Post by Peregrine Inveryne-Lamont on Apr 18, 2010 23:31:26 GMT -6
Continuing From, Shadow of Regret
Is it bright where you are
And have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
My old secrets laid
We can watch the world devoured in its pain
Peregrine:
An eerie feeling to walk the empty halls of a vacant house. The laughter could be heard through small echos of the halls, where conversations had once filled the rooms, and hardwood floors had once held the small patter of grandchildren. Such delightful creatures those infants, six in-fact, all of them had been his. The old man Malory was a saint in many ways to shine light where had been so little, and it was in Peregrine's dreams did he see the old man. A conversation with a dead man, lead him through the thick forest to where the temple was nestled outside the small village there within the hills of his beloved sister-in-law, and the pirate queen herself. Dawned in all black, Peregrine wore it well adding bulk to his small frame, and the cloak of midnight color billowing in the wind behind him. His hair worn back, his jaw straight, this was a very different man standing in the shadows of the hall. His booted feet broke through the light, as his voice broke the silence watching a very dear friend battle her own reflection even though there wasn't a mirror present. Her inner struggle was blood in the water, and the desire to fuel could have made many think him mad. A dread pirate, who could have always been called a scoundrel suddenly would make more sense then any healer she would go see; a shark swimming in that same water. He came up behind her, but his presence could be felt long before he entered the room; a trick of the mind? Perhaps. "You wished to see me?" He whispered outside the tender shell of her ear, with a hand coming to touch her hip gently. She had not sent him note, nor even thought of him, but the dream of her father? He saw Ealora too, how many others watched that same vision behind their closed eyes and ignored it?(d
Ealora:
Her fingers played with the hilt of the sword, curling and uncurling over it as her pushed her heels against the ground to keep her bottom angled so against the bed frame. Her father had died in this bed but was she thinking of that? No she was swimming through miles of oceans of memories. Of days that were long gone and still so fresh in her mind that she could all most smell the blood that coated so much of those memories. She heard him long before she could see him. Keen ears had heard his boots against the floor and abruptly the memories ended in a fade of shadowing gray to a fading black. Her mouth cokeed halfway up into a grin as his hand settled against her hip bringing her to an even more awareness of the room and out of the echo's that lingered in the hall and a hollowed but prideful laugh that would never truly echo lively again. "Did I?" She questioned with that still half turned upward of her mouth as her head turned sideways in order to see him, if not only cokeed halfway and still out of her view behind her. Letting the blade slide off her leg, the point hit the floor and she pressed hard against the hilt as her fingers tightened around it to bare her weight as she stood. Turning fully now she regarded him fully in the lamplight. He looked so different but marriage and children did that to people. Did she look so different when Rah was born though? Not having the ability to see herself at that time, she couldn't say. "If I did, I don't remember, call it an unstable mind if you wish. How did you know to find me here?" She gestured about the room but meant the Malory place as she had only vacated the temple she shared with Maahes hours ago.*
Peregrine
"Come now." A half coy grin was cokeed against his lips as he tipped his chin back to look down at her as if to study her, though his eyes never once left her own. "You do not need to ask that question..I could find you anywhere, and when your heart is beating like a drum inside my mind..it keeps me awake at night." He let the hand fall away from her hip to brush his fingers over her chest right where her heart beat against her ribs. The blade was noticed, and regarded with a questioning look, "My my child..look what toys you play with." He teased moving away from her to look over the room with his hands folded behind his back. "So.." He started touching a small object mindlessly as their conversation could no longer be avoided. "Of what webs you weave little spider?" The question was meant for her plans, "Are you going to leave?" The sound in his voice let her know he'd miss her very terribly. (d
Ealora:
