A little hard to describe… But they are a dark navy on the outer ring… And a white blue in the middle, almost an ice white, with more dark blue around my iris… There are flecks of softer blue and hints of gold in them too, but so far, I think that’s it…” *He did not look at his eyes all that often after all. Then again, he did not make friends with his mirror either, that was just not his habit. In truth most days he barely glanced at it. She said his looks were a bit like putting a puzzle together for her, and though she said she might not have it all correct in her head, she felt he was handsome… That made him feel a deal better than he would ever admit to though, or really, should admit to… * “Can I be terribly honest with you, Miss Viv? I haven’t touched a woman since the day we found out Jannah was pregnant… That was twenty eight years ago. Your the first since my wife.” *He hoped that didn’t make her uncomfortable, it was simply the truth, and he wanted her to know he wasn’t the type of man who went skirt chasing. She was perfectly safe around him, and had no need to fear he might try to take advantage of her, or push her position… He respected her a great deal, and he would never, ever wish to sully her. He had gotten up then and settled her blanket about her feet properly, lightly, not wanting to startle her. He settled down with her book then and began to read, but just a few paged in he noticed that it was quite the odd bit of literature indeed. She said they could stop, that though it was a favorite of hers, she was not opposed to him reading something else.* “No, no, no… I like it is just rather odd… I find it hard to believe someone as sweet as yourself would enjoy something that sounds so very… Dismal… You say it makes a turn, and so it does, let us read on…” *He said, reaching out to lightly pat the tops of her feet, just a little thing before she could hear him shift and he began to read once more… He adored talking to her, and once he realized that, it made him do a bit of self reflection… Reading to her was giving him the chance to allow his mind to settle and everything else to do the same inside him, all while painting pictures for the both of them, and he found that fir the first time in almost thirty years… He felt truly relaxed… Peaceful… He didn’t want it to end… As he read he found himself shifting a bit more towards her, until his arm was resting on her chair, she would have been able to feel his heat around her legs as he just drew them in closer without realizing it…*
(05:30:30 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: .. she offered a smile and nodded when he said he thought the whole idea of splitting a person in two was a bit of a fairy tale..- .. it seems a bit that way doesn’t it.. I learnt long ago to not question the ways of the world.. clearly this was how it was to be for those four.. as to the hows or the why’s.. you’d be best to speak with them I imagine.. I’m sure either brother would be able to stere you in the right direction.. .. she tilted her head when he said he had purchased some salve for her fingers.. that it was the least he could do since they were so cut up and dry from assisting him in a task that was perhaps not quite so familiar to her.. - .. Oh! You didn’t have to do that.. .. she rubbed her fingers together a little.. feeling the small cuts that had been developing over the past day or to.. he was right.. she wasn’t used to perhaps this much work in the hall of records.. she often helped where she could.. but never to this extent.. though she was enjoying helping him.. she really was..- ..I thank you however, I am certain if it is from Dr Anikin it will work perfectly.. I have yet to see him stere anyone wrong.. .. he spoke on knowing Aeson as a child.. and how they used to do business.. Tirithon and him- .. His Father was an intringuing sort.. different.. I can’t say I know the family well really.. not at all.. only Ace.. and only from when he was around before he disappeared.. his Father though.. a bit.. well.. .. her brows drew inward- .. handsy is not the word I am looking for.. but it seems the most appropriate.. .. she nodded- .. got a bit to familiar for my liking.. I was greatful to hear he had gone.. I am usually quite a good judge of character.. and for some reason.. I just got the most odd vibes from him when he was here.. something wasn’t quite right.. I don’t like to be like that.. especially considering I don’t know him .. I think if I am honest.. I know you better than I know him.. but it just didn’t sit right with me.. .. she rubbed her lips together.. he spoke on helping her out with sculpture if she would be so inclined.. offering to pay for some clay for her.. she declined his offer though he asked if it would embarrass her.. she shook her hand and her hands rose.. - .. Oh no.. no no it’s not like that at all Finn.. I guess.. I just don’t want you to feel you have to, that’s all.. You’ve yet to cause me any discomfort.. even with out little.. misunderstanding a day or so previous.. she laughed a little.. remembering all to well when she mistook something he had said.. when she offered her home to him any time.. that was awkward.. extremely so.. but enough to find it entertaining now that it had passed.. he had complimented her and she spoke on him flattering her.. only for him to say it was only for men who are courting women.. and that he didn’t think she would be open to him courting her.. - .. Are you saying if you were courting a woman.. myself for example.. .. she tilted her head.. she was clearly playing.. poking.. prodding at him a little- .. that you would use something as insincere as flattery?.... she chewed upon her amused smile there before she laughed a little he spoke on helping her out with a cane.. and she had agreed that one would be helpful to her.. upon reflection it would aid her a great deal.. give her a little bit more independence.. he described it to her then.. the soft tap it would make when it struck the pavement or objects she had pointed it at.. that it would help her a lot.. - .. it sounds wonderful, yes please.. I would like that very much.... he had come to kneel before her.. allowing her to touch his face.. she focused upon that facial hair there at the end.. asking him about it.. he spoke on shaving daily when he was with his wife.. that he felt a King ought to look like his people.. - .. I feel a King can look however he chooses.. but those are my thoughts.. my opinions.. .. her hands slowly fell down to her lap there.. - .. It’s a part of you.. it’s who you are.. .. she tilted her head.. offering an understanding smile- .. you can fight it all you like.. remove it every single day from now until you take that final journey.. but it will always be there.. and you wont get those moments that you spent removing it back.. time is fleeting Finn.. you must grasp it.. and use it.. exploit it to your own ends.. enjoy it.. for the moments that have passed us.. we can never have back again.. .. she asked him about his hair colouring and his eyes.. he explained how it was so very richly coloured..dark almost black.. and the same with his eyebrows.. the eye colour made her smile- .. Wow.. your eyes sound utterly enchanting!.. such colour I imagine to be quite rare.. why overall.. what with your hair and your eyes.. you’re quite the rare specimen indeed.. ..she smiled.. a slightly curious tilt to her head and a mild drawing in of her brows crossed her features when he asked if he could be terribly honest- .. terribly honest?.. well now.. that sounds a bit daunting doesn’t it.. .. she laughed- .. Finn, I would much prefer it if you were honest with me.. always.. I have to trust in you.. that what you tell me is true.. for I can not see it for myself.. so yes.. please be terribly honest with me.. .. she listened as he spoke on not having touched a woman since the day he found out his wife was pregnant.. that being twenty either years ago.. that she was the first since his wife.. she paused a moment.. perhaps a little startled by it.. a little surprised.. he sounded so very charming.. charismatic.. she struggled with the idea that he had steered clear of women since his wife.. he sounded and felt heart achingly handsome.. so by his words.. it took her a moment to digest.. to allow them to sink in.. before she offered a smile and a little nod of her head- .. well Finn, I am honoured you let me touch you, from your words your wife sounded like a true honest beauty .. so please allow me to thank you for obliging me..for allowing me into such a personal space.. We are in similar boats you and I.. just missing our second paddles.. so weve been spinning around in circles for a great many years without a guide.. .. she chuckled a little- ..I will admit to not having touched another man since my Husband.. and he was my only.. it’s amazing really how.. you don’t even realise how much time has passed.. until you look back on it with wonder..
(05:30:55 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: .. she had settled in there with the blanket that he had fixed for her.. he began to read to her.. the only book she really enjoyed.. the one she had had since she was a child.. some of the pages had indeed come loose but were still sitting in place.. he read it perfectly.. with the right pitch the right tone.. perfect prose.. he questioned the book.. calling it a little peculiar.. a little odd.. it didn’t seem so happy.. so pleasant.. she told him they could choose another if it would be making him feel uncomfortable but he rejected that.. she smiled and nodded when he said he found it hard to believe someone as sweet as her would enjoy something that started out so very dismal.. her cheeks coloured just a little- .. You will see.. for even when all seems lost.. when all seems dark and when the world appears to have turned its back on you.. there’s always something there.. just waiting for you to find it.. a certain kind of salvation.. .. she felt him pat the tops of her feet there and she curled up a touch.. resting back against the soft cushioned back of the chair.. she could hear him shifting a little.. his voice a little closer.. and then a little closer still.. before she could feel his bodies heat.. she could hear his hand coming down to rest there upon the arm of her chair.. her head tilted and she smiled.. it was nice.. it was cosy and comfortable.. - .. I want you to do something for me.. .. she spoke up quietly.. turning her head in the direction she figured he was now seated upon- .. one of these days.. when you are taking a bit of time to yourself.. a bit of a day off.. so to speak.. blind fold yourself.. for.. a short time.. I don’t expect anyone to last the day.. or even half.. but just.. a little while.. let your other senses do all the work.. it will put a lot of things into perspective for you.. it will allow you to think things.. a little differently.. You don’t have to of course.. but I think.. it might help.. you have a lot on your mind.. and whilst it sounds as though you are slowly.. beginning to relax.. there’s still a lot there.. bundled up quite tightly.. .. she lifted her hand .. reaching it across to his there upon the arm of her chair.. might have taken an attempt or two before she found his hand but she got there in the end with a light amused chuckle- .. I think you just need to think about something else.. to find your answers..
(12:22:37 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
says to '...Eyes of the Fallen..: “Indeed it does.” *He, at that moment in time, could not truly fathom one person becoming two. Elves were not earth worms, one can not simply split them in twain and both sides exist, it did not work that way…. Did it?... He had never heard of such an example before. How strong then, were these brothers to have brought about such a change, and why? Were they Eldar? Or… Something else? True, he might lean just a bit on that his species was the best species, he was and old school Elf after all… But that did not mean they were the end all be all of every race.* “I think… For the moment… I will leave the Loom and her many mysterious threads alone for the moment…” *He said, a smile in his voice as they spoke, wanting her to know she hadn’t said or done anything wrong. It wasn’t that he was not curious, it was more that he was afraid such a change, such a defiance of the natural order would take his mind completely off of work. Until his work was concluded, he would have to put that fascinating thing on the back burner, otherwise nothing would get done.* “Though… Perhaps when our… My work is completed here, I might just go and ask them, see if they might be willing to help me learn and document such an event… Though… It might keep me here until summer… Perhaps even Fall or longer…” *He said, curious as to what she might think about such a thing, if she would be excited or neutral about him staying a little longer… Though why he was so eager to see any little nuance flash across her face was a little beyond him, he just couldn’t quite put a finger on some of these odd little urges he was having, or why he felt a little bubble of something happy inside when she did or said a something… It was almost… Vexing… Because truly, for the life of him, he couldn’t get a bead on the cause. Topics shifted to how he had visited with young Jacob, how he had gotten her a bit of salve for her hands to help heal the little paper cuts and their getting a little chapped, wanting to make up for the damage as it was all his fault in the first place.* “He was a very polite young man. My visit with him was pleasant indeed. He said I was to rub this into your hands before bed and that in the morning much of the damage should be gone.” *He felt a little surge of glee in that moment, like a little bubble of excitement when he said it, though it had come and gone so fast that he couldn’t really figure if he had felt it or not. They went into Aeson and his father, and he had traded with Tirithon some in their youth, both young kings waiting for heirs… At first it was not too bad, he had thought that Tirithon had forgiven their family for the actions of Melima, that their trade would continue on as it had for some many years… Later years would prove that was… Not quite the case… But he wasn’t about to reveal that to Vivian… He felt his cheek twitch, something that surprised him because he knew that twitch was a sign he was angry, a little beyond angry… Usually he simply kept it inside, he was fair but stern in his judgements and his punishments, he never let his temper show not even in battle… It was why so many had called him the Viper, he was silent but deadly with his blade, and he never showed a single drop of emotion… Yet hearing that Tirithon had been placing his hands on Vivian, a woman who he genuinely respected and admired, who’s company he enjoyed… It angered him enough to flick one of his very few tells… His voice however had not changed, it was still deep and smooth, unaffected by the things going on inside him.* “Tirithon is like a cuckoo bird… He seems quite like everyone else, just an Elf living his life, but beneath the plumage he is something else entirely.” *To be honest… He was half in love with Tirithons wife when they were children, long before he had met Jannah, before he was promised… She had been a beautiful woman, so charismatic and happy, always laughing and telling stories… If the choice would have been his, he would have married her back in those days, and that poor sweet girl wouldn’t have died… So many lives would have been so very different. Still, that was simply how the Loom worked, people were meant to follow the grand design and though you may not be in the place you want, you are in the place you need to be…* “He was not a bad man in his youth, a little self-assured, a little full of himself but… Not an entirely unlikable fellow… I think a part of that is still in there somewhere, but over the years it has been buried under other things, made somewhat less important than other features.” *He would not badmouth the man, he was above that and he found such a thing to be insulting to his own character and belief in a gentleman’s code of conduct. Though he once more felt that odd little thrill when she said she knew him more than Tirithon, and though he knew it was a simple fact, it still made him feel a spot of pleasure for some reason. They moved on to the sculpting and how he would like to buy her a block of clay, thinking she might find pleasure in something like shaping a bowl or a pot, perhaps making a teacup or mug just for herself… Even perhaps trying her hand at making a face of someone from her memory? Something to keep what he thought was a beautiful mind active… He thought perhaps the offer had embarrassed her and wanted to clear things up, he was not of the mind to do anything that might cause her a moment of distress, he just wanted things between them to be clear… Free of any troubling emotions… Her bringing up the little event the other day did well to make him blush though, he remembered that all too well, a slight chuckle there as he held his hand over his eyes for a moment.* “Ah yes… That… I promise I feel that I have no obligation to do anything I assure you. This is something I want to do because you deserve it. Is that not the best reason to give a gift? The most just and righteous?” *It was also one of the few ways he felt he could give her a gift and not have her think that strings and such were attached to it… He didn’t want her thinking he was going to be expecting things from her if he did so, he knew all too well that it was the ah, done thing to offer gifts when trying to get into a woman’s bed… It was honorable in that case as well, yes, elves are not exactly ah… Celibate… Well… Most aren’t… There was no shame in going down that path but with Vivian… He wanted her to know it wasn’t like that. *
(12:22:52 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *She startled him then, catching him off guard, not because she was teasing him but… Because of what she was teasing him about. He flushed… Not just blushed, but outright flushed, from neck to hairline, his eyes wide. Was he?... Did he want to?... He got his well known iron strong grip about his reactions and shoved them right back down where they came from, slowing his breathing, his heart beat all at the same time… Even if she was only teasing… Playing with him a bit… He had to pause and process it for a fast second… Why? Because when other women had teased him like that all he had felt was a perfect sort of detachment, a lack of any measure of interest, even a slight though polite boredom… He had had more than a few women trying to slink into his bed over the years he knew and yet… Vivian was the first person to not only make him blush but to feel something… Rather than a resounding refusal, there was an honest interest, a desire… By the Loom… Did he want to court her? Surely he was far too old for that? He hadn’t courted anyone since Jannah and that had only been for a short time in their lives together… Could he even do it? Good Gods… He had no idea… And that was perfectly shocking to him. Still, she deserved an answer, he just hoped she wouldn’t read too much into the little silence that had unfortunately formed between her teasing and his answer.* “No… I think I would buy you flowers… Ask you to join me on walks where you could tell me anything you liked… I would try to show my affection and honest desire for you in smaller, honest ways, like fixing something that had been broken or some way to make your life a little better… I am sadly a rather bluntly honest elf, and flattery is a beautiful thing, but I find my tongue has no skill in it.” *He hadn’t ever…. Ever really thought about it… Felt anything like this… He was trying to sort his own mind out all the while his emotions were swinging between some sort of foreign and unknown elation and a stomach plummeting drop of nerves that he feared would leave his palms sweating… It was weird for him, in every sense of the word. He switched topics to the cane, explaining about it a bit, what it did and how it functioned… It would give her back a bit of her independence, a chance for her to attend the festivals once more without her heard being saddened at the idea of taking the joy away from someone else, especially someone she felt deserved it a bit more than herself.* “I will have one rigged up today then, plenty of wood workers are finding themselves knee deep in work with so many wishing for sleds and runners and skates… A bit of left over wood from one of the longer toboggans could easily be used to craft it and no time at all…” *Which sparked an idea for him to perhaps treat her… A little… Well… Not a date… No… But… Something… Bah… Even his brain was becoming a tangled knot! Topics shifted to the ever rare facial hair among elves and he related that it was a bit stronger with him than just his facial hair, he had hair all over, and it had caused him more than a bit of discomfort once his change had happened… It made him button up and kept him from swimming publically, taking baths as others did was just not going to happen for him, too many eyes and then the questions that followed after… He told her he had shaved daily with Jannah, he felt he had to match his people, to be one with them so they might not feel as if there was such a grand gap between them… He smiled at her words in reply, knowing she would feel it, his voice showing that smile through the way his voice rose just a bit.* “I am not at home right now, and tell me, do you feel a clean shaven face beneath your fingers?... It has been a long time since I decided not to shave my face, the last time was when my Jannah died, but this time it is because I am not a king here… I am just me… Just Finn. A man who is trying to help a people right some very big wrongs, to settle the dust and confusion, and hopefully have a happy resolution… I promise you Vivian, I won’t shave it until I go home, so if you are fond of it you have a few months to enjoy it.” *He said, softly teasing her back, if only a little… She had asked about his eyes, the color of his hair, which he had done his best to tell her… He was not a vain man by any means, but he was honest, and gave her the bare bones about the way he looked without being too plain either. She sounded like she was enchanted with him indeed, which brought him a bit of pleasure, he couldn’t deny that… Even he liked to know he was still attractive… Plus with Vivian he felt she was far more honest about it, and her finding him attractive, it meant more than a thousand courtesans vows… Her opinion? He found that it mattered to him… Mattered to him a great deal. He had asked her then if he might be honest with her… He felt this was needed to be said, so she might understand him a bit better, that he was not seeking to find a little something on the side here… He was honest with her to the bones, and he would hide nothing from her either, he was coming to value her too much to do so.* “I will never lie to you Vivian… Ever. I wanted you to know that as a man, and an elf, my actions are honest with you. I will never ever do anything to make you feel sullied, my intentions with you are above sterling, I do swear and promise this.” *He wanted her to know she was safe with him in all things, and all ways, he would never take advantage of her blindness nor would he let any harm come to her in his presence. She admitted herself then that she too had not been with anyone since her husband, and her little example he found was wonderfully apt, for oft times he felt quite adrift and alone in the sea of life… Watching others sail and paddle away quite happily… Able to move forward while he just sat there, unable to do more than turn…* “I think it’s strange… To be so used to someone, to love someone so much and then have them taken from you, it rips your life apart… You loose your map, your compass, even the stars are taken from you and you can’t navigate… You just sit there and watch people go by… After a while it hurts less, you get used to it, and you get the strength to wave at those who go by… Like you and I… We’re a bit lucky to find each other in a way… We can take solace in our similarly missing paddles.”
(12:23:06 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *He said softly before he resumed his seat and made sure she was tucked in, beginning to read though a few paragraphs in he noticed the book was a little… Dark… Well, no, not dark but… Certainly not expected. She said he might change the book but he chose not to, she said it got better and he trusted her, and he wanted her to enjoy herself... So on he would push, besides, it was not as if it was such a trial. It might be a little different, but different was good, and it had been a long time since he read something so unlike anything else he had…. She told him before he resumed reading that the book would teach him a few things, that when all seemed lost and the world is so dark and lonely, there was something waiting around the corner… A salvation just waiting to be sought… It was a novel idea… One he found he might just like… He resumed his reading, and as time when on, he drew in closer to her without realizing he had, simply letting the book and everything about her and her little home wrap him up… He was some chapters in before she spoke again, tilting his head his eyes left the page to look at her, his own head tilted as she asked him to try something for her… To blindfold himself. That had a brow rising and not out of any sort of condescending nature but rather… Curiosity.* “Do I sound like that? I admit there is a lot on my mind, but I was unaware that I was quite so easy to read, Miss Vivian.” *He was a mess inside… Not hopeless no, but it was a complete mad jumble of things where normally it was all quite clear, easily laid out… It wasn’t anything to do with the books either… It was more than that… It was… Something he couldn’t quite explain… Something he had never felt before and it left him chasing his own proverbial tail… When she reached out he thought she was trying to pull her blanket about or something, but when she caught his hand he nearly dropped the book, setting it down on the table as his fingers instinctively curled around hers… Her hand were so little… Precious… He lifted her hand to his lips without realizing it, kissing the rounds of her knuckles softly.* “Perhaps you are right… And I will try it… Though I fear Garafin might find it all too amusing and wonder why his guest is walking about with a blindfold… Perhaps it would then be your turn to help me, hmm?” *He said softly, his fingers still curled around hers, and he couldn’t for the life of him understand why he couldn’t release her… He wanted nothing more than to hold her hand for another minute… Another hour… Another day… It was so confusing… * “Are you hungry, Miss Vivian? It’s coming up to luncheon…”
(05:01:25 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: ..they spoke a little more on the rather intriguing predicament that was Sydel/Sybelle.. and how they were at one point just the one.. but now.. where there was need.. there were two.. for each half of one person was required by each brother..she listened as he talked on documenting it once all his current workload was finished.. that it might well keep him around until well into Summer.. fall or even longer.. she offered a smile there and a little nod of her head- ..Well Arvandor will most certainly be honoured to keep you comfortable for the duration of your stay.. regardless of how long it turns out to be..and you’re welcome to pop by should you find yourself with time to spare and no other engagements that need your tending.. though I fear in the Summer and Spring you might not find me quite so easily.. for I most certainly will not be house bound.. I like to wander.. spent many a night out in the middle of a field.. if for no other reason than just because I didn’t feel like coming home.. .. she nodded when he mentioned Jacob and this wonderous salve that was going to fix her mildly injured finger tips- .. Ah! he’s a little life saver that one.. and I thank you Finn.. for thinking of me enough to obtain it on my behalf.. I no doubt would have left it until it got extremely uncomfortable before I even would have thought to mention anything to anyone.. so thank you.. really.. you’ve my best interests in mind.. .. they talked a little on Tirithon.. and her feelings on the man.. she didn’t know Aces Father all that well really to make any proper judgement calls.. but from the first impression she got.. she knew something was not quite right.. that and the fact he placed his hands upon her.. and wouldn’t so readily let her go.. nothing happened naturally.. but it just made her feel.. uncomfortable.. and perhaps even a little.. warey of him.. so she nodded when he said that on the outside Tirithon appeared one way but beneath it was something else entirely.. - .. I don’t know.. I don’t like to judge people.. especially when I don’t know them.. it’s simply not fair of me.. I just had this odd feeling.. that people should be careful.. around him.. something didn’t feel right.. but.. I could have been wrong.. still.. he is gone.. I don’t imagine he will return anytime soon.. he had this.. scent.. about him.. this.. I wont call it an aura as.. well.. I can no longer see those.. but.. I could sense.. a sickness.. something that ran deep.. deep down into the bones.. I fear he is terribly unwell.. and that maybe why the marriage has become such an urgent thing.. I recall Aeson only having proposed to Young Rose the night of post wedding party for Sybelle and Diovan.. and then they were off.. to be wed.. quite a whirlwind indeed.. I imagine there will be a coronation coming quickly on its tails.. if I am to understand Silverthorn and its ways.. .. she nodded a little.. he spoke on getting her some clay.. so she could try her hand at sculpture.. his reply that it was something he wanted to do for her because she deserved it caused a slight colour to flash across her cheeks.. a mild dip of her head- .. that’s very sweet of you, I thank you.. I actually look forward to it.. it sounds.. intriguing and I wonder quietly.. why I never thought on it before.. so again.. thank you Finn.. .. she was thanking him for quite a bit on this day, but it was all very much deserved she felt.. he was doing a lot for her.. and considering they had only known one another now for maybe a couple of days.. well.. he was being genuinely nice and she was growing a quiet fondness for his kind heart ..she teased him a little there.. prodding him about his flattery and courtship rituals.. she missed his flushing cheeks and his stuttering heart.. she did catch the sounds of his breathing however.. how it picked up a little.. just a touch before it was seemingly placed back under control.. did she catch him off guard perhaps?.. ahh curious she was indeed.. he talked on buying her flowers if he was in the courting position.. that he would ask her to join him on walks where she could talk on what she liked.. that he would try and show his affection and desire in smaller more honest ways .. fixing broken things or making her life a little better a little easier in ways he knew.. she tilted her head when he said he was sadly rather blunt and honest.. that flattery was not something he had a lot of skill in.. she shook her head a little- ..never ever be sorry for your honesty Finn.. afterall Honesty is the highest form of intimacy.. .. she offered him a smile there.. a little nod of her head following soon after- .. and always remember that when it comes to flattery that pretty words are not always true.. and true words are not always pretty.. You seem to think your honesty is something you should be ashamed of.. please don’t.. .. he had offered her a walking cane then.. to even get one made up for her.. that he would do so today.. that the wood workers were finding themselves knee deep in work for those skating and sledding.. she laughed a little and nodded- .. Oh yes, I imagine those and the metal workers for the blades would be working over time right now.. and clearly not used to all the attention they are getting.. but good for them! I think its wonderful.. this wintry blast has caught everyone by surprise and reminded us all we need to be a bit more organised and ready for just about anything.. for you never really know whats just around the corner.. We could all get snowed in at any point.. hopefully everyone else in the village heeded the warnings and stocked up on their food supplies just in case.. .. she nodded.. word had been passed around quite early about the shift and change in the Weather and since it had not snowed in so long a good dumping was well and truly on its way.. it was just a matter of when.. he had given her a little gift then.. showed her his smile.. she had taken in his face properly then.. feeling along his features.. his strong jawline.. his brows.. hair.. just beneath his ears.. she told him he shouldn’t worry so much about the facial hair.. that it was part of who he was.. the reason behind him not shaving here was because he was not a King here.. he was just Finn.. - .. Tell me.. do you enjoy being a King?.. or do you enjoy being.. just Finn?.. .. she turned to look in his direction.. curious indeed as to his thoughts on it.. to her he would always just be Finn.. she had met a few Kings in her lifetime and none were quite so.. open and honest.. they were always a lot more closed in.. more reserved.. some even didn’t like being spoken to.. she smiled when he said he wouldn’t shave until he went home.. so if she was indeed fond of it.. she would have a few months to enjoy it.. -
(05:01:30 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: .. Ahh!.. you don’t have to change yourself for me.. if you really are not comfortable .. then you do what ever makes you feel comfort.. How you look matters not to me Finn.. though I know.. though touch that you must be quite handsome indeed.. it’s not the reason on why I enjoy the time we spend together.. .. she shook her head- .. you intrigue me.. you make me think..you’re kind hearted.. strong willed.. heavily invested in whatever you choose to do.. you are determined.. and so very book smart.. You’re a gentleman.. and you make me smile.. you’re a lot of fun.. and none of that.. has anything to do with how you look to me.. .. she would offer him a smile there.. she asked him about his hair colouring and his eyes.. and it just slotted in a few more pieces of the puzzle for her.. she was genuinely surprised to hear about his eyes.. and how different they were.. before he spoke on honesty once more.. she told him she would only want his honesty.. he told her he would never lie.. ever.. that his actions would always be true.. - .. I thank you.. I will admit at times it is hard to trust.. especially when so much can go on without my knowing it even right in front of me.. but you have yet to give me a reason not to trust you.. and for some reason.. whatever that may be.. I don’t think you will ever give me a reason .. .. he had confided in her that she was the first woman he had let touch him since his wife.. and she in turn admitted something much the same.. her husband was the last man she had touched.. and had allowed to touch her.. she had a couple offer to court her.. and would sometimes find flowers within her home.. or there upon her stoop but.. that would always be as far as she would allow it to go.. nodding as he spoke on it being strange to be so used to someone.. to love them so much only to have them taken.. - .. it does.. it can rip you to pieces.. and it weighs so heavily upon you for what seems an eternity.. I don’t think you even really notice when it starts to not hurt quite so much.. just over time.. you go a little numb to it.. and its hard to explain to those that have not been through it.. what it is like.. because how can you put a single emotion to it.. or a feeling even.. it hurts and it aches.. it’s that emptiness.. that will never truly go away.. but that you learn to live with.. .. he had picked up her book then and began to read to her.. commenting on the story being a little dark in places.. a little odd and peculiar.. and it was.. a weird little tale.. but she knew how it went and she figured he might well get something out of it also.. it might help him too.. as it had helped her.. she told him to go on if he could.. that it would change.. before she asked of him to do something for her.. to blindfold himself if he was feeling of right mind.. to force his other senses to take control.. to give him the space to think things on a different tangent.. to allow his mind to really work.. without distraction..- .. you do.. .. she nodded a ltitle when he aside if he sounded like he had something on his mind- .. I am of course not privy to whatever it is that is on your mind.. and I would never go so far as to assume.. I just feel.. that there is something there.. something you are struggling with.. and you do not have to share it with me.. Only you know how to navigate your own mind.. I just find that sometimes when the distractions around you are taken away.. just of every day things.. of life.. even something as simple as the four walls around you.. when its all gone.. and yet you are still awake and alert.. you are forced to look at whats happening.. you are able to focus a little more clearly.. You don’t have to of course.. it’s simply a suggestion.. something that might help you.. .. she had reached out for his hand.. it took a few attempts.. as she slid her fingers across her blanket there.. before she caught his hand upon the arm of her chair..she felt his fingers curling up around hers.. it was ironic really.. the hands intertwining .. the fingers both wore well worn and in someways battered wedding rings.. she gave his hand a little squeeze there- .. sometimes I think our minds like to trick us.. and I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to try and explain whats going on in our heads when we don’t even understand it ourselves.. If I can.. give you a little advice.. from someone who has had plenty of time to ..reflect with no distraction.. don’t think to much.. you will just create a problem that was not even there in the first place.. overthinking causes so very many problems.. .. her fingers twitched a little when she felt the warmth of his lips pressing to the rounds of her knuckles.. there was a soft colour there upon her cheeks.. - .. If you are of mind.. I could help you yes.. though remember it will be the blind leading the blind.. should you walk into any walls.. or doors.. then.. it’s not going to be my fault.. .. she chewed down upon her lower lip there before she laughed .. their fingers remained curled for a little while to come after that.. a little silence falling between them as she looked in his direction.. or.. where she figured he was anyway.. before she heard him ask if she was hungry.. her brows drew in.. - .. Ah! is it already?.. well now that time went quite quickly.. .. she reached up with her free hand to encapsulate his between both hers.. giving a little squeeze before both of hers would release his completley- .. I could do with a little lunch yes.. how does it look outside?.. did you have something in particular in mind?.. I am certain I have plenty here in the house if not..