Her head tilted, with that coy little smile on the side of her mouth she looked half sadistic and half, yes insane. The tilt of her head said in a way with the look on her face that she knew he was right. She shouldn't of asked that question. Her mouth opened as his hand trailed down her neck to where her heart beat below her breast. Oh it had been to long since she'd been touched. When he mentioned the blade, her eyes fell to it and then she sighed as she passed him to lay the blade on the mattress. "It was mine, I haven't held it in years. I didn't know my father had it." With arms free her hands folded below her breasts pushing the globes outward as she turned and leaned against the one of four posters silently watching him move about the room and touch here and there at things. Probably sizing up their worth. She'd never fault him for taking things, if it was of a mind to do it. Not like she would enjoy packing up the items herself and getting coin worth of them. Sliding her foot against the floor, she watched him for a while more, letting the questions hang in the air before her attention turned to the open trunk at the foot of the bed and then back to him. "Oh just the age old question of insanity. You've seen it of me before. Now my webs seems twined and knotted. Not very good for the people around me. Remember?" She was speaking about how he had helped Malice in driving her insanethinking her sister Shaden was sleeping with her husband. That was ages ago but as much as he created the problem he had been the fixer as well giving her the answers she needed to go back to her husband. Perhaps if they had dug deeper she wouldn't be in this mess now. Wondering at her fraying mind. Still, how could either of them know years later she would beat her supposed half sister to a bloody pulp and left her fighting for her life. Her head tilted this way and that, her eyes straying to the open trunk as if knowing her answers laid there and then swung back at him. "Is that really the right question? Am I going to leave for good or am I coming back, now that is the question isn't it?" Her lips curled into a grin again. Not giving him the answer just yet. The smile was more in amusement to the tone of his voice as he asked it.*
Peregrine:
He would never take from her, nor would he need to. That life was behind him now, and there wasn't much he could do without the will of another falling so far from the world. He could take of her as much as he could take what she gave, but without permission he could he simply demand? This was not Ealora, and the heat that rose from her very being could have been mistaken for the devil. Who better to exercise it then Satan himself? "Mon dieu, Ealora." He whispered watching her as if struck by what was before his eyes, and he would set the small object aside. She was very serious about this, and very sick. Slow steps walked towards her after he undid his cloak and hung it over the chair. He came to join her at the bed, where she stood he put his hands around her waist joining her in the lean. "Don't say things like that." His hand came to cup her cheek touching her neck before running back through her hair as he held her against him--like a child. He remembered all too well, and for a man who could watch a hundred lives be lived again it was uncanny his memory. When had she slipped so far? Maahes was too dumb sometimes to see it was not about pulling her back up as she fell, but catching her before she hit the ground. He could not hold her together, but needed to pick up the pieces. This was about her finding herself, and be it in the midst of it all was she simply looking for a hand? His free hand came to collect her own lacing his fingers between her own, "Tell me of the sword." A place to begin, as he lead her to sit on the bed with him and away from the trunk. (d
Ealora:
Her chin tilted downward as he said her name, for a moment it looked as if her brows would pinch together in confusion but then her chin lifted and her face only masked knowing he finally got it. Her hands unwove from under her breast as he advanced on her, moving to the pole behind her and as he enveloped her within his arms and leaned with her, she released the pole and slid an arm around his waist as the other went to cup the wrist of his hand at her face. "Then you should not of asked the question" She retorted as her hand slid down his arm and around his shoulder as he pulled her to him to hold her like a wounded child. She stayed this way for only a second before she releasedhim staying dead in the hug he offered until his hand laced with her own. "You know, I wonder now, how many of them regret resurrecting the heart of a pirate?" she spoke in a whisper at his ear before letting out a laugh. "An how many would seek out my destruction when chaos is unleashed." Her pupils were dilated, as large as that of a cats and there was a wild fire to them as he lead her to sit down and asking about the sword. Her eyes strayed to the item as it was called into question again. Leaning back, she collected the hilt and dragged it to her before standing again. She couldn't sit long, wild and mad, that was the heat coming from her body. A mind teetering on the edge of aid blade. Or was she all ready falling? Really she couldn't put her finger on it. There was many things she couldn't put her finger on these days. "The last time I held this blade.."she started and stopped as her wrist twisted and the blade swung up the tip pointed to the ceiling. "See what looks like a rust stain? It's actually blade, my sister in laws...I stuck this blade in her gut until it hit her backbone, I felt it. I murdered not one person that day but two, she was pregnant, and Caleb saw it all. S' why Caleb tried to kill me a few years back." Turning her wrist again the blade came down and with a dull thud made a mark against the wooden floor where it landed. "It disappeared after that day, of course I had thrown it down after Zipora hit the ground, swearing never to pick it up again. Guess I was lying to myself." She laughed again. "Course I never knew Benjamin wife planned the whole thing."*