(12:25:08 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *He was curious if she might have liked him staying past the winter… After having given the general look over, seeing just where the Records stood, he didn’t see it taking longer than that for him to be finished with his work. He found himself wanting to stay, to come up with something to delay his departure, a reason to remain behind… Certainly not something he had thought about when the request had come to him, and even when he had first arrived he was more eager to return home than not, but that had all shifted… Albeit subtly. It had started yesterday to be honest, they were finishing up the day, the hour was late and the hall of records was more than a little chilly… He remembered catching her shivering silently though she said no word on being cold, and he had taken off his sweater and slipped it over her, the large bulk of it comfortably baggy on him but she virtually swam in it… In doing so though he had caught the smell of her hair, and just how little she was beneath his hands, the pretty tilt her nose had… He had felt the oddest urge in that moment, something he was not familiar with and yet he understood, something he had pushed to the side shortly after but hadn’t been able to shake… It stuck with him all the rest of that day even after he delivered her home safe and warm, even after he sought his own room at the Inn, well into a bottle of wine and a few hours deep sleep… It was there when he woke up… When he went to go and see Jacob for the salve… It was a constant niggling thing and yet something so subtle he wasn’t truly aware of it. He just… Wanted to see if she wanted him to stick around…* “Garafin said that is some of the busier times for his Inn, perhaps it might be wise if that is the case to seek out a small house to rent, I would not want Garafin to give up his bed for a customer when I could easily give up my own… Though if you take to wandering about I might just need to take up camping instead perhaps? If I do document these two women who were once one woman, I would need your assistance, of course.” *A little house might be better, and surely there was one to rent somewhere, and if she perhaps asked him to stay… He might just ask about for such a thing… Though the very idea of such a thing still set him a bit on his mental arse… Why did he want her to want him to stay? He couldn’t grasp it. Not at all. The idea of camping was a novel one though, aside from war campaigns he had never slept outdoors, so doing such night after night would be perfectly new to him. They spoke on the salve and how Jacob was quite the Doctor, to which he gave a nod of his head, a bit of a smile.* “He is indeed. I only wish I had thought of protecting your hands before this, it might have helped prevent a little discomfort for you, I would never wish you to be in pain while assisting me.” *The last thing he honestly wanted for her do was to be in any measure of pain… The salve was a start, but certainly not the end, he would be keeping a much closer eye on her from now on. Things rounded to the King and he had given a bit of his own insight… He had known a bit of Tirithon’s father when he was a youth, and he had grown up with Tirithon in the fashion that all princes do in neighboring kingdoms, forcing a sort of fostered companionship that would hopefully delay and push back any real sort of warring between kingdoms. Tirithon had been alright at one time, not loveable but not someone you instantly hated, he was just a man born to a certain position with a kingdom that had made enemies among other city states… He had big shoes to fill and perhaps that made pricks out of anyone… As he got older through Tirithon had changed greatly, then the breaking of the betrothal between Melima and Tirithon, the sudden fall out between their families… No one really knew where it had started, but he knew that it had certainly happened, after all he had been one of the victims of the change…* “That is an admirable quality… Judging someone oft times puts you in a position to only see part of a picture, remaining as neutral as you can allows you to see a much bigger part. It does seem as though something were going on, something pressing, usually such things do not get so rushed and pushed around… It’s not the done thing.” *Even if the future queen was pregnant, they still followed protocol, they still allowed a set window for the people to get to know their future ruler… The fact that Ace had proposed and then virtually the next day they were all packed off to Silverthorn was not normal by anyone’s standards… If Tirithon were on deaths door it would make so much more sense… The offer of the clay was meant to give her something she might enjoy, a change of pace, something a little more hands on and creative… She had tried to deny it, and it took a little bit of blunt honesty from him before she accepted it, admitting at the end that she was looking forward to it now… Wondering why she had not thought of it before.* “Perhaps because you did not do it before?” *That was often the way of hobbies, you do not realize it might be something you could enjoy because you had not done it before, or did not know someone who had. She had caught him a bit there, teasing him on courtship, and that had caused a bit of a hiccup inside him… The usually calm and serene emotional state within himself went a little topsy turvey… His heart had sped up as had his breathing, his cheeks had darkened, though he had thought he did remarkably well to get it back under wraps…Telling her if he was courting her that he would have not done it with words, rather he would have tried to show her he was a good prospective partner, one who could share in life’s ups and downs… That he was able to make her life a little more comfortable by doing things like fixing a broken window, or putting to home that one nail that kept catching on clothes, perhaps repairing a door that wasn’t closing right… Ways to… Enrich her life without changing it.* “I wouldn’t think so much as to be ashamed of… It is rather a point of pride for me in truth… I work hard at being honest with myself and others every day, and even though it is not flattering, it is always sincere… But honesty and courting… They do not match so terribly well… Honesty is not romantic, and courtship, it is meant to be thus is it not?” *It was why he was grateful in a way when he had his Jannah, she had loved him for him, and she had understood that romantic words were not his forte by any means.*
(12:25:33 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *They spoke on getting her cane made and how it would be easy enough now with so many wood workers being quite busy with everyone in need to new toys to use in the snow and on the ice. Finding a sliver of left over wood with the right sort of suppleness and length shouldn’t be any sort of a trial, though she did catch him a bit off guard about the possible chance of being snowed in, and the emotional reaction that caused in him… He wasn’t upset by the idea on any grand scale, he was not afraid of it no, after all he was at the Inn and he seriously doubted they would want for any sort of food… But what about Vivian? He found his emotions surged a bit at the idea of her being locked up, snowed into this little house, with no one to make sure she had firewood or that she was warm… The idea of her not being cared for… Scared him a little… He kept that to himself though, he wasn’t even sure what had caused such a reaction in himself, and until he did he thought it was better to remain silent.* “I am sure they did, after all, the snow alone should be enough of a warning to take every precaution…” *Thankfully Elves were not humans, humans were prone to think themselves invincible and able to do anything, elves knew to live WITH nature and not against it so they took their time to ensure all was proper and well. She had learned what his smile felt like then, something he would never have done for anyone else, but something he had wanted to do for her… It was such a small thing she missed, just seeing another persons smile, so he had wanted to give her the gift of his own. She had given him a feel over, his fingers soft and warm, almost ticklish on his skin as they spoke back and forth… Such a deep conversation and yet not uncomfortable, it was more natural than not to be honest, almost soothing… She teased him about his hair and he told her that he wouldn’t be shaving while he was here, though when she had asked him if he enjoyed being a King, or being just Finn… He was silent on that for some minutes, even though he could see her watching him in her sweet dark way, sensing him without sight… No one had ever asked him that, not even his Jannah, she had know deep down that he had never questioned himself on it before and her doing so would do nothing… It was a heavy question regardless though, and one that made him think deeply, strange pathways in his mind opening up that he had not even been aware of… He feared he could not give her much of an answer though, not because he did not want to, but because he did not want to leave her in silence for so long and he needed more time to think it over.* “I think that… Within a few months if things do not change, I will not have a choice to choose which I prefer more, as Jacob will inherit my crown as Rosamund’s husband. I will simply be just Finn, and the part of my life as a King will have come to its close as all Kings eventually do, and I will watch another young man take up where I have left off.” *He knew it was not much of an answer, but it was the best one he could give her and still be fully, completely honest with her. He wondered though, for just a flash of a moment, if she would want him if he were just Finn… Though right on the hells of that he was chiding himself for being a fool and thinking such undeserving thoughts of a woman who had only been kind. Truly, he was going to be ripping himself a new one once he was alone properly and remind himself that he was being a true and honest idiot and such emotional little flashes were not only unbecoming of him, but unworthy of the situation. And her.* “I am not changing myself, that is one thing I fear I can not do, no matter the good intentions. In truth it is a bit of laziness, I look forward to not having to shave every morning, the act is a touch uncomfortable on the skin no matter how skilled one is. I understand my words might seem a little odd, but I only wished to assure you that my intentions with you are safe, and though we might tease and flirt I will not press anything. I only wish for you to be perfectly comfortable with me, and I you, and be able to rest in the fact I will make no unwanted advances. I value our time together and you as you are, not to mention my own morals, to risk it.” *That and he had not desired a woman in… Far too long… Even Jannah who he loved completely and entirely was so fragile that making love to her had become a routine for an heir, and even being as gentle as he possibly could be, he knew she wasn’t truly enjoying it… His greatest regret with her besides being the cause of what killed her, was the fact he had never really pleased her in bed, she had never found climax with him no matter what he tried… Though he knew he could at least manage it because Theon’s mother was a shaking mess the few times he had used her to create his son… It was just… An odd mess in his head… A big mess… And all of this combines was making everything from his past start to rise up and he felt as though he had a knot in his head he was going to need to unravel… They spoke on how at least, them both being widows, they had a sort of soft solace in one another. They knew the pain, how it felt to live on with your other half missing, how your life is never really the same once they are gone but you have to keep living regardless…* “I think it’s like having your limb taken from you… You still feel it’s lack, the void of it’s removal, and your whole life is suddenly changed and made harder without them… You have to learn how to live with such an important part missing, and the pain of it’s loss always throbbing, reminding you… After a while it is like you said… You just go numb… You never forget, but you have reached a part where the pain is normal, and you can move on in the knowledge that you can still live and enjoy some things…”
(12:25:51 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *He had begun to read to her and he couldn’t help commenting on how parts of it were odd… Or a little dark… But even after she gave him the option to choose another book, he refused, and read on… He noticed it did indeed change a bit, and he found the story interesting, reading on for several chapters as he subconsciously drew closer to her before she stopped him… Mentioning that something was on his mind, and he had asked if he really seemed as such, for though it was true he was not aware it was something she could sense…* “I will not deny your keen ability, Miss Vivian… I have a few things on my mind I will not lie, things that I did not expect and because of that, my mental facilities are scrambling to solve them in an expedited fashion… I might give it a try tonight in the baths at the Inn… I am sure I will have plenty of privacy there to take your advice and let my mind focus on what it needs to without other interruptions…” *He would let Garafin know he required the bath for several hours of privacy once he returned, perhaps he would take an over night soak as he used to when he was badly damaged, giving them plenty of time to use the facilities before he took possession of them… He had to admit he wasn’t sure if Vivian was truly that sharp to have picked up on his state, or if in his age he was slipping, either way it was a touch embarrassing… She had then reached for his hand and he had caught hers, his fingers instantly curling around hers, noticing just how small they were… Feeling the warm gold band on her finger, knowing his own was thicker and larger but just as buffed and battered… He didn’t want to let her hand go for some reason, so rather than fight it he simply let himself hold her hand, the two talking in those moments… His heart needed to mellow out though, and he figured perhaps it had something to do with the fact he had a bare bones breakfast, just a bit of tea and toast… He was probably hungry and that was causing his system to go all sorts of wacko. The doctors did tell him that at his age he needed to stop eating like a youth and thinking it was fine to skip a meal or three, that it was time to slow down a bit and start eating normally, at least three meals a day if he wanted to keep up his muscle mass as well as his health…* “You may always tell me what you wish, Miss Vivian, I will never ask you to guard your tongue in regard to myself… You are perhaps right and I am thinking of too many things at once, I am admittedly guilty of it, and I will take your advice… Though if I walk into any walls, do you think I would have time to blame you, I fear I would be more worried trying to refrain from colorful language in the presence of a lady.” *He said, glad to hear her laugh, their fingers together a bit more before he had raised her hand to his lips to gently kiss the back of them, catching her blush as their hands remained entwined for a few more moments… He had asked if she might be hungry, indeed in their fun and talking the hours had sped by, and after a sift squeeze she had detangled her fingers from his own. He hadn’t even noticed the outside, indeed he had drawn the curtains in on the dark grey exterior and wrapped them up in the warm golden glow of the fire, which probably helped the hours slip by unnoticed. * “Between reading and talking I fear Father Time was raiding our hour larder… It is indeed that time… As for outside, I fear I drew in the curtains to close out the rather dismal grey, it also helps to keep the house warmer… I will check but as to anything particular, not today, I am sure we can find something…” *He got up then and moved to the window, only to swear very, very softly under his voice… Well no wonder if was blistering cold this morning, right along with how dark it was despite the sun having risen, it looked like a blizzard was blowing in… Thick white clusters were falling like mad and striking the window, he couldn’t see more than a few inches out into it, her entire yard was enveloped in white swirling clusters.* “Well… I can explain why it was colder this morning than the last few days… I fear that snow dump you were taking about has come, and if not, at least a very heavy fall… Until it has passed I fear I am rather an enforced house guest… That in mind… I can’t cook very many things I admit, and I am not sure what you can do, so we shall make an adventure of this luncheon…”
(06:25:23 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: .. she listened when he spoke on how if he did remain around longer.. to say.. investigate the little happenings between the brothers and their oddly chosen partners.. that it might well place him right in the middle of the busier times.. which would mean finding a place to stay in might be a little troublesome.. she nodded a little- .. it does get quite packed as the weather warms up.. there are a few festivities.. the larger events.. and then of course in Springtime are the weddings.. there will be a masque next season too, as there was not one in the events just passed.. and that usually brings them in from far and wide.. so.. yes I do agree..Garafin and Marabelle will have their hands full.. as will quite a lot of people around.. all the Paramours will be up to their elbows in requests.. the Moonlight tryst will be on their usual patrols.. doing what it is they do best.. you might well find it a little difficult to find a place to stay.. though I know Garafin would keep your room for you.. without hesitation.. he has extended afterall to try and keep up with the demand.. or so I have heard anyway.. .. she tilted her head when he said he might seek out a small house to rent.. or even taking up camping if she was going to be wandering about.. she laughed a little and shook her head- .. I do like to wander yes.. I am not much of a house bound mouse when the weather is warmer..I like to visit the pools when I can.. the surrounding forests.. the fields.. but no .. she waved her hand a little at him there- .. you don’t have to rent out a house.. you might well even find it hard pressed for that.. if you are indeed still in the area when it starts getting busy.. and you are indeed in need of a place to stay.. I do have a guest room.. it’s nothing fancy.. it’s simple.. just a bed, a small dresser and a cupboard.. when I returned here after everything had happened.. .. she motioned toward her closed eyes there.. her brows drawing inward a touch- .. uhh.. well I had a helper for a while.. as much as I tried to fight it.. I was a bit stubborn.. figured I didn’t need the help.. when I clearly did.. that’s where they stayed.. to make sure I was ok.. that I wasn’t able to hurt myself.. that I could learn how to be a little more self sufficient.. it took a while.. but I got a little better as time went on.. so really.. .. she tilted her head a little- .. the room is yours.. should you need it.. Come and go as you please..the only request I would have.. is that you don’t move the furniture.. .. she laughed a little- .. it makes things awkward when I start running into things… ..she offered a smile when he said he wished he had thought of protecting her hands before.. that it would have helped prevent the discomfort .. that he never wished for her to be in pain whilst assisting him..- .. I am fine really, it’s only very mild.. I have done worse on my own.. but thank you.. I appreciate you thinking of me.. I know the salve will work wonders.. and I might pop on some thin gloves when I go back to those books.. it might help a little more .. the had spoke then on flattery.. she teased him a little about courting.. he spoke on working hard to be honest with himself and others every day .. and how it was not so flattering.. that honesty and courting don’t match so terribly well.. that it wasn’t romantic.. and how courtship was meant to be.. wasn’t it?.. she pursed her lips together thoughtfully a moment..- ..I guess it all depends on what a person desires.. and I think it changes a lot.. with different factors.. wether it be something as simple as age.. or experience..as a youth you might well think you want something.. desperately even.. and then when you get older you come to realise that.. no.. it’s not really something you needed at all.. .. her hands lifted a little.. she tapped a finger to her chin- .. see.. I don’t know.. take myself for example.. since we are on the subject.. I am not one to want poetry and long walks.. the stuff hopeless romantics are made of.. those things.. that are all embedded in our minds by polite society.. which you yourself have just proven by thinking that courtship and romance worked hand in hand..I’ll take honesty, intelligence, respect and loyalty. Afterall.. a good man is a good man.. there’s never ever a need to put on a show .. or maybe I’m wrong.. and I’m the odd duck that doesn’t quite fit in with the rest of those white swans.. .. she laughed a little- .. I have heard about the shows some of the men around here put on to gain the attention of the women.. so many games are played with so many hearts.. it’s a bit sad to hear the dejection in the voices of those that have been let down.. those that have been forced to slide into a role that really is not so necessary.. it almost becomes a circus act.. small actions speak so much louder than the big vast displays.. at least in my book.. .. she tilted her head- .. Tell me.. did you court your lovely Jennah?....she was curious but not prodding.. making sure to word her questions in a light hearted fashion.. so they sounded more like.. simple easy words strung together more than personal probings.. she mentioned the fact there could well be a large amount of snow on its way.. how people could be easily snowed in..- .. I hope so.. I sincerely do.. admittedly everyone helps everyone out.. at the best of times.. the communities are fairly close knit.. but still the youth aren’t quite prepared for this weather.. why.. some of them would probably have never seen or experienced this before.. so they wouldn’t know what comes along with it.. still.. it’s not really something I can concern myself with too much.. not a great deal can be done.. and my worries will do nothing more than to make me unsettled.. she asked him if he enjoyed being a King.. or being just Finn as he put it.. he fell silent then.. and she paused.. waiting quietly.. just remaining still.. peering in his direction or so she hoped anyway.. listening out for his breathing.. - .. do you think that Jacob would want your crown Finn?.. . she would settle back in her chair there.. her hands coming down to rest upon her lap.. fingers gently interlaced..- .. it would mean he would have to move from his home.. from his parents.. from his work.. it would mean his family would be uprooted.. his children.. and then what of Rose.. to be torn between two kingdoms?.... she rubbed her lips together-
(06:25:31 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: of course this is all simply assumptions…for I could never be privy to their thought patterns.. but I don’t know.. I will honestly say I have often thought Jacob would remain here until it was his time to take that final journey.. this is his home.. he finally has all his puzzle pieces.. his family.. his Mother and Father have married.. he has close friends.. he has his children and his wife..the ability to follow his dreams with his medicine.. .. her head inclined- .. what would you do.. if it came down to that.. if at the end of it all.. he did through some reason.. I could just not fathom.. stepped up to take that crown.. what would You yourself do Finn?.. do you have plans?.. or are you just playing it all by ear.. taking it as it comes?..if you don’t mind me asking of course.. .. he had started reading to her.. picking up her favourite book.. she settled in with her small handmade quilt.. resting against the back of the chair.. she prompted him.. as they went on.. asking if he would maybe delve into the darkness for her.. to settle his.. somewhat warring mind.. she had heard it in his voice.. there was something there.. deep down.. she of course had no idea what it was.. but he seemed a little unsettled..- .. that sounds lovely, you should yes if you are able.. I am not saying it will work perfectly, it might not work at all.. but I think its worth a shot.. I don’t know what is on your mind Finn, all I know is.. you sound perhaps a little.. weighted every so often.. and I do understand that with the whole mess that surrounds your crown and your kingdom.. that alone would cause any person a great deal of stressors.. just try and breathe and find a path through it is the only advice I can give.. I wish I could help you more.. .. she had reached for his hand.. and he took hers.. he responded.. their fingers intertwined there a moment and she gave a little squeeze.. offering him a smile.. - .. we are all guilty of over thinking things.. I fear it is just how we are made up.. sometimes I think we enjoy stressing ourselves out to the point of frustration.. .. she laughed when he said he was more afraid of using colourful language around her than for running into walls whilst blindfolded- .. I have heard it all.. and quite possibly more than you realise.. and have uttered more than my fair share when I have run into walls.. .. she laughed - .. don’t mind your tongue.. really.. it’s fine.. .. she patted his hand.. their fingers released.. she asked him what it was like outside.. before he spoke on the snow dump having come a bit earlier than was expected- .. Oh dear.. .. her brows furrowed.. she nodded- .. right then.. well.. I guess we were to be prepared.. maybe it will settle in a while.. will just have to wait it out and see.. ..she placed her hands down upon the arms of the chair there and moved to stand.. placing the quilt back to rest over its arm.. - .. as for you being an enforced house guest.. really.. don’t be silly.. .. she chuckled- .. I think you have done more than earn your keep reading to me in the past couple of hours.. so thank you..really.. .. she brushed her hands down against her sides there- .. and no.. I can cook just fine.. you don’t need to do anything.. just settle in and relax.. I’ll organise something for the both of us.. you have done more than your fair share on this one day alone.. please.. .. her hands clasped together there.. waiting until he had sunk back down to sit.. or move t where-ever he had desired to before she would move back through into the kitchen area- .. You can have a look at the room if you wanted.. just in case you are around for longer.. that way you’l have an idea of what I mean when I say it is basic, might not be your cup of tea.. .. she called out to him.. the house itself was more like a cottage.. it was small and cosy.. the living area was opened up for easy access for her to move around.. and off to the side were a few doors.. there was the spare guest room.. which was as she had described it.. basically furnished.. it had a bed.. a small dresser.. a cupboard and a lantern .. there was a window that showed the green house.. beside that was her own room which was not much different.. far from being cluttered as she had to get around.. her dresser held many different coloured bottles or perfumes, hairclips and bangles.. her cupboard slightly opened held an array of coloured clothing.. and upon a hook the dress she wore on the day she met Rose.. the one that had a skirt like brightly coloured butterfly wings.. the inside of the cottage was furnished lightly.. the two chairs.. the table .. a desk.. lanterns.. the fireplace.. books so very many books.. drawn pictures here and there of people she knew.. people she had met.. there was an adorably cute one.. small in a wooden oval frame upon the mantle of her and one of her sons.. drawn with a perfect hand whoever had done it certainly had a gift.. it showed her properly.. the pair of them facing as one would for a portrait.. with her eyes open and a brilliant smile on both their faces.. she had busied herself in that kitchen.. having the oven turned on which filled the room up with such a lush warmth.. four small ramekins upon the counter top.. plied with fresh root vegetables and light on spice..a mixture of potato and pumpkin upon the top before they were placed within the oven carefully.. very carefully.. before she would go about measuring out the flour.. the sugar.. tapping her fingers across the filled fruit bowl in search for the lemons.. - .. I should have asked perhaps.. is there anything you really don’t like to eat? Or cant eat for that matter..
(06:10:26 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
says to '...Eyes of the Fallen..: *Spring and weddings… He had honestly forgotten that time of year often saw young hearts in a fever and many a vow taken. One tends to forget such things when other matters come to the front, and though he often signed many a congratulation letter to each new couple, that was as far as his involvement went. After all, what reason does an old, widowed man have in weddings?* “I am sure he would keep my room for me, and though I am well aware he has grown his Inn to accommodate a larger influx of people, I am well aware that if he got one more than space allowed he would give up his own quarters.” *Plus a small house would give him more privacy, though at the same time it was also more work, so it wasn’t without it’s drawbacks in that regard… Still, the ability to come and go without notice, well that was something he would gladly take up a few chores for… Though those reasons… Were his own. She mentioned being a bit of a roving soul when the weather allowed, and he teased a bit about taking up camping to follow her about a bit, hearing her laugh made the teasing worth it…* “Pools?” *He instantly thought of her naked and swimming in the moonlight, sleek and white as cream, and just and instantly he shot the mental image down and kicked himself for such a thought in the first place! Today was just one of those days were a puckish satire was going to plague his mind and make his entire time miserable. It didn’t happen often, but admittedly, some days he struggled with base urges that were beneath any self respecting elf… Right on the hells of that thought she offered to let him share a house with her, that she had a spare room for such a purpose, explaining how it had come about. He remained silent as she told him how it had been hard to adjust to her lack of sight, her stubbornness having made it a bit harder than it could have been, though in the end she had proven herself well enough to handle things on her own for the most part. He was not sure many other people could have done the same in her position… He chuckled softly when she mentioned that all she asked was he not move the furniture.* “I think, Miss Vivian, that I am capable of resisting my inner prankster and the urge to rearrange everything but in the same position as they had been before. Putting a chair where a table once sat, for instance, or an ottoman for a stack of pillows?” *He would never do such a thing of course, but it was nice to tease her back, if only a little bit. They spoke on the salve and how it was sure to work, her thanking him for thinking of her, as if it wasn’t a perfectly natural thing to do… Her mentioning wearing a pair of thin gloves so that the cutting and drying out of her poor hands might be spared…* “I think that a fine idea… A pair of soft cotton would do well I think… With, perhaps, a bit of rubber on the finger tips so that you might grip things better without fear of them slipping on the fabric.” *He had seen something similar when it came down to the archery gloves some men and women wore when hunting, it gave them better control over the shaft, allowing for a cleaner and stronger shot once the tension was released. He was sure something similar could be drummed up in an instant, it would not be terribly hard to do at all, and if it worked then he would feel a bit less guilty for her injuries assisting him. They spoke then on courtship and he was always one to think that he was… Poorly suited to the task… Abysmally so… It was not that he did not have romantic feelings, that was so very far from the truth though he would not admit such to just anybody, rather this was just that…. Well… Wasn’t it about being soft and sweet with ones words, acts of devotion and sweet gifts, secret posies of flowers with hidden messages? He felt he was far too blunt in word and deed for such things, and that flattery on his half would end up coming out either as a terribly farce, or a complete tragedy…* “I don’t think you are an odd duck… I think one should be led by the heart in such matters, and as you said, we think and feel differently as we age… You men and women burn with bright passions and ideals, they are just learning what lust and love are, and in that mix come some very…. Interesting courtships…” *He had seen more than a few that were quite interesting, some entertaining, and some he had downright thanked the Weaver that he was way too old and a widow so he would not have to even imagine replicating such a feat…* “I think much and more of it is natural, the grand displays are a bit like peacocks, and men are meant to capture the women’s attentions and affections… However…” *He said after a pause, watching her as she looked at him without her eyes, knowing she knew where he was somehow even when he was silent. It was a little odd, and yet to him a bit natural, but then again a lot of things felt natural with Vivian… It was a part of that warm, welcoming charm she had about him that he had liked instantly, wanting to be around her more often because that very nature of hers draw him like a cold traveler to a warm hearth.* “Not all men are peacocks, and not all women are pea hens, I think we are all a bit different in our courtship… Some of us are more like pheasants, others are quail, it’s the grand displays that are left to Swans and Albatross with their elaborate displays…* *He was probably more of an Owl or a Falcon personally… He was less so about displays and more about providing… A good home, food, protection… To him those were his version of chocolates, flowers, and poorly executed poetry… She had asked if he had courted his Jannah and he had to pause again… She had a way of lifting lids off of chests inside himself he had not realized she could reach into, shaking off the dust of time in his mind and his heart, making him take stock of what he had locked up so many years ago… How did she manage to do that? No one, not the most skilled courtesan nor the sweetest virgin could reach down into him and leaf through the pages of his life, and at this point he wasn’t sure if he was in love with her doing it or entirely unsettled… As of this moment? The jury was out… Blessedly.* “I did… and yet I did not court Jannah… We were betrothed, an arranged marriage, she had been sworn to me from the age of ten, and we were to be married when she came of age… It was just how it was done…”
(06:10:44 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *Jannah had come to him when she first flowered, a poor, fragile little girl with big beautiful eyes… He had been seventeen, and in no way interested in the skinny, somewhat odds and ends package he had been given. Still, it was a contract, and he would not shame himself or his family with refusing what had been designed for the betterment of his lands and people. It was another two years before Jannah blossomed, and though she was never going to be a strong woman in form or figure, there was a delicate sort of beauty to her… She was not a heart stopper, and many people would say that she would never truly be beautiful, her face too round to be anything more than cute… But when she spoke or smiled at him in that special way she had, she could bring him to his knees, that adorably solemn baby owl face of hers more dear to him than himself…* “We had a few years of her around me before she became a woman, so we were well acquainted with one another, though it wasn’t until two years into our marriage that we actually… Looked at each other as more than just a King and his Consort… She had just turned sixteen and I was nineteen and one day I turned to her and saw that she had become a woman somehow without me noticing really… By that point we were more friends than anything else, and aside from the customary bedding, we hadn’t even done so much as hold hands… Even our rooms were separate…” *Though that had not lasted long… When they had finally seen each other as more than just… Someone they lived with, when there was a true chance at something warmer, sweeter than a once a month bedroom visit… Well things changed… And admittedly, rather quickly… Of course, they had known each other for six years by that point, they were familiar with each other just… Not in love… Not yet… Not romantically, anyways…* “By that time we knew each other, but not romantically, and it was… Interesting… Courting your wife is… A novel thing… I did indeed court her but not in a way that would be… Normal. Not to most… It started off with buying her little pocket books with funny stories… Stuffed animals… I know, it’s a bit childish, but she never did outgrow her love of them… I fixed her broken music box she had brought with her from her parents Kingdom… I taught her how to draw a bow though, my poor sweet wife, could not have shot the broad side of a very big barn if she tried…” *Oh bless her, but Jannah was a horrible, horrible shot… When they hunted together, it was with the falcons and nothing else, the idea of setting his poor wife loose on some poorer animals was both sad and yet wickedly funny… He had teased her about it often only to get a pillow to the face, resulting in an all out war between them, landing the room cluttered with random lumps of fluffy things and feathers everywhere.* “I don’t remember how it started, or if it ever truly ended, but I think in the scheme of romance I am not a sweet suitor… I am blunt and a little coarse even, and Jannah used to swear I did not have a romantic bone in my body, I could not stomach the idea of poetry and chocolates were something I just did not understand the meaning of… That being said… What of your own husband? You say you prefer smaller actions and honesty… Is that how he courted you?” *Turn about was fair play at the end of the day after all… After a bit of time she spoke on the amounts of snow due to drop any day now, how the community was close nit and helped each other out, but many of the youths would not know what to do to save their lives. He didn’t think it would be too bad… A few of the older, stronger men and women of the community would go and check on the younger, no one would starve or suffer terribly. For those who struggled, it was a learning opportunity, a chance to understand what hunger and cold were and how to prevent such a thing happening next year…* “A little cold and a little hunger never hurt anyone permanently… Many of those who do not know what to do are not parents yet I am sure, any trials they might face are leaning lessons, and they will do well to remember them for the next year.” *She had asked if he enjoyed being a king or not, and he had answered her truthfully though perhaps not in a way she might have wanted, stating he might not have a choice in the end… Mentioning Jacob might get the crown if things did not change… She had asked him those questions then, if he thought Jacob would want it which he knew the young man would not, and Rosamund herself no matter how strong would crack under the pressure… Anyone would… She asked what he might do if Jacob did indeed step up and take his place, if he had any plans, or if he was just winging it…* “Jacob will not take the crown… I knew it before I even told him of the possibility… From what I had seen and heard of him, from meeting him myself, he is not a man who is made to rule at all… His heart would turn to ash in such a position… Rosamund herself would most likely break under the stress…” *He was no fool, nor was he blind to what was going on, and he had known the moment he had met Jacob that nothing was going to come of it… Yet he had no options… Melima was unmarried, and so far as he knew from what he was being told, not pregnant with an heir… He himself was heirless because of what Theon had done to himself, foolish youth and the damned surface, in one trip he had lost his son and his son in turn had lost everything… He released a soft sigh a moment later, reaching up to run his hands over his face, ruffling his hair up before smoothing it down as if such actions could shake off the tension or the displeasing thoughts running through his head…* “If I were able to step down… I wanted to leave… I wanted to be my own person… I have been the heir apparent, the prince regent, the King for as long as I have been alive… I was born to fill a role but I don’t want to believe it is all I am meant to do…”
(06:10:56 ) .:Fear The Rippling Blades:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
...When I Thrust You'll Scream My Name...
..Burning So Sweet You'll Die For It..