Peregrine:
"Mmm, resurrection. To rise again." He purred back with a small smile as he let her go to explain her toy, listening very intently to the story though knowing it already. There was not much he did not know of her, she would be surprised and learn someday of all the tricks this one had up his sleeve. They would be hers to learn. He remained on the bed though rather moved by the whole subject. Though those days were gone from him, he understood her perhaps more then anyone else on the isle. When Autumn left him, it was all he could think about--her death, how he could right that wrong. He wanted blood, more then he had ever thought he could, and couldn't get enough. Rumor had it, he had even killed their daughter, and the truth would never leave his lips--Emma lived. It consumed him, but his reason was heartache, walking this world alone.What was her reason? She had a happy family, a good husband, and everything..."It felt so right didn't it? Like you had a purpose in life, one that didn't have beautiful children and a husband, but.." His legs were beneath him as he closed his eyes feeling the salty sea wind across his face, and the endless horizon, "..the freedom. To do what you want, when you want..the thrill of the chase." A smirk pulled over his lips as he opened his eyes once again to meet her own. "So go. You'll not find your sanity here. Your father lost his in this room, died on this very bed." The imprint of the man's shell could almost still be seen. "What's keeping you? Afraid?" He challenged her then. (d
Ealora:
For a while she was quiet after he spoke giving the impression she hadn't heard him by how intently she stared at the sword until finally she began to laugh, so hard she doubled over and clutched her free hand against her chest. "My brother tried to kill me. My own family tried to kill me" She found such hilarity in this that she could barely get the words out. "I begged my husband not to kill him and he snapped his neck as if it were a twig." She let go of the sword, not even flinching as it made a loud clang against the floor, bouncing and rolling in midair before making another cling as it hit once more and rocked back and forth against the floor. "Oh yes it felt right, it felt good." She paused to turn towards him, inhaling a deep breath, she stalked towards him much like a jungle cat stalked its prey. "I was Bloody Malory, I earned that name." Reaching out, she touched Perry cheek and ran her hand back across his head while the other hand went to his shoulder. Raising her leg she positioned her knee on one side of him on the bed and pushed heaving her weight up as her other knee slid on the other side of him and then she lowered, sitting in his lap. "Do you think Maahes could ever do that to me? Snap my neck like a twig? Do you think Shaden would ever run a dagger through my heart?" Cupping his face within her hands, she inhaled again letting out a slow breath as her forehead leaned against his own. "Yes I miss it all, to do what I wanted when I wanted, the thrill of the chase. The pleasure of knowing no wrong." Lids slid closed over wild celadon eyes as she relaxed against him, releasing his face as her arms wound around him. "Not only did Bloody Malory die that day Zipora did, but that the deceit I had been blind to began to show. Despite the years that have passed, deceit is still in the shadows and its name is Vivian. I will weed it out Perry, I have no fear of threats to my family. What I fear, is finding that woman again, Bloody Malory, resurrecting her again and not being able to stop her the second time around. Oh if you knew her, I wonder if you should shudder." She had dropped to a whisper now against the hollow of his ear as her chin came to rest against his shoulder.*
Peregrine:
Her hands through his hair caused his back to arch and a small sound escape him from the back of his throat as his body rose to meet hers and arms moved to hold her there. Was that proof enough he would shudder? "That doesn't happen with marriage, Ealora. You love that man." He whispered against her ear, "Those babies. How could you want to leave them? And me?" He breathed against her neck, kissing it gently. "Baby, those years are gone. That life was a lie, you were not happy then, you simply survived then. Living one day until the next, happy to survive, happy to prove to all of them who told you no..that you can yes." He breathed again as she moved over his lap, damn tease. "..yes." His eyes closed, and with it the world for such endless insight could be found beyond the blue orbs that were his own. "You've been neglected for so long." His fingers ran up her legs to the hem of her shirt before running along the back of her spine, "Shame on him." He kissed her neck again rubbing along the tired muscles of her back, "Your exhausted, you need a break, and you need to be loved." Wild ideas ran when his eyes opened once more to find her own, "Malory." He called her name so she would do that same, open her eyes to him, "Go burn the city down." (d
Ealora:
"Mmm, yes I do love him. Maahes knew Caleb would never stop, despite my begging he did what he had to do to protect his family. so what if I was the threat?" She sighed as he kissed her neck, her head rolling on his shoulder to offer him a better angle of her neck. "It's not that I want to.."She purred against his ear as she turned her head to him again. As his fingers ran along her spine, her back arched brushing her breasts against him, his words only a dull murmur banging around in her mind until he said her name and her head lifted to look him in the eye. Burn the city down? Brows knitted together in confusion and then suddenly she was stiffening in his arms, pushing off his lap as the words seemed to echo around the room. Did he hear that voice? Lesson one in pirating, theirs more of them then us. There always will be. Stow the banner and stake out the claim. Her hands lifted to rake through her hair as she hummed to drown out the voice, she knew hat voice, Benjamin. "What did you say?" She questioned trying to get her mind back into place. Lesson two, sail off, they will be none the wiser, when the time is right, you return, and how do you overcome the odds? Create chaos, best distraction, fire. Burn the town. What do we care, we attack, we pillage and leave. Once more she was humming to drown out the noise. "Burn the city down?" It was as much of a question as it was a statement, her head tilting to the side as she was seriously considering the literal term of it.*
Peregrine:
Dear Lord she had beautiful breasts, and as he took his own lip between his teeth he thought about taking her own, taking here there on the bed. Yet as she pulled away so too did she take his sanity for a moment, like black silk pulled from his eyes she pulled his very soul from where he sat until he was behind her putting a tie around her eyes to blindfold her. His hands slid down her hair when he was finished as he stood behind her, "Close your eyes." Her mind was full on the insanity, but as the wind pressed against their face were they even still in the room? The tie was around her, through her blackened vision the sounds of the streets were around them. The air smelled like salty sea air yet carried with it the foul stench of the rotten flesh that littered the ground from a waste of life. "Listen to this, music to my ears." Screams in the darkness, of murders and rapists on the prowl, their filthy ways not unknown in these parts. "It's been burning for some time, over and over again. Here it is always Halloween, an endless night under ground, here my dove.." He let her blindfold fall away, the sword of hers replaced in her hands, "You can do whatever you want." The Underdark was a wild world beneath Skye that held no reason for law, a group of misfits that needed direction, and here they would make her a Queen. Maahes would chyt, but for his wife's sanity he would have to understand. "Ealora..this world is misunderstood..and it needs you like you need the heart to beat again." He came around her then and took her hands to lead her down the stairs into the gates of the city of sin. (d
Ealora:
Had not insanity played a part on her mind, she would of allowed him seduction and mayhem in this very room but whether either of them knew what would spark a newer moment of insanity or not. As the blindfold hit her eyes, blinding the room about her, drowning out the sounds of a dead man within her mind. Her hands lifted to touch at the blindfold over her eyes and her mouth parted for words only to stop at his words close her eyes. Lacing her hands with his, inhaled a breath and eyes closed behind the blindfold. As the wind hit her face, her eyes opened but still enveloped in darkness, she went to her other senses. Scent, acid and choking; smoke from the chimneys. Sound, prowling in the darkness, moans and screams of terror and pain. Her mouth opened again, the sides of her mouth turning into a grin even as he pulled the blindfold away to reveal the gates to the underdark. Here was a place for her that had always reminded her of her past. Perhaps not the best idea except the smile on her face that said it was the perfect place to take her. Here was her past staring her in the face in being something all its own. A waterless way of back streets and alleys where rules were lost in endless shadows of dark secrets and sins. Sliding the blade into her belt, her hand took his own as he lead her into what many thought was the mouth of hell itself.*
Peregrine:
The purge had gone so well that now the very sight of the man would cause even the shadows to shake. Peregrine had his rule, but it was a quiet rule--one he was handing over to Ealora. Down the narrow path of the stone stairs they seemed to never stop until finally they moved through tunnels, as if falling into darkness when they came out the other side the light of the moon seemed too bright, that as it revealed to the small cut out of a town seemed they stepped onto another world all together. The buildings were in ruin, half burnt skeletons on one side, and solid structures on the other. Over one arm he held the cloak, but soon came to clasp it around her shoulders--the clasp that held it at her neck was made out of fine silver and held a series of gems embedded into the firebird that held it together. "Yours now." Meaning not only the cloak, but the world under their feet. "We're all mad here." He smiled a wicked grin, that which could rival the half turned sliver of the moon, a Cheshire's grin. "You are among friends now, who understand your pain." He kept his back to the streets looking at her, but the shadows that grew over his shoulder were shells of insanity; crazed men and women--outcasts to the world above, but down here they were understood. "It is a lot to take on the responsibility, chylde. A number of businesses that feed off the above, control and chaos all in one. It's not going to be easy." He grinned still, lifting her hand to curl around her hilt, that wild look in his eyes of blood thirsty death so close, "But it's so fun." Chills chased his spine at the very memory of starting where she stood, and how many years he kept it like an iron thumb. It only took one month for it to fall apart, and with him being gone a rise had come against him--defeated the small rebellion no longer stood, but the world was wild once again. "It's your job to see to it that even the dark rules are met. That the murder never come from above, and that at the end of the night all is well." By her own definition of well. "Down here..needs Bloody Malory, like that world up there needs Ealora wife to the Lord General." His hand came to touch her chest once more, "You need to figure out how to balance it, because you need both" What a perfect place to start. (d
Painting by Radojavor, The Pumpkin King
Lyrics by Smasking Pumpkins, The Beginning is the End is the Beginning
Is it bright where you are
And have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
My old secrets laid
We can watch the world devoured in its pain
Peregrine:
An eerie feeling to walk the empty halls of a vacant house. The laughter could be heard through small echos of the halls, where conversations had once filled the rooms, and hardwood floors had once held the small patter of grandchildren. Such delightful creatures those infants, six in-fact, all of them had been his. The old man Malory was a saint in many ways to shine light where had been so little, and it was in Peregrine's dreams did he see the old man. A conversation with a dead man, lead him through the thick forest to where the temple was nestled outside the small village there within the hills of his beloved sister-in-law, and the pirate queen herself. Dawned in all black, Peregrine wore it well adding bulk to his small frame, and the cloak of midnight color billowing in the wind behind him. His hair worn back, his jaw straight, this was a very different man standing in the shadows of the hall. His booted feet broke through the light, as his voice broke the silence watching a very dear friend battle her own reflection even though there wasn't a mirror present. Her inner struggle was blood in the water, and the desire to fuel could have made many think him mad. A dread pirate, who could have always been called a scoundrel suddenly would make more sense then any healer she would go see; a shark swimming in that same water. He came up behind her, but his presence could be felt long before he entered the room; a trick of the mind? Perhaps. "You wished to see me?" He whispered outside the tender shell of her ear, with a hand coming to touch her hip gently. She had not sent him note, nor even thought of him, but the dream of her father? He saw Ealora too, how many others watched that same vision behind their closed eyes and ignored it?(d
Ealora:
Her fingers played with the hilt of the sword, curling and uncurling over it as her pushed her heels against the ground to keep her bottom angled so against the bed frame. Her father had died in this bed but was she thinking of that? No she was swimming through miles of oceans of memories. Of days that were long gone and still so fresh in her mind that she could all most smell the blood that coated so much of those memories. She heard him long before she could see him. Keen ears had heard his boots against the floor and abruptly the memories ended in a fade of shadowing gray to a fading black. Her mouth cokeed halfway up into a grin as his hand settled against her hip bringing her to an even more awareness of the room and out of the echo's that lingered in the hall and a hollowed but prideful laugh that would never truly echo lively again. "Did I?" She questioned with that still half turned upward of her mouth as her head turned sideways in order to see him, if not only cokeed halfway and still out of her view behind her. Letting the blade slide off her leg, the point hit the floor and she pressed hard against the hilt as her fingers tightened around it to bare her weight as she stood. Turning fully now she regarded him fully in the lamplight. He looked so different but marriage and children did that to people. Did she look so different when Rah was born though? Not having the ability to see herself at that time, she couldn't say. "If I did, I don't remember, call it an unstable mind if you wish. How did you know to find me here?" She gestured about the room but meant the Malory place as she had only vacated the temple she shared with Maahes hours ago.*
Peregrine