: *He wanted to know…. Who he was without a crown… He wanted to be free… He should have had that by now, his son Theon was almost thirty, more than old enough to of have taken the throne and had more than several children by now if his wife was able… Yet none of that might come to pass, ever. She mentioned that she thought he was stressed out, that she thought if he robbed himself of his sight temporarily that it might help him see things differently, might allow him to center himself in a way that would allow him to sort through the trouble within his own mind… He wished it were something as simple as the lies in the record books, the mess there the only cause for his distress, but it was not so simple… Worse too he was starting to fear… And wonder… About this way Vivian had about her… In the span of a few days she had made him think and feel more things than anyone had in the last twenty… That was terrifying in it’s own way…* “Anything is worth trying at least once I think… I apologize that my thoughts are coming through in the silence, truly, I do not wish to burden you with them… I will try the blind fold…” *Their hands met, linked, held close… He teased her a little about cussing as he ran into walls, fearing she might hear a thing or two from him if they were together on such a day, her own admitting she had cursed a time or two from a similar event… He chuckled before their hands separated and he felt the void her hand left in his palm, the two speaking on luncheon onto to find out they were indeed either being snowed in, or stuck in the midst of a sort of blizzard…* “I fear so… I do promise not to bother you for long, it is one thing to visit, another to be stranded… I fear I might make poor company.” *He said he could cook, to which she told him not to worry about it, she herself could cook just fine… That instead, he should settle in and relax or go to look at the spare bedroom she had been talking about, to which he decided on the later… He didn’t feel right resting while others were working… The room was easy to find, the cottage was sweet and simple in it’s make up, resulting in perfect flow of both warmth and navigation of space… The room would serve him just fine though… He might just beg her to let him bring in a bigger bed… He would roll right off the full sized mattress in there three times over in the span of half a night he was sure… Over all though everything else was more than sufficient… He stepped away and as he walked he saw her room was open and he fought quite the savage battle internally… It was her room… It was private… It was a LADIES room… Yet he couldn’t help peeking… Just a little one… Catching all the books in there, the pictures, the adorable little portrait one by an artist who had more then plenty skill… The dress caught and held his attention greatly, imagining Vivian in that, her long legs on display… Did she wear stockings? Or bare legged? When the wind played about did she have to hold the skirt down? He saw that it was a strapless gown as well as he wondered what Vivians shoulders might look like… Did she have a strong or delicate clavicle? Were her shoulders soft and round? What of her shoulder blades? And then his thoughts went to how her cleavage might be displayed and he physically pinched himself for that one with a sharp mental reprimand. He was pathetic. He heard her cooking, moving around this and that, hearing her ask if there was anything he didn’t like or allergic to…* “Only bananas… For some reason, I am allergic to bananas, though we don’t get them enough to be a problem… Aside from that I will simply be grateful for what ever you can spare me.”
(21:22:51 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
: -settles in-
(23:00:53 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: ..she had told him he was more than welcome to take up the spare room should the Inn suddenly become over-run with guests.. if he felt he was going to become a bit of a burden to Garafin.. she had a guest room, it was nothing special, nothing fancy .. very basic with a bed, a cupboard and a small dresser .. the only condition was that he did not re-arrange her furniture .. she didn’t care much for coming out in the morning and tripping over things that were not in the place she always knew them to be.. she couldn’t help the laugh at his response.. shaking her head a little- .. Now now.. Are you telling me Finn that you have an inner prankster?.. .. she tilted her head finding the idea all rather amusing- ..and here I thought you were also very straight laced and proper.. .. she tutted him clearly very entertained..- .. the offer however remains.. should you need it, it’s there. No pressure, no stress if you don’t need it, or want it.. the room remains vacant anyway.. I have a lovely lady that drops in every so often to keep it tidy.. ..her hands came down to rest there upon her lap.. they spoke on courting.. the ways they both understood it and its definitions.. she asked him if he had courted his wife.. listening to his answer on how they were sworn to one another from a very young age.. she nodded her head..- .. it’s all very interesting to hear.. being more or less promised to someone from a young age.. it seems to work well for some.. perhaps not for others.. .. he gave a little more detail on the things he did.. buying his wife pocket books with funny little stories.. and stuffed animals.. she laughed a little and nodded her head .. not childish at all.. soft toys can bring such comfort.. and shows a softer side to the giver.. it shows you listened enough .. you noticed enough to know what it was she would like most.. she nodded when you spoke on teaching his wife how to use a bow- .. I used to be quite good at it.. hunting and the like.. it was quite rare for a shot of mine to go awry .. that’s lovely though, that you had a go and tried to teach her.. I imagine she had a lot of fun regardless!.... he spoke on not having a romantic bone in his body.. how he couldn’t stomach the idea of poetry and chocolates were something he could not quite understand the meaning of.. - .. Well everyone is a little different, and I think a lot of it comes from how we were brought up.. if it were around you it might be different.. poetry has a place.. and a time.. though you are right.. it’s not so easily handled.. some do it well.. and some do it terribly.. I am not a huge fan of it.. at best I don’t understand a lot of it.. I enjoy books.. and reading.. stories of far away places and fanciful things.. even those that are a little bit dark.. the ones that mae you sit up and pay attention.. as for my Husband.. .. she offered a smile there.. a little dip of her head- .. I do prefer smaller actions.. and honesty..I was completley oblivious to his courtship rituals at first.. I had no idea.. .. she laughed a little shaking her head.. twisting a little then.. she drew open the small drawer that was in the table beside her.. drawing out a small wooden box.. before she placed it down upon her lap.. she turned the clasp.. opening it before she turned it around.. in the direction she figured him to be.. inside were a bundle of tightly folded very colourful origami cranes- ..he used to leave me these.. I would find them at my desk at temple.. upon the library shelves.. out in the community green house.. at first I had no idea who was doing it.. I found it kind of cute.. a little mysterious.. until I noticed one of them had a small bit of writing beneath its many folds.. so I went back and looked.. and each and everyone revealed a small note.. Someone had been helping me.. little odd jobs here and there.. refilling the fountain in the green house.. restacking the books in the library.. I even came home once to a mail box filled with tangerines.. .. she laughed a little- ..I would wake in winter and find my path way cleared .. all the snow having been shovelled at some point in the very early hours… I used to ask my neighbours if they had seen anyone around but everyone kept quite quiet about it.. which was eternally frustrating.. I wanted to thank this mysterious person.. Christmas had come around.. and I had received a small box with another crane inside it.. this one with directions and a time.. outside of my property in the evening.. and much to my friends dismay.. who was fearful for my safety.. . she smiled- .. I went.. my curiosity was far to high.. he had hung my Christmas lights for me.. it wasn’t fancy.. or perfect.. it was a bit wonky if I am to be completely honest.. .. she laughed- .. but he came out and introduced himself properly.. he was the local tailors apprentice. I knew of him but had never really had anything to do with him.. he was sporting quite a bruise.. and I fear though he never admitted it that he had fallen off my roof whilst installing those lights.. .. her brows drew in a little- .. never the less.. this was when I was around.. 17 .. I think neither of us knew what to do really.. so it was very awkward.. but we became such wonderful friends for years.. it took us maybe two years to even share something as simple as a kiss.. .. her cheeks coloured a little- .. but he was a beautiful man.. inside and out.. extremely funny.. and as they say.. time flies when you’re having fun.. .. they spoke on Jacob and Rose and how she felt the youth would not take the crown.. it just didn’t seem like something Jacob would do.. or need for that matter.. she nodded when he felt the same way.. - .. I agree I don’t think he would handle the stress so well.. he’s still so very young.. seen a lot for someone of his years.. he’s been to war.. survived the surface.. and now he has a family.. and by no means a small one.. .. she asked him what he would do.. if he was given the chance to step down.. she heard the sigh.. the ruffling of his hair.. her brows furrowed a moment.. she could tell he was not comfortable.. he had such a weight upon his shoulders and mind.- .. Do you want to step down Finn?.. Do you want to give yourself a chance to find out who you are? Family, crown and name aside?.. You can do whatever you want to do.. I believe though there may be a road we are meant to wander on.. it doesn’t mean we cant deviate every now and then.. or even permanently.. I’d like to believe we have more control over our own destinies .. and that its not already planned out for us.. but I could be wrong.. Maybe you should use the time.. you have now.. to see if you can just be.. Finn.. with no titles.. just be yourself.. get yourself mucky and dirty.. dig your fingers into the soil and muddle in with the common folk..
(23:01:04 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: .. she gave him a bit of a teasing smile there.. - .. see howthe other half lives.. .. she told him to try the blindfold.. that it could help.. shaking her head when he said he was burdening her- .. you’re not burdening me at all.. nothing like that.. and you’re not a bother.. to you can stop that right now.. if I didn’t want to be in your company I wouldn’t.. I get to choose who I spend my days off with afterall.. .. she gave his hand a little bit of a squeeze there before she move to rise.. she would go and put this lunch on.. some little vegetable casseroles with a layer of cheese and potato on the top.. some lush herbs and a little spice.. settling them into the oven as she told him to go for a wander.. to go look at the guest room if he was wanting to .. she asked if there was anything he wasn’t fond of or couldn’t eat.. taking note of his reply as she pulled a few lemons over.. gently rubbing off the rind.. juicing the fruit there as she poured some flour into one of the bowls- ..How long to you expect the records mess to take to .. well.. correct itself?.. do you have a timeframe it has to be done by? Or are you pretty much a free agent?.... she would call out to him as she tipped the sugar into the bowl along with the rest.. a little water.. some milk.. - .. I’d like to hear about your Son.. if you’re willing to share.. if not.. I completely understand..I am just intrigued by people and their stories..
(00:37:42 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
says to '...Eyes of the Fallen..: *He liked having a back up option… Or several if things allowed to be so very fortuitous. He had learned long ago that to rely on one set outcome was to basically ensure that it failed, and failed gloriously no less. He had taken up the habit to expect at least seven things to happen every single day, and then plan out a solution to every single one, sometimes more than one solution just to make sure he was prepared. It might be seen as exhaustive, redundant, or even a little a little obsessive but at least every day he had a plan to get out of just about any tight fix or uncomfortable situation. She had given him a chance though, a back up should things shift, and he was not going to turn down her very kind offer… Though perhaps he was a little bit of a tease as he did so, which for him was a rare thing, he only teased when he truly felt… Comfortable with someone. The idea of changing things about, putting chairs where a table once was, or a table with a stack of cleverly placed books… It was a little funny, a little wicked, and not something he would honestly do… Well… Mostly… But seeing the smile there as she laughed… It seemed she thought it was quite the amusing thing indeed.* “I admit I do… A little one though. Nothing too terribly mean, little horns on him I am afraid, the greatest prank I did was vanishing ink in the college during exams…” *No one had figured out who it was either, and of course this was all before the day he had been crowned, but in those days… He had, once in a while, allowed himself to be himself… Not the Prince but just Finn… It was what had helped him from becoming a perfect replica of his father, not that his father was a bad man, not at all… Chodorae was well respected and admired, but no one could call him warm or feeling, he was too… Detached for it… He just could not love like people loved, or hate as other people did, he was just serene at all times… Which made for a wonderful king… But a lonely father figure.* “If things come to such a point, I will gladly take you up on it Miss Vivian, and consider myself quite lucky to have such. Thank you.” *The conversation went to courting, and he saw they had a few things in common in that area, how neither of them could truly understand the more…. Grand shows of affection… She had asked if he had courted Jannah and he had admitted the truth of it, that he had been married to her for two years before they even saw each other as more than just someone they grew up around, though blessedly once they got over that glass wall it was all smooth… While it lasted.* “I know that it isn’t always the best but sometimes it works out as you said… For those that it does not, well we are an open people, and lovers are not uncommon. Even in royal marriages it is almost expected for one or both partners to take on a lover, especially in situations where the marriages are arranged, it tends to keep everything fare more…. Pleasant?” *He spoke on how he had courted her, and how she was sadly quite a terrible shot with a bow, the small little things that had meant the world to him.* “I think she did, though she did hate having to go fetch her arrows, sometimes they went so wide of the mark it was an adventure just to find them. I find it surprising that you used to hunt, so many women consider it an indelicate pastime, but in truth it is amazingly practical to have such a skill. Jannah would have idolized you and your ability.” *But Jannah had a way of taking something a person did and making it out as if it were simply the greatest thing she had ever seen. She knew how to make a person feel special and valued, and it was that talent that had made her an excellent queen, and a very loving person in her own right. They spoke on how courtship was a little different for everyone, but at the end of the day they just weren’t the chocolate and poetry kind of people, their tastes lying elsewhere. He had asked her then to relate how her husband had courted her, and he listened silently, a slight smile on his face as she related the little adventures… Her beau had been subtle and sneaky, leaving multiple little notes for her in the form of paper cranes as well as smaller things that made her life easier, refilling water fountains and shoveling walk ways… Hanging her lights for her at Christmas before admitting who he was… Silent through her whole story he had to pause and wonder for a moment about Jannah… Would he have done the same? Probably not… If things had not been lined up for them as they had, he knew in his heart that he and Jannah would have never actually courted, never married… She would probably still be alive today… The truth was that he and Jannah were two very, very different people, they were just very lucky to have fallen in love the way they did…* “He sounds like a King of Elves Miss Vivian… I can see how very much you miss him in the way you talk about him… The way you blush when you talk about your first kiss, and the little movements of your brows before they draw in over your nose, showing your focusing on your memories… I would have been honored to have known such a man.” *Talk then turned to the crown, and though Jacob had the right heart to be a good ruler, the mind and soul were different matters entirely… He knew that, no matter how things ran, Jacob did not wish to be a king… He felt that if it came to a point where there were no other option that yes, Jacob would do the proper thing, and he would take up the mantle but he would sacrifice all he was for something he did not want… Which, in the end, was what made great rulers… A man who wants power will be corrupted by it, but a man who wants none of it and yet handles it with dignity, that is a true and just ruler… Still, the thoughts racing about his hair made him sigh, running his hands through his hair because he was truly at the wall and unable to find a way past it… Not without… He shook his head and sighed again, leaning back against the chair, looking to her in silence before he would reply.* “I am the only son of my father, who I want to be has not been something I had a choice in for a very long time, and for all the benefits and ease I have had in my life I am honor bound to fulfill my duty…”
(00:38:01 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
says to '...Eyes of the Fallen..: *And he had been… Year in… Year out… Most days it was simply what he was, who he was, what was due for the comfortable life he led. He would have liked to have stepped down ten years ago and taken the time to travel, to go live with the Dwarves for a few years, to experiment and create… To really let go one night and get properly drunk, to live like a man half his years, to allow something less than a noble nature dictate his waking moments for once… It was his time to be allowed that, and yet because of Theon and his bad choices, his son’s inability to close off his lustier nature… He was not allowed that opportunity…* “We are all threads in a tapestry… We will be dyed different colors in various parts of our lives, some moments the tension will be quite strong, other times so loose we fear nothing is stable around us… Yet we all come together at different times, in different ways, each of us contributing in the great Tapestry of life…” *He said, rubbing his fingers at his temple lightly, pushing the hair back as he spoke…* “We have choices, we have the freedom to do that, but we are not free from the consequences of our choices…” *Gods knew he was far more aware of that than most… He wasn’t sure what she was doing with her words though… Did she want him to just be Finn? Or was this just one of those moments when someone is trying to put a bit of plaster over a cut? He knew she wasn’t going to speak him sweet, he trusted her to be an honest, truthful woman and he valued her opinion greatly… More so, he noticed, than some of those he knew for many more years than he did her… A slightly saddening thought… He would have jumped at the chance though, and he didn’t really know if she knew that or not, that he honestly was finding the crown heavier each year and knowing that it was high time to hand it down to another… Yet none was there to be handed down to…* “If you only knew, Miss Vivian….” *He said softly. When the snowfall came in like mad, he apologized ahead of time, though in truth neither of them could have really known this was going to happen. He certainly hadn’t planned it. He felt guilty for the most part, feeling as if he were burdening her a bit, if only because he had brought no food to restock her larder that she was now going to be spending on him. He had looked over the rooms while she began cooking, coming out to throw another log onto the fire, keeping it pleasantly warm, but far from stuffy or hot… He filled a kettle with water from a near by pitcher and put it over the fire a bit away from the center source, allowing the steam to keep the air from becoming far too dry and itchy, not wanting Vivian herself to be uncomfortable. She began to ask about a time table or if there was anything he had to hold himself to a tight schedule, or if it was more of one of those loose and free things… He came to stand outside of the kitchen as he spoke so she wouldn’t have to holler, plus it let him watch her work, something he found utterly fascinating given her unique position.* “I have a season to do it in… The winters in my home are colder than they are here, but the climate doesn’t allow for much snow fall, though the lake and steams freeze over nearly solid… There are no fields to sew during this time, and we are truly lucky to have fertile lands, so we never know want in the leaner months… As such, there are no real pressing matters of state for me to attend to so I can leave the smaller details in the hands of my council, they can hold things over for me until I return. As for the records… I don’t see them taking longer than two months to repair and restore all the information… The why of it though… That might take months or even years to sort out.” *She asked then about Theon… No one knew what happened but him and the court physician… He had no one he could talk about it with… No one who could then understand the pressure he was under… And… He felt Vivian… She could keep secrets…And more than that… He trusted her… Not something he did lightly, or often, but there it was…* “His name was Theon… Theon Greyjoy Melehtë… He… Well…” *He said, rubbing his hands over his face again, leaning against the doorjamb going into the kitchen… Yes, he had decided to share the story with her but… It didn’t make the telling an easy, or a straight forward process…* “He was fascinated with the surface, so on his 18th birthday I allowed him to take a one year tour of it, to explore and do all he wished before he would return home and take a bride… I got letters once a week… Then once a month… Then none at all for a bit before suddenly I received a letter saying he had fallen in love with a girl from the surface… I was against it and it got him angry, and I didn’t hear anything for months and months, then the year was up… And Theon didn’t come back… So… I had to go and fetch him. It was my first, and last trip to the surface, and I fear it did not endear me to it…” *It was dirty… Smelly… The people were rude… The language of Common was rough and crass against his ears, like sand paper, rasping and scraping against ears that had only ever known the melodious nature of their own language and the strong but educated language of the dwarves… He had had someone try to steal his purse the first night, and his life the next, and he had decided from then on that the lot as a whole could have very precious few redeeming qualities… Certainly not enough to allow him any sort of kinder feelings towards humans or the surface in general. It took him over a month to find Theon but when he had, the damage was far gone and worse, so…. So much worse…* “It came to pass that my Son fell in love with a Vampyre… In his youth he promised her an eternity of love and in his lust, he allowed her to feed from him and seal his own fate, and the fate of my entire blood line… The future of my people… When you said I had a lot on my mind… My situation being so dire… Now… You know why…” *Theon was Undead and so far, no one had found any information in any books or scrolls or… Anything to reverse it… Theon had been the Undead for twelve years, and he had not even seen his son in that long because Theon was forever banned from Arvandor now, and he was banned from seeing his own child for fear of contamination…
(04:38:52 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: ..she listened when he spoke about his vanishing ink pranks.. lifting her hand there as she wagged a finger at him- .. My my.. that’s just positively naughty! .. she laughed and shook her head.. he sounded so very straight laced.. so proper.. that everything would be in his world done by the book.. so to hear he had a bit of a wild side all be it a bit small was a bit of a surprise indeed.. she nodded when he accepted her offer of the guest room- .. anytime really, I meant it when I said it.. Come and go as you please.. I am not so easily disturbed when I rest.. .. they spoke a little more about his lovely Jennah then and how he had in some small ways courted her.. mentioning teaching her how to use a bow and how it was pretty dismal but that his wife must have had a lot of fun whilst they played about.. she gave a little shrug of her shoulders when he said that so many women considered hunting a little indelicate..- .. do I appear to be a delicate woman to you Finn?.... she tilted her head .. wearing a smile there as she awaited his answer- .. perhaps so.. given you find it surprising.. I enjoyed it.. the thrill of it.. the fact it takes a great deal of strength and skill to be able to handle the bow correctly.. and the satisfaction on hitting your marker.. especially if it’s a moving target.. well.. you can’t bottle that.. .. she nodded- .. I tried a few times..after I had lost my sight .. with the help of a few others.. and whilst I am able to use my hearing.. to pick up on the sounds of the birds.. the animals.. the fear remains that I am unable to separate friend from foe.. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I was to hurt someone.. .. he had asked her about her dear Husband and his courting habits.. she told him of a few.. the smaller sweeter ones.. the notes.. the lights.. the little odd jobs here and there he spoke on her husband being like a King of Elves and she couldn’t help the smile- .. he was certainly very special.. and I felt honoured to have known him.. .. her cheeks coloured a little more when he spoke about how he could see how much she missed her husband.. from the tone in her voice.. the blush on her cheeks…her facial expressions even as small as they may have been.. - .. he’l never be far from my heart no.. none of them will.. as I am sure.. .. she lifted her hand to place it atop her heart there- .. your Jennah is not far from yours.. .. a soft somewhat bittersweet smile there as she settled to sit properly.. exhaling a little..her lips rubbing together.. she tilted her head a little when he called her Miss Vivian for the umpteenth time.. - .. just Vivian.. or shall I start referring to you as Master Finn? .. she laughed a little and nodded.. they had separated.. her moving down into the kitchen whilst he wandered about her small cottage.. she prepared the lunch.. the savouries within the oven.. the sweets well on their way.. her head tilted forward as if she were watching her fingers at work.. though it was simply a very old habit.. she asked if he was on a timeline at all.. did he have a set time he had to be gone by.. she was indeed curious.. she was.. in someways beginning to enjoy his company.. she found him intriguing.. so very interesting.. it had been so long since she had someone to talk to at length like this.. polite conversations whilst they were fun.. and informative.. well they only ever went so far.. this.. this was just so nice.. and it was doing wonders for the grey matter.. he spoke on having a season to do so.. hearing his voice coming in a little closer as he must have moved toward the kitchen door.. allowing her to lower her voice a little more.. - .. So you have a bit of time ahead of you then.. .. she nodded with a smile.. reaching to glide her fingers across the hooks upon the wall.. the spoon shapes and lengths till she found the one she required..- .. no need to rush then.. good.. good.. .. she nodded.. stiring the now yellow coloured batter in the bowl there.. - .. its possible we may never know the why of it.. but I guess.. sorting them out will always take precedence.. and maybe sometime down the line.. everything else will come to light.. the truth is bound to come out one day…... she asked him about his son.. she was curious he had mentioned this son of his a few times.. though not at any great length.. so she gave him the opportunity to offer up the information or to let it settle.. she wouldn’t push.. she made sure to word her questions lightly.. so he knew the option for an out was there.. he however decided to tell her of this Theon.. how his boy had a fascination for the surface.. she nodded her head- .. so many do.. I know I myself was curious.. so many around here have taken to wander upthere.. some do ok.. some never return.. some come back a little more broken than they left.. .. he spoke on the letters and how after a while they simply stopped coming.. before he went and fetched his son himself.. she ipped the batter into the little white ramekins.. picking up on the sounds.. all of it to know when she was to stop.. before she would capture a finger there and taste that sweet lemony mixture.. she sprinkled the tops with sugar.. a little hot water.. before they too settled down upon the lower shelf of the oven.. he spoke on the surface being not quite what he expected.. at least that’s what she was taking from what he said- .. I was the same.. I guess people must have talked it up.. or we would have never gone.. .. she rubbed her lips together- .. We should never have gone.. .. she shook her head.. reaching for a towel there to wipe her hands before she placed a couple of plates down upon the table.. drawing out some cutlery.. though she ended up putting two knives down before him and two forks down before her.. the ramekins upon their tray were taken from the stove there.. and with glove concealed fingers they were placed down upon the plates.. - .. what would you like to drink?
(04:39:06 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: .. she motioned for him to take a seat- .. I have a few things.. other than tea of course.. there is some wine.. or water.. .. she would move across the kitchen there.. reaching up onto the tips of her toes so she could reach the higher shelf there.. to gather a couple of glasses.. though when he mentioned his son falling in love with a vampire well she just about dropped one of those.. bit of a juggling act there and it nearly hit the deck..- .. Really?.... her brows furrowed a little.. she was surprised.. there were tales now and then of elves falling for Vampires.. but it was not something that appeared to be quite common.. it was most certainly more rare.. he spoke on how his son had allowed his new love to feed upon him and in doing so sealing his fate.. she exhaled.. - .. Oh dear.. .. her brows drew in when he said she now understood that he did in fact have a lot on his mind.. - .. Most certainly you do.. a great amount for just one man to bare.. .. she gathered up the wine there.. the water also as she moved back to approach the table settling down to sit- .. so your son is a vampire then?.. .. she looked concerned.. the way she drew her lower lip inward.. the drawing of her brows- .. that’s more than quite a predicament.. I am sorry Finn.. Did he know the path he was taking?.. Did he realise what he wasdoing?.. he wasn’t just being some rebellious youth and not thinking things out properly was he?.... she hoped it was something the boy wanted and not some passing fancy.. that would be almost heart breaking.. to throw his life away like that without perhaps knowing the consequences.. - .. I don’t know a great deal about vampires.. it’s not something that is often brought up in conversation here.. maybe there is something you can do to help him.. if he is.. agreeable of course.. if not.. well.. probably best to let that ship sail.. as disappointing as it might be.. afterall.. sometimes we can’t help who we love.. sometimes its simply not ideal.. sometimes we do the right thing.. or what society thinks is the right thing.. but sometimes we do throw caution to the wind.. and do what we want to.. regardless of the consequences..
(17:51:52 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
: “Indeed it was, I fear I caused quite a bit of upheaval that day, but it also gave those who were ill prepared an extra day to study.” *He said with a smile, even though he knew she couldn’t see it, he did know she could hear it in his voice. He was in many ways a very by the books sort of ruler, he believed in time tested theories, things that had proven themselves to be proper and true in the face of many oppositions… He did not drink but on very very special occasions, he did not do any drugs, and though many would say he was respectable no one would say he was fun… He was simply a King first, and as King he knew he had to be the one to set the example, to hold himself above all else so that others could follow. Who could say they were a moral people if their King was a lecher and a debaucher? Who could say their people were just if their King drank and did drugs? He had to be the Example. He had to be the Guide. If not him, when who? She had offered him the room and he had taken it, of course, in the event that he stayed past the Winter and into spring when things became quite busy, and then only if things became so tight that Garafin would be forced to give up his room. Despite what he had been told, he seriously doubted such a place could truly be as busy as all that, especially enough to put a body into every room at the Inn.* “I am a quiet person in general so fear not in that regard.” *A little stroll down memory lane, a bit sweet and bitter all at once, relating their marriages and how they had started. He found it interesting that she had hunted before her sight was taken from her… Many women either did not have the strength to draw the shaft or they did not have the stomach for the killing of animals. Many and more women thought it a terribly indelicate pastime, though there were some who had taken up falconing, a more…. Genteel way of hunting that did not require either the hard work or the actual death of the animal on their hands. She pinned him at the post so to speak when she asked if he thought she looked delicate, saying she thought he must think so, given his surprise at it. Oh but that made his cheeks burn a bit… He had not meant it poorly, in truth he had simply stated what he had heard many women of his court say, that such a pass time was unfeminine…* “Miss Vivian, I promise you, I meant no offence. You are a delicate woman, your form and figure are small, your hands are dainty and kitten like and your face is sweetly curved… You are not a woman that anyone would dare to call anything other than feminine and yes… Delicate.” *She was a bit like a flower to him, soft and beautiful, a bit like Athelas… She had similar healing properties as well, for around her he no longer felt quite so worn down, nor so tired…* “Though that does not mean you are unable to do anything you wish to do. Maybe with the snow being out so thickly, when we have a chance, you and I might go out to the woods and give you a chance to shoot… I would be right beside you so I doubt that you would be able to shoot me.” *His voice was warm and with a smile in it’s tone. He could not imagine how much she lost when she had her sight taken from her, he had never had such a thing happen to him before, though he could well imagine how hard it was… And still is, he was sure, because he had a feeling her heart oft times ached to see a sunrise again… They had shared little stories about their loved ones, how they had each courted their beloved ones, and how they had been courted in return… He could find himself able to like her departed husband, the little things he had done for her were all from the heart, small things that she would only notice if her heart beat as his had. It was those small signs that let one know just how much the other loved you, for grand shows of affection and quite bold and daring, they are also impossible to miss… It was the easily missed signs of affection, the precious little moments that are so easily gone, those were the signs that someone really cared… They were trying despite the fact that all their little efforts might be completely unnoticed. He told her he could see how much she cared for him, how much she missed him in the way she blushed, the drawing in of her eyebrows as she thought of him… The color on her cheeks got even brighter when he spoke on it, saying he was right that her husband was never very far from her, no more than his own Jannah was from his…* “No… They are never very far indeed…” *He had called her Miss Vivian, and she called him out on it as she started to laugh which really, he was glad of… Her bitter sweet smile for a moment there had hurt his own heart and he had the overwhelming urge to hold her for some reason, something he had never felt before or since Jannah, just the desire to hold her until she felt better…* “Please, do desist on such a front, Vivian. I will drop the Miss from your lovely name from now on, if only to spare me feeling as though I were some teacher, and you my apt pupil.” *He could only imagine how that would go. People would look at them a bit funny he was sure, and he had no desire to sully Vivian’s reputation in any way, none what so ever. She had asked him how long he was to be here in Arvandor, coming closer so she would not have to shout across the room to him, watching as she seemed to mix up something rather tangy and sweet smelling… He didn’t indulge in sweets often if at all, only on holidays did he really and truly allow himself to have them, and even then only sparingly… This was indeed going to be a bit of a treat.* “I do yes, about four months or so, give or take how the winter fares here… I won’t be rushing no, I fear that haste does no one any good, and a lot of things can be easily missed in such cases. These people, their records, their history… It will always take precedence over any other cause I might find while here, and though it is possible that I might not find out the why of it, I will still rest with a glad heart knowing that I gave them back their truth.”