"Come now." A half coy grin was cokeed against his lips as he tipped his chin back to look down at her as if to study her, though his eyes never once left her own. "You do not need to ask that question..I could find you anywhere, and when your heart is beating like a drum inside my mind..it keeps me awake at night." He let the hand fall away from her hip to brush his fingers over her chest right where her heart beat against her ribs. The blade was noticed, and regarded with a questioning look, "My my child..look what toys you play with." He teased moving away from her to look over the room with his hands folded behind his back. "So.." He started touching a small object mindlessly as their conversation could no longer be avoided. "Of what webs you weave little spider?" The question was meant for her plans, "Are you going to leave?" The sound in his voice let her know he'd miss her very terribly. (d
Ealora:
Her head tilted, with that coy little smile on the side of her mouth she looked half sadistic and half, yes insane. The tilt of her head said in a way with the look on her face that she knew he was right. She shouldn't of asked that question. Her mouth opened as his hand trailed down her neck to where her heart beat below her breast. Oh it had been to long since she'd been touched. When he mentioned the blade, her eyes fell to it and then she sighed as she passed him to lay the blade on the mattress. "It was mine, I haven't held it in years. I didn't know my father had it." With arms free her hands folded below her breasts pushing the globes outward as she turned and leaned against the one of four posters silently watching him move about the room and touch here and there at things. Probably sizing up their worth. She'd never fault him for taking things, if it was of a mind to do it. Not like she would enjoy packing up the items herself and getting coin worth of them. Sliding her foot against the floor, she watched him for a while more, letting the questions hang in the air before her attention turned to the open trunk at the foot of the bed and then back to him. "Oh just the age old question of insanity. You've seen it of me before. Now my webs seems twined and knotted. Not very good for the people around me. Remember?" She was speaking about how he had helped Malice in driving her insanethinking her sister Shaden was sleeping with her husband. That was ages ago but as much as he created the problem he had been the fixer as well giving her the answers she needed to go back to her husband. Perhaps if they had dug deeper she wouldn't be in this mess now. Wondering at her fraying mind. Still, how could either of them know years later she would beat her supposed half sister to a bloody pulp and left her fighting for her life. Her head tilted this way and that, her eyes straying to the open trunk as if knowing her answers laid there and then swung back at him. "Is that really the right question? Am I going to leave for good or am I coming back, now that is the question isn't it?" Her lips curled into a grin again. Not giving him the answer just yet. The smile was more in amusement to the tone of his voice as he asked it.*
Peregrine:
He would never take from her, nor would he need to. That life was behind him now, and there wasn't much he could do without the will of another falling so far from the world. He could take of her as much as he could take what she gave, but without permission he could he simply demand? This was not Ealora, and the heat that rose from her very being could have been mistaken for the devil. Who better to exercise it then Satan himself? "Mon dieu, Ealora." He whispered watching her as if struck by what was before his eyes, and he would set the small object aside. She was very serious about this, and very sick. Slow steps walked towards her after he undid his cloak and hung it over the chair. He came to join her at the bed, where she stood he put his hands around her waist joining her in the lean. "Don't say things like that." His hand came to cup her cheek touching her neck before running back through her hair as he held her against him--like a child. He remembered all too well, and for a man who could watch a hundred lives be lived again it was uncanny his memory. When had she slipped so far? Maahes was too dumb sometimes to see it was not about pulling her back up as she fell, but catching her before she hit the ground. He could not hold her together, but needed to pick up the pieces. This was about her finding herself, and be it in the midst of it all was she simply looking for a hand? His free hand came to collect her own lacing his fingers between her own, "Tell me of the sword." A place to begin, as he lead her to sit on the bed with him and away from the trunk. (d
Ealora:
Her chin tilted downward as he said her name, for a moment it looked as if her brows would pinch together in confusion but then her chin lifted and her face only masked knowing he finally got it. Her hands unwove from under her breast as he advanced on her, moving to the pole behind her and as he enveloped her within his arms and leaned with her, she released the pole and slid an arm around his waist as the other went to cup the wrist of his hand at her face. "Then you should not of asked the question" She retorted as her hand slid down his arm and around his shoulder as he pulled her to him to hold her like a wounded child. She stayed this way for only a second before she releasedhim staying dead in the hug he offered until his hand laced with her own. "You know, I wonder now, how many of them regret resurrecting the heart of a pirate?" she spoke in a whisper at his ear before letting out a laugh. "An how many would seek out my destruction when chaos is unleashed." Her pupils were dilated, as large as that of a cats and there was a wild fire to them as he lead her to sit down and asking about the sword. Her eyes strayed to the item as it was called into question again. Leaning back, she collected the hilt and dragged it to her before standing again. She couldn't sit long, wild and mad, that was the heat coming from her body. A mind teetering on the edge of aid blade. Or was she all ready falling? Really she couldn't put her finger on it. There was many things she couldn't put her finger on these days. "The last time I held this blade.."she started and stopped as her wrist twisted and the blade swung up the tip pointed to the ceiling. "See what looks like a rust stain? It's actually blade, my sister in laws...I stuck this blade in her gut until it hit her backbone, I felt it. I murdered not one person that day but two, she was pregnant, and Caleb saw it all. S' why Caleb tried to kill me a few years back." Turning her wrist again the blade came down and with a dull thud made a mark against the wooden floor where it landed. "It disappeared after that day, of course I had thrown it down after Zipora hit the ground, swearing never to pick it up again. Guess I was lying to myself." She laughed again. "Course I never knew Benjamin wife planned the whole thing."*
Peregrine:
"Mmm, resurrection. To rise again." He purred back with a small smile as he let her go to explain her toy, listening very intently to the story though knowing it already. There was not much he did not know of her, she would be surprised and learn someday of all the tricks this one had up his sleeve. They would be hers to learn. He remained on the bed though rather moved by the whole subject. Though those days were gone from him, he understood her perhaps more then anyone else on the isle. When Autumn left him, it was all he could think about--her death, how he could right that wrong. He wanted blood, more then he had ever thought he could, and couldn't get enough. Rumor had it, he had even killed their daughter, and the truth would never leave his lips--Emma lived. It consumed him, but his reason was heartache, walking this world alone.What was her reason? She had a happy family, a good husband, and everything..."It felt so right didn't it? Like you had a purpose in life, one that didn't have beautiful children and a husband, but.." His legs were beneath him as he closed his eyes feeling the salty sea wind across his face, and the endless horizon, "..the freedom. To do what you want, when you want..the thrill of the chase." A smirk pulled over his lips as he opened his eyes once again to meet her own. "So go. You'll not find your sanity here. Your father lost his in this room, died on this very bed." The imprint of the man's shell could almost still be seen. "What's keeping you? Afraid?" He challenged her then. (d
Ealora:
For a while she was quiet after he spoke giving the impression she hadn't heard him by how intently she stared at the sword until finally she began to laugh, so hard she doubled over and clutched her free hand against her chest. "My brother tried to kill me. My own family tried to kill me" She found such hilarity in this that she could barely get the words out. "I begged my husband not to kill him and he snapped his neck as if it were a twig." She let go of the sword, not even flinching as it made a loud clang against the floor, bouncing and rolling in midair before making another cling as it hit once more and rocked back and forth against the floor. "Oh yes it felt right, it felt good." She paused to turn towards him, inhaling a deep breath, she stalked towards him much like a jungle cat stalked its prey. "I was Bloody Malory, I earned that name." Reaching out, she touched Perry cheek and ran her hand back across his head while the other hand went to his shoulder. Raising her leg she positioned her knee on one side of him on the bed and pushed heaving her weight up as her other knee slid on the other side of him and then she lowered, sitting in his lap. "Do you think Maahes could ever do that to me? Snap my neck like a twig? Do you think Shaden would ever run a dagger through my heart?" Cupping his face within her hands, she inhaled again letting out a slow breath as her forehead leaned against his own. "Yes I miss it all, to do what I wanted when I wanted, the thrill of the chase. The pleasure of knowing no wrong." Lids slid closed over wild celadon eyes as she relaxed against him, releasing his face as her arms wound around him. "Not only did Bloody Malory die that day Zipora did, but that the deceit I had been blind to began to show. Despite the years that have passed, deceit is still in the shadows and its name is Vivian. I will weed it out Perry, I have no fear of threats to my family. What I fear, is finding that woman again, Bloody Malory, resurrecting her again and not being able to stop her the second time around. Oh if you knew her, I wonder if you should shudder." She had dropped to a whisper now against the hollow of his ear as her chin came to rest against his shoulder.*
Peregrine:
Her hands through his hair caused his back to arch and a small sound escape him from the back of his throat as his body rose to meet hers and arms moved to hold her there. Was that proof enough he would shudder? "That doesn't happen with marriage, Ealora. You love that man." He whispered against her ear, "Those babies. How could you want to leave them? And me?" He breathed against her neck, kissing it gently. "Baby, those years are gone. That life was a lie, you were not happy then, you simply survived then. Living one day until the next, happy to survive, happy to prove to all of them who told you no..that you can yes." He breathed again as she moved over his lap, damn tease. "..yes." His eyes closed, and with it the world for such endless insight could be found beyond the blue orbs that were his own. "You've been neglected for so long." His fingers ran up her legs to the hem of her shirt before running along the back of her spine, "Shame on him." He kissed her neck again rubbing along the tired muscles of her back, "Your exhausted, you need a break, and you need to be loved." Wild ideas ran when his eyes opened once more to find her own, "Malory." He called her name so she would do that same, open her eyes to him, "Go burn the city down." (d
Ealora:
"Mmm, yes I do love him. Maahes knew Caleb would never stop, despite my begging he did what he had to do to protect his family. so what if I was the threat?" She sighed as he kissed her neck, her head rolling on his shoulder to offer him a better angle of her neck. "It's not that I want to.."She purred against his ear as she turned her head to him again. As his fingers ran along her spine, her back arched brushing her breasts against him, his words only a dull murmur banging around in her mind until he said her name and her head lifted to look him in the eye. Burn the city down? Brows knitted together in confusion and then suddenly she was stiffening in his arms, pushing off his lap as the words seemed to echo around the room. Did he hear that voice? Lesson one in pirating, theirs more of them then us. There always will be. Stow the banner and stake out the claim. Her hands lifted to rake through her hair as she hummed to drown out the voice, she knew hat voice, Benjamin. "What did you say?" She questioned trying to get her mind back into place. Lesson two, sail off, they will be none the wiser, when the time is right, you return, and how do you overcome the odds? Create chaos, best distraction, fire. Burn the town. What do we care, we attack, we pillage and leave. Once more she was humming to drown out the noise. "Burn the city down?" It was as much of a question as it was a statement, her head tilting to the side as she was seriously considering the literal term of it.*
Peregrine:
Dear Lord she had beautiful breasts, and as he took his own lip between his teeth he thought about taking her own, taking here there on the bed. Yet as she pulled away so too did she take his sanity for a moment, like black silk pulled from his eyes she pulled his very soul from where he sat until he was behind her putting a tie around her eyes to blindfold her. His hands slid down her hair when he was finished as he stood behind her, "Close your eyes." Her mind was full on the insanity, but as the wind pressed against their face were they even still in the room? The tie was around her, through her blackened vision the sounds of the streets were around them. The air smelled like salty sea air yet carried with it the foul stench of the rotten flesh that littered the ground from a waste of life. "Listen to this, music to my ears." Screams in the darkness, of murders and rapists on the prowl, their filthy ways not unknown in these parts. "It's been burning for some time, over and over again. Here it is always Halloween, an endless night under ground, here my dove.." He let her blindfold fall away, the sword of hers replaced in her hands, "You can do whatever you want." The Underdark was a wild world beneath Skye that held no reason for law, a group of misfits that needed direction, and here they would make her a Queen. Maahes would chyt, but for his wife's sanity he would have to understand. "Ealora..this world is misunderstood..and it needs you like you need the heart to beat again." He came around her then and took her hands to lead her down the stairs into the gates of the city of sin. (d
Ealora:
Had not insanity played a part on her mind, she would of allowed him seduction and mayhem in this very room but whether either of them knew what would spark a newer moment of insanity or not. As the blindfold hit her eyes, blinding the room about her, drowning out the sounds of a dead man within her mind. Her hands lifted to touch at the blindfold over her eyes and her mouth parted for words only to stop at his words close her eyes. Lacing her hands with his, inhaled a breath and eyes closed behind the blindfold. As the wind hit her face, her eyes opened but still enveloped in darkness, she went to her other senses. Scent, acid and choking; smoke from the chimneys. Sound, prowling in the darkness, moans and screams of terror and pain. Her mouth opened again, the sides of her mouth turning into a grin even as he pulled the blindfold away to reveal the gates