(17:52:08 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
: *He watched her as she finished the batter and began to pour them out into little paper cuts, unable to resist drawing in closer to her, wanting to watch her… Jannah had never cooked, there was no reason for her to ever set foot in a kitchen in her life, and much the same could be said for himself… He had learned a few basic meals while he was at war, a few specific things he had become quite fond of while in the Dwarvish realm, but nothing more than that… Certainly never baking… As he watched her he noticed the way she held her fingers, using the tips of them to tell her when the cups were full, the way her arms flexed just so slightly around the bowl she was holding… Her dark hair dancing around the backs of her ears and the few little fairy like wisps teasing along her neck… She really was a beautiful woman in a very, very special way, and she couldn’t even see it… He wondered if anyone else missed how rare she was… Seeing her for her disability, for what she had lost, rather than just how much she had gained… She was… Quite a wonder… As they spoke and as he watched her, she had asked about Theon, which in truth did not surpise him. He had honestly expected her to ask at some point, and why not? Usually people are more than happy to speak on their children, it was just the Elvish way to do things, and yet… He did not speak on his son, the young man who was to be his heir, to rule a Kingdom… He never spoke of Theon to anyone… And yet… He had finally decided to talk to someone about it… She just… He felt that if anyone would understand, it was her, and perhaps only her… He had told her then, about how Theon had a desire for the surface, how for his 18th birthday he had been given a one year tour of it up there… Theon deserved a chance at freedom, a single wish granted before he was to return home, to take up both the crown and his bride… It was not an easy thing, and he had hoped that giving his son a chance at the freedom he himself had never had, well… That it might have smoothed the transition.* “I have never understood the appeal myself to be honest… So many of our own kind live such different lives, and then we have the Fairy folk if one wishes to wander down the more wild branches of magic, and of course the Dwarves with their amazing skills and technology… What could the surface have to offer other than pain and sorrow?” *He said… Still, Theon had his heart set on it, and when his birth mother had given no objections to the trip he had agreed… He had so many hopes in those days, bright dreams for his son and the baby Jannah was carrying, so much hope… He could tell from Vivian’s words though that she too knew the sorrow of that world, and though he did not push into it, he was wondering what her heart ache there was… Still… He said nothing… He would not pry. If she wished to tell him, she would, and he would respect her privacy always. She had asked if he might like something to drink, though his eyes were riveted on what she had just brought out of the oven, his mouth suddenly salvating at the smell.* “Splendor… What IS that… That smells quite fantastic...” *He had never had anything that resembled a home style meal… Everything at the castle was over done and made to impress rather than endear, so he had never had something as delicious as a bit of savory casserole, nor a home made desert… She took out the cutlery and he saw that they were both given a bit of a mish mash, and with silent fingers he replaced her double fork with one of his double knives, hoping she would never be aware of the switch he had made. After all, it was an easy mistake, and she was already doing such a kindness for him… When she asked what he might like to drink, that she had more than just tea, water and wine were optional too…* “What ever is easiest for you Vivian, I am not a picky individual.” *She didn’t know he did not drink, though if she were to put down two glasses of wine for them, he would drink his for her… Though what might happen afterwards was anyone’s guess. He told her the rest of what had happened to Theon, the whole truth of it, seeing her nearly drop a glad had him shooting that last bit of space to rest his hands around hers… Holding her steady so she needn’t worry about dropping them… He stepped back after a moment, realizing it was just a shade improper when she had not made the first move, and held his hands behind his back. * “Sadly yes…” *He said softly his voice heavy with the sorrow of what had happened to his child, for even though Theon was a child born more from lust that love, he was still his son and to lose him forever in such a fashion… It was worse than having a child die for Theon would never be allowed to Farshore… No more than he was allowed within Arvandor.* “I haven’t seen him in years… The Gods will not allow him to come to Arvandor, nor any other realm of Arborea… He is banned and, in the eyes of the Gods and Elders, my son is considered Dead…” *She asked if Theon knew what he was getting into, and often he wondered if it was his denial of his son’s wishes that might have spurned him onto such a decision, and it was that thought alone that carried such a weight on his heart and soul… Had he driven his son to such a state? Or had Theon chosen it himself? Even so… With all Theon had done over the years… They would never let him back… Theon had killed people, he had raped women and fed off of children, he had committed acts so horrible that none could forgive him…* “Theon was trained to be an intelligent young Elf, who should have looked at all options before making a choice, but no one can truly say why Theon did it… All I know is that he has done horrible things, things that continue to show in the Hall of Records in Glaur, things that bring shame to our family… I have been searching for a cure so that we might bring him back to life, and though he will never be allowed through the Gates ever again, he might at least get a child on another elf and I then can rest in the fact that our people will have their next King… If not… Then I will have to.” *Though the idea of it… Of finding a woman to marry, to make his Queen, to replace his Jannah… It was an almost scarry prospect… By all the Gods he hadn’t touched a woman in over two decades… Almost three… He didn’t know if he could even do it anymore… Then the idea of finding a woman willing to lay with him and carry his child… Plus the fear of that same terror… Of his new bride dying in childbirth just as Jannah had… Oh yes… He had many things on his mind…*
(20:59:41 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: ..she had asked of him if he thought her delicate when he figured that hunting would not be something that would be of interest to see delicate women like her.. his response that he meant no offence had her hands rising a little.. her palms outward .. I tease.. really.. forgive me.. I tend to enjoy a little play on words on occasion.. you mean no offence I know this.. and you have yet to offend me at all.. I assure you.. .. she offered him a smile there.. telling him a little about how she used to hunt and she did.. - .. We used to go out.. often.. into the hills and far off valleys .. if I remember rightly the longest we ventures from any kind of true civilisation would have been near on a week.. just a small makeshift tent.. a couple of blankets to curl under when it got a bit cool in the evenings.. a few pots and some weaponry.. if we didn’t catch anything then we didn’t eat.. it was that simple.. since losing my sight however.. as I said I just don’t trust myself.. my hearing is keen.. extremely so.. I can pick up on the path of an animal quicker than say.. you could.. but if I was to ever be wrong.. and I struck down another person.. or goddess forgive a child.. I couldn’t ever forgive myself.. .. he told her he could take her out.. if she liked..that he would be right beside her.. so he doubted she would be able to shoot him.. she laughed a little and nodded- .. well one would hope yes.. I think I would feel a lot.. well more at ease if I was able to rely on someone elses sight to be sure there was no one in the area.. if you can do that for me..and I can trust that you will be my eyes for that moment.. then it might just work.. .. she offered him an appreciative smile there.. they had spoke on their partners and the things they had shared.. the way they courted.. what they had experienced.. she called him out on calling her Miss.. that she would indeed referr to him as Master if it continued.. - .. Well I guess you are kind of a teacher.. we all have something we can teach someone else.. we all know something that we can share.. but yes please.. just Vivian.. I need no titles.. she had slipped off into the kitchen area then.. to put the meal into the oven as she readied something a little sweeter to finish up the meal.. something that warmed the body and the heart.. she asked him how long he was going to be around for.. wether or not he had a deadline to meet.. listening to his response on it being some months indeed..- .. Do you feel you miss your home?.. .. she tilted her head as she stirred the milky looking batter there.. - .. or is this the greatest jaunt length wise that you have been away?.... she tilted her head forward as she poured the batter down into the little ceramic ramekins.. being sure to measure where she figured the tops were.. she knew he had come up behind her.. she could hear the slight barely there shuffle of his feet.. and the shifting of his clothing.. his breath though light was easily caught on the air around her.. and then of course.. an unmistakable scent that she had picked up on in the previous few days.. she asked him about his son.. curious indeed though not wanting to pry too much..he spoke on the surface and how he didn’t care that much for it ..she understood that all to well..- .. I know we have a lot on our side.. and the differences between the elves, the fae and the dwarves are enough really to sate any real deep curiosity.. but I guess.. when it comes down to it.. sometimes the desire to seek out something else is there.. wether it be for a reason.. or for simply the handling of a deepened wanderlust..It was different.. .. she nodded when he asked what the surface could have to offer other than pain and sorrow- ..it was something new.. and for the time period my little family resided there.. we had little problems.. a small cottage in an equally as small village.. .. she exhaled a little and shook her head.. placing th little ramekins upon a tray as she slid them down very carefully into the lower shelf of the oven..pulling out their lunch.. the little pots of a vegetable like pie.. she offered a smile when he asked what it was and complimented its scent .. why thank you, it’s nothing terribly fancy.. very homey.. just something quick that should warm us both right up.. ..she had no idea she had mucked up the cutlery.. being used to just having to get up andreplace it if she was on her own.. she asked what he would have preferred to drink.. hearing he was not picky.. she nodded a little.. gathering up a couple of glasses there.. though when he said his son had fallen for a vampire well she just about dropped them both.. stumbling a little as she tried to steady herself.. he startled her a little when he reached for her.. placing his hands over hers to steady her fumbling grip.. it was enough to take her breath away before she stilled herself..- .. thank you.. Im surprised I have any crockery left to be honest.. .. she laughed a little nodding her head when he moved to step back.. she waited until he was seated before she would move across.. placing the glasses down upon the table along with the wine and water.. he could choose whatever took his fancy.. she listened as he spoke on not having seen his son in years.. how he was not able to come to Arvandor.. or any realm of Arborea.. that he was banned and in the eyes of the gods and elders he was considered dead..she nodded a little.. reaching for the bottles there.. her fingers sliding down over the labels upon the front..one was cloth.. the other paper.. she reached for the wine.. placing her thumb against its replaced cork there as she gave it a good firm nudge just enough to wing it free.. not to let it take off in the room.. she asked him if his son knew what he was getting into..listening to his response..- .. perhaps he got in a little over his head and before he knew it, it was too late.. I don’t know of course.. I don’t know him at all.. but it can happen.. certainly a horrible shame though.. of all the things to dabble into.. being something that will effect him for the rest of his life.. I am sorry Finn.. .. she nodded a little.. reaching for her glass there as she wrapped her fingers about it.. pouring herself a little.. before motioning toward the two bottles.. for him to choose.. she paused a moment.. tapping her fork lightly against the ramekin.. a thoughtful look upon her features- .. I was the final deciding factor in my family moving to the surface.. my husband wanted to go and check it out.. to see what it was all about.. we had two very little boys with us at the time.
(20:59:47 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: I knew he really wanted to go.. I could tell.. he told me though that it was up to me in the end.. and it weighed on me for a while.. this is my home.. will always be.. so in the end.. I figured.. well I loved him.. and I wanted to be with him.. and sometimes you have to choose things that aren’t always ideal for you but that are for your significant other.. plus .. it didn’t really matter where we lived.. as long as we were together.. .. she nodded a little- .. and it was fine.. really.. we found a place.. he knew some people there.. from his earlier trips with his work.. so he fit in quite easily.. the children found friends.. .. she struggled with the next part and he would have been able to tell with the expressions that were crossing her features.. - .. one night.. after the kids had been put to bed.. there was loud rukkis.. it shook both of us awake.. My husband told me to stay put he was going to go check it out.. and as much as I told him no.. to stay he felt it was his duty to.. I remember having this horrible feeling.. this almost cold dread the moment he walked out the door.. .. she placed her fork down .. reaching for her glass there.. taking a small sip of the richly coloured contents- .. I could hear arguing outside.. one of my sons woke up.. I remember sending him back to bed.. having to sit with him for a moment to get him back to sleep.. before I heard the front door open.. and I got up.. moving back into the main living area.. expecting to see my husband only to see a woman.. she was small in stature.. she had very long blonde hair.. but she was not someone from the village.. I remember being confused and asking who she was.. .. maybe she had come in for safety?.. maybe she was passing through .. she turned though and I must have gone as white as a sheet.. the front of her dress was just coated with blood.. it was trickling down her arms.. I figured she was injured.. until I looked at her properly.. and no.. .. she shook her head- .. she wasn’t injured.. she had the reddest eyes I had ever seen.. her complexion was.. extremely pale.. I’m sure you.. yourself can put two and two together there.. .. she rubbed her lips together.. exhaling a little.. and he would soon come to realise just why she just about dropped those glasses a moment or two earlier- .. a second and a third came in.. these two were young men.. and they seemed so angry.. I could feel it running off them.. so so angry.. and frustrated.. and flustered.. as if they were tightly wound about something.. clearly something I was not privy to.. they argued a little.. about the time restraint they were on and how .. .. her brows drew in as if she was struggling to remember it all- .. the new ones.. were needing to get ‘this’ out of their system.. I tried to stop one of them from going into where the children were.. but I was a doll compared to the strength they appeared to have.. I had come across nothing like it.. I could hear my boys screaming.. .. she paused- .. I heard the woman say that no mother should have to watch their children being killed.. .. she motioned toward her eyes- .. and I woke up here.. in Arvandor.. I don’t know how.. .. her brows drew in.. she reached up to smooth her hair back with her fingers as she took a breath..- .. I was told there was a great number of them.. and they ransacked the villages.. not just the one I was in.. but several onward from there.. very few survivors.. they reclaimed the bodies of my children and my husband.. though I have been given very little detail on those.. and I think I prefer it that way.. I never saw him after he left and I never saw the boys after I put them back to sleep.. so the memories I do have.. are strong ones.. not of pain.. or suffering.. though certain sounds will never leave me.. or scents for that matter.. .. she nodded- .. as for your son Finn.. .. she tilted her head- .. I don’t know.. I may be completley off base here.. but.. Sydel/Sybelle.. died.. and her death was on the books hers for.. a good twenty years.. before she reappeared.. I can not go into great detail of course but.. the actions between the two.. Nautilous and this.. Sydel are not so wholesome and yet they are allowed to remain.. she does not eat.. one might wonder if she was alive at all and yet she is with child.. maybe there is some hope for your son.. if you look in the right places..
(22:47:16 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
: “I’m sorry Miss Vivian truly, we’re a bit more literal and less teasing at court, I fear I haven’t quite had anyone do that to me for many many years. You don’t have to stop, I just need to remind myself that my dear Vivian here, is a bit of a playful spirit is all.” *After all, at court it was quite a pyramid scheme, the people at the top wanted to stay there and the people at the bottom wanted to get up there with the others. It was simply the nature of everything alive to be the Alpha, it had nothing to do with being human elf or even dwarf, they all wanted to be king of the mountain so to speak. As such, teasing was never done lightly, and he had learned from watching his father that it is always safest to tread on truthful ground. His mother was much the same and so he had a rather solemn childhood, it wasn’t until he and Jannah had been married and started to honestly be with each other that he had gotten teased, and Jannah had a hoot with him about it… Oh she called him a proper stick in the mud and made sure to taunt him daily until he learned to tease her back… Though none had dared after she passed on so Vivian… Well… She was opening a door he had thought that might never be opened again… One that was still a bit dusty and stale but… He didn’t mind her opening it either for some reason… She had that odd way about her that led him to have a sneaking suspicion that she had a skeleton key and knew where all the locks were…* “I know you are a kind soul, and you would not willingly harm anyone, so I can easily understand your fear… Still, taking you out to hunt, well away from anyone and anything… It would be no trouble, and it might be a nice way to pass one of our day’s off when the weather is not so… Incremental…” *Or trying to snow them in… His heart ached for Vivian in a way, he might have lost his wife and their child, but he had not been robbed of his sight nor anything else of his own… She deserved to be given at least a little something back. Still, why no one else had thought to do anything as small as take her out to try, or give her a block of clay… That was beyond him. She was not cruel, nor was she a viper or any other such demon as to drive someone away, so why had no one tried to warm this sweet woman against the darkness that was her life without sight? It almost made him want to go out and give a few people a bit of a talking to… It was just pure self-serving nature to not think of a way to help enrich another’s life. Regardless, he would be doing this for her, if only to help give her back something she had lost. Besides, he enjoyed hunting, and he was very curious to see someone hunt by hearing along. He had heard of people fighting hand to hand in such a manner, but never, ever hunting… It would make for an excellent study, and he would be sure to document it all quite well, and if she were willing he would certainly pepper her with questions on it… It might even assist others. She had asked if he was on a time schedule which in a way, he was and yet he was not, after all if worst came to pass he could stay on a bit longer. He had a trustworthy council who he knew he could trust to rule in his stead for some months without too much fear, though he would need to be in contact with them Via letters to make sure all was well, and to keep abreast of any ill news or issues… He might extend it to five, perhaps six months at best, but any longer and he would be unable to return with any measure of self worth for having shirked his duty for so long. She had him on calling her Miss and he knew that he would stop from now on, the whole Master bit would raise so many eyebrows, and he did not feel he was worthy of the title.* “M-…. Vivian I assure you, I am no Master nor Teacher, But yes we all have something we share I will agree with you on that.” *He just wasn’t used to calling anyone by their first name… Again, it was something only he and Jannah shared, that loving first name basis… No one had called him Finn and he had not called anyone else on such an intimate basis. Still… It wasn’t a bad thing just… A bit of an adjustment… Like a favorite pair of shoes that you had to stop wearing for a time only to put them on again, it’s familiar and yet not, and you sit a bit on the fence on it until it settles about you once more.* “No… It is not my longest… When I was a youth before I married Jannah, I spent a year among the Dwarves, I learned all they could teach me and have implemented many of their technologies back in Glaur. I think… I am appreciating the change of scenery and people… It is nice to have something I can press my hands and my mind to, something that is not the day to day duties of a monarch, a puzzle that no one has a clear answer to that I have been asked to solve… I enjoy the challenge, and the chance to do something different, the fact that it is going to help an entire people is just an added bonus…” *He had not been able to leave Glaur at all the last five years, between settling a dew border issues and establishing trade routes, he had been locked down as much a slave as anyone else wearing a collar… He had longed to leave and relax if only for a weekend, but such had not been allowed, so when his father had asked him to come here and help the people with their books… How could he not? He had his council there and worse come to worse, his father would step in, though that was only in dire straits… She began to fix up those delicious little things that he had neither smelled, nor tasted before, and all he could thing of was how delicious they smelled… Though as he came closer, he was unaware she smelled him, the scent of lemon verbena and lye on his skin… He wore no cologne nor any other fancy things, he simply preferred a simple bar of soap and that was all, though having never really smelled himself he wasn’t sure of his own aroma… Though to her it would have hints of fresh clean earth right after a rain, hints of sweet hay and lemons, simple clean smells that were rather a bit like him… Uncomplicated and honest…*
(22:47:27 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
: *They spoke on the surface and how that out of the hundreds that touched it… Fifty came home broken and battered on the inside while twenty five never made it home at all, another fifteen came home scarred and weary from their battles and the last ten… They came home better… Stronger… Fiercer… He had thought, no, trusted that Theon would be that last ten…* “I think… The Gods give us that little germ of madness to help remind us of how… Blessed we are here… We have no plagues… No great natural disasters… It is easy to take our peace and beauty for granted and in order to remind us of the paradise we have, some of us are unable to resist wishing to go to the surface, and those of us who make it back remind of us what we have…” *At least, that was his viewpoint. How can one know how truly good they have it, if they don’t lose it, or know someone who has? She was pulling out their lunch and the smell of it, the way it all looked, it was quite new to him but it smelled absolutely fantastic and he said as much. He chuckled when she thanked him, saying it was nothing fancy, the bit of a grin flitting about his lips was just not going to go away.* “I have fancy every day, morning noon and night at home, it is the food like this… Something simple… I never see this at home… I never get the pleasure of something that is made just to be enjoyed…” *She had mixed up the cutlery and he had fixed it for her silently, quickly and quietly so that she wouldn’t suffer any embarrassment, setting them in the right places as she went for the glasses. She had asked him about Theon and he had told her, and when all was said and done and the truth of what had happened had been revealed, she had started to fumble with th glasses. He closed the distance in a flash, wrapping his hands about her own, steadying them in her hands… He had no idea he had stolen her breath though he knew it was enough to make his heart pick up the pace a bit and to cause his cheeks to flush, and once he was sure she was alright, he had pulled his own hands away…* “It was my fault, I am sure you would not have suffered such a fumble if not for me stating something so very dark.” *He had stepped back and settled at the table, watching as she uncorked the wine, his mind silently going over if he should or not… Would he get drunk right away? He hoped not, he didn’t know what his behavior would be like, and the last thing he wanted to do was to cause Vivian any embarrassment or discomfort. She poured herself a glass of wine as she asked about Theon, and he had done his best to answer but once it had all happened… Theon had…. Closed up on him… They had never been close to start with he had to admit, his heart had been buried in the grave with Jannah and their son, his little heir… Theon had been… Insurance… He feared that in doing so, he had not built the bridges between father and son thickly enough, and once the impossible had happened… Well… They never spoke again… He had spent the last years looking for a cure, asking thousands of doctors, hundreds of magicians, dozens of star readers and sooth sayers… But none knew of a way to cure Vampirism… He poured himself a bit of the wine, carefully admittedly, bringing it up under his nose to take a sniff of the sweet vintage before he would take a sip… It was… Warm… IT felt good going down… Like hot tea but… Not quite…* “I blame myself in part… I had not been a good father to Theon, he was not born in love and though I did and do love him, I was not the most… Open… It was simply not done… Even if I did not make the choices for him, I feel if I had loved him a little more, perhaps he would not have felt he needed love so desperately for another…” *He waited… And no far it seemed he was not drunk, so he allowed himself another drink before he began to load up a bit of the vegetables on his fork, taking a quiet bite as she spoke. She was telling him of her story, her visit with her family to the surface, and how she had come…. To where she was now… She seemed to stuggle to find the words, he could see the tension in the sweet lines of her face, the way she was drawing her brows in in that way he knew she did when something bothered her… He reaching out and gently, quietly placed his fingers over her wrist, feather light and meant to comfort.* “Amin sinome, I am here…” *He said very softly, letting her know that she was not alone, he was here and that she did not have to continue if she did not want to. Still, she went on and it slowly seemed to get worse… He did not interrupt her, he could only imagine what it was costing her to tell him about it, and he would not make her endure it double so by his interruptions. There were moments when he felt great pain for her, others a white hot rage at those who had made her suffer, made her family suffer all because they were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time… When all was said and done, when her story was finished he had reached out to take her hand in his, resting his two over and under her own to cradle it…* “You will never have to tell me again… I can say I am sorry for your loss but at the same time, I do not feel as if any words are enough for what you endured, so instead know my heart aches for you Vivian… You are a brave, beautiful, rare sort of woman to have come to where you are now… And I am in awe of your strength.” *She spoke on about how the odd Sydel and Sybelle mix had actually shown as dead in the books for some twenty years… That perhaps there was hope for his son… It wasn’t until she mentioned the name Nautilous did he pause… The silence was heavy for a moment… Then it was gone, as if it had never been there, his voice just as it had been.* “I can not say about anything regarding that but… As for Theon… I wish to restore his life to him, to give him a chance to father a child, to make up for the things he has done...”
(00:48:10 ) '...Eyes of the Fallen...'
Vivian Riventa
..It’s the possibility that keeps me going..
..not the guarantee..
: ..she had asked him if this jaunt was to be his longest or if he often wandered off like this.. and wether or not he missed his home.. he spoke on spending time with the dwarves and she nodded with a smile- .. Oh! Yes of course.. I remember you telling me so.. and how you enjoyed their different technologies.... she had busied herself with the meal there.. the first going into the oven.. the second not so far behind.. she had asked him about his son.. being curious indeed as to wether or not he would be of a mind to talk to her about it.. there was a method to her madness afterall.. she knew he had a great deal weighing heavily upon him.. and if she could unburden him.. even if it was only a little.. well she would be gladdened to help.. he gave her a little insight.. speaking on his son falling for a vampire which just about made her drop both the wine glasses she had gotten from the upper cupboard.. her own experiences with that particular kin were certainly not so nice.. not at all.. enough that hearing that startled her a touch.. he had reached her quickly.. her mind having been off on its own little tangent which meant she did not catch his approach.. causing her breath to be stolen from her .. she apologised and spoke on the troubles with her fumbling fingers before he said it was his own fault.. she shook her head- .. no.. no it’s fne.. just took me a little by surprise that’s all.. .. she placed the glasses down there upon the table.. the bottle of wine and a second bottle of water.. motioning for him to sit just across from her the table was small.. it was rare for her to have a guest.. she was glad he was appreciative of the meal she had prepared.. it was only something simple.. she knew he had to have had such fancy meals and dinners when he was in his home.. so this would have been.. well almost quaint in comparison.. pouring herself a little wine there.. she made sure to leave the bottle nearer to him should he desire to accept it.. she asked him a little more about his son.. hearing him saying he blamed himself.. that if he had been a better Father.. then perhaps none of it would have happened- ..it’s hard.. .. she nodded- … I look back and I think.. I could have said no.. and we would have remained here instead of moving.. and then none of that would have happened.. but then.. would he have been happy to remain?.. would he have been deep down regretting having to remain?.. would he be feeling what I am feeling now.. the regret of my choice.. I guess.. we should not stress the could haves.. as if it should have it would have.. or.. something like that anyway.. .. her brows drew in a little.. she was sliding her fork down into the warm comfort meal there.. it was certainly not fancy.. more rustic than anything.. but it was utterly delicious in its quaintness - .. Your son would have gone out looking for love regardless.. it’s in our makeup.. We are not meant to be alone.. .. she took a small drink of the wine there.. it was nice.. almost soothing as it slid down her throat.. she decided to tell him a little more about her.. and about what happened to her.. how she came to be in the condition she was in and just where her beloved family was.. she struggled with it.. on more than one occasion.. her voice wavered a touch.. her features took on a mildly stressed façade.. but she pressed on.. her fingers twitched when she felt his hand resting over her wrist.. she gave a little nod of her head and the corners of her lips turned when he told her he was there..he was giving her something to anchor herself to.. to not allow herself to be thrown deep down to where she was.. a little more strength to lean on.. before she finished.. she told him her tale of the surface.. of meeting with the mixed gang of newly bred vampires who’s blood lust and strength was harder and faster than their very own sires.. that the villages they were ransacking were simply to get the aggression out of them.. she felt his hands take a hold of her own.. cradling it as her own fingers curled in a little.. she drew a breath there.. lifting her head to look to him across from her..- .. thank you.. I am sorry if it has.. dragged the mood down to a level below even the floor boards.. but I felt.. with you speaking so much about you.. and opening up to me.. that it only fair you know a little more about me.. I can say I have yet to shed a single tear over it .. I am simply unable to.. and I’m not sure if it’s something that’s purely symbolic.. or.. if it would have helped me get through it.. I have no idea how I got back here.. I really don’t.. I just woke up here.. well.. in Arvandor as I said.. so someone must have come across me there.. and brought me back.. someone was looking out for me.. .. she offered a bit of a smile there.. placing her free hand then upon his both as they cradled her other.. - .. don’t give up hope for your son Finn.. .. she gave those hands of his a light squeeze- .. I do not have the answers you require but I am sure someone does.. somewhere along the line.. and you never know.. it may be as simple as him having bedded some lovely young lady before he was turned.. and if not.. well.. keep looking.. if you are able.. take on the suggestions I have given.. it might give you something and it might not.. but better off to leave no stone unturned yes?.. that way at least you can say you have checked and tried and are sure.. your answers might be just around the corner.. .. she lightly rubbed the sides of his hands with her fingers there before she released and took her own from its cradle.. slowly moving to stand there as she turned to make her way back toward the oven.. sliding her hands down into those gloves as she pulled those small lemon puddings from the stove belly.. placing them down upon the rack there to cool just a little before she returned to the table.. settling down to sit.. taking a few more small bites of the vegetable mix there.. another small sip of her wine.. it had been so long since she had told anyone her story.. it felt good to.. unburden herself a little.. to allow the strangle hold upon her heart to lessen just a little.. to air it all.. to allow herself to breathe.. - ..Who does your son take after?.. is it you?.. similar of look and overall demenor?.... she would settle back to sit there.. placing her fork down once she had had her fill of the mixture.. letting it settle within her belly for now..
(15:32:57 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
: “ Indeed I did, yes. They are a wonder of a people…” *He would have, if given the chance, spent the remainder of his years among them. True, he did not fit in, he was a tall elf in a world of short dwarves… Still… He longed for nothing more than to take a house there, to spend his days tinkering and plying his hand to hammer and anvil, to build things with his own hands of both use and beauty… Alas though, as he was coming to see with each passing year…. It was not meant to be… As she cooked and filled her home with such delicious scents, she had asked him of his son, and for the first time in his life he had told another of it… Of Theon’s fall to darkness and death… It seemed to have truly startled her and he had come up to catch her hands, to hold them steady until her hands steadied, saving the wine glasses from toppling. She made a light joke of it, stating that it was a wonder that she had any glassware left, that it was fine he had only startled her a bit… They shared both food and wine, and for the first time he had imbibed something intoxicating… He had taken just a single swallow at first, waiting to see how it would make him feel, but after a few minutes and nothing changing he felt it safe to have another. Perhaps he had a built in tolerance? He ate lightly as they spoke, confessing that he feared it was his fault that Theon had done what he had, his short comings as a father might be there in the way he had been raised, perhaps he had not loved his son enough… But at the same time not only was he aware that the past could not be changed… He could no more undo the lessons drummed into him through his life than he could reverse Theon’s desire for the surface. They were both stuck, fenced in by the choices they had made, and as such they were bound to the pastures within it.* “I understand all too well what you mean… We can see the choice we took and see all the other ones we did not, a hundred threads we might have used and now that the pattern has been laid you can only wonder what it might have changed, taking that different silken bit of color instead…” *How very different their lives might have been after all, if she had said no to going to the surface, if he had said no to Theon doing the same…* “He would have… But he would have done it here, in Arvandor, where he would have been free and safe from the foul trappings of the Surface…” *AS they drank and ate, she told him of what had happened to her, her sad tale… He knew that loosing his beloved and his child at the same time was a travesty, and many and more men would have simply followed behind them, but her story… What had happened to her was worse… She had lost her husband and her children all in one go, and from what it sounded like, those that had done it… Were some sort of Drow or Vampire… Perhaps both? As she described the woman that had seemed to be the leader he had known a moment of cold fear, like a flash of déjà vu that he could not readily place, yet nor could he shake the feeling that he truly knew this person…. Why or how? He could not say… But it was there, scratching away at the back of his mind like a dirty fingernail, insistent on driving him to distraction… He had gently touched her wrist at first, telling her he was there for her, she didn’t have to continue if she did not wish to… Though she soldiered on bravely, strongly, fearless in the face of her memories as she finished her story… He held her hand in his as she finished it up, just wanting her to be anchored in the now, to know that she wasn’t alone in her memories. She finished her tale as her fingers curled in his hand, apologizing if it had brought the mood down, but that she wanted to share her own suffering in response to his.* “Never feel like you should have to apologize for your past Vivian… We are not all equal in our strength, some of us have been forced through fires of cruelty and loss, beaten down by the memories and the wondering of what we might have done to change it… At the end of each day we are a little stronger for it, just as a blade is stronger for being fired and beaten and quenched multiple times in it’s making…” *It was how some people who were so gentle and kind could also have more strength than a Lion, be as fierce as a boar, as stalwart as a bear… Even Arvandor itself had trials to test a elf, to fire their souls and test their strength, to see from whom might be made hero’s. Vivian managed to smile with him, to tease him and to even laugh, to perhaps flirt a bit though he couldn’t be sure on that front as he neither flirted nor was often flirted with… She had found the strength inside herself to pull close the memories of her beloved children, of her husband and the heartbeat that they had shared, and the life they had known… Some people would have found it too hard to do so, they would have been unable to remember anything without great sadness, and that was not how Vivian chose to live… She still wanted to enjoy life, she still found pleasure in things both denied to her, and yet to be discovered. She did not begrudge those who could still see, or those who had their families still, and she held those whom she loved quite close from what he could see in her… She was a woman to be respected without a doubt, if not admired for her resilience and dedication, and without a doubt the last thing he would do was ever think anything less of her for knowing what had caused her blindness.* “Perhaps one day we might find out who had brought you back… Whoever it was has my thanks, for knowing you, and hopefully continuing to do so, has become one of my guilty pleasures I admit…” *She told him to keep faith for Theon, that surely there was a way and if not, at least he could be content in the fact that he had truly given it his all… He hadn’t given up on Theon yet, he was traveling around when he could, calling in people from all over and all walks of life to try and discover a cure… He had spent a bit on coin on it admittedly, but so far, nothing had come forth… Some had said it could be undone within the first lunar year but that had passed quite some time ago… Others that if the sire were killed that he would be set free from the curse… Not likely, for the reports he had was that the Vampiress had been killed many years ago, and his son had moved on and made house with another vampiress… He had hoped long and hard that Theon might have sewn some wild oats there, but no matter where he looked or what he did, there was no sign or proof of a child…*
(15:33:34 )
.:Fear The Rippling Blade:.
[Fenriil Melehtë]
.:As I Desire So am I Judged:.
: *Theon had given himself entirely over to the woman he loved, and that meant his purity as well, and unless someone found a way to reverse the curse of Vampirism… Theon would never have a child of his own loins. He had released her hands as she pulled away, the two of them tucking into their lunch that he still found delectable despite everything, taking another drink of his wine… And another… Until he found the glass empty… A bit odd… He felt no different though so he refilled his glass while she pulled out what smelled like lemons and sweet things…* “Might I top off your glass, Vivian?” *He would ask, waiting for her ok to refill it or not, watching her come back after setting the pudding down to finish her meal. He ate politely, small sounds coming like the soft clank of a fork against the plate, the settling of his glass back down. He had finished just a little bit before her, hearing her question about Theon, a bit of a grin on his face… He held the wine glass in his hand as he had another drink of those delicious ruby depths before he spoke.* “He has not a drop of me in him… He is entirely like his mother in every way, from the way he looks and his hair and skin color, down to the way he behaves.” *He said with a chuckle, remembering the womans cold beauty, the sharp grasping nature and self serving attitude… Still, out of all the women, she had the best breeding and was the only one that the council could agree should be the vessel for the royal child. When Jannah had died in childbirth she had been the first on his doorstep, naked no less, offering to help ‘smooth the transition’. He had gladly shoved her arse out into the hall and locked the door against her, ordering the guards to escort her back to her husband if she dared come near his door again, and that had been that. He also feared that it was because of that very act alone that Theon had changed… He worried sometimes that she had been angry with what he had done and turned Theon against him, souring the young mans mind against anything good and right, for by the Gods Theon was so unlike him he often wondered if it were his child or not.* “Forgive my laughing it’s just… I did not like the Woman at all… We have nothing in common.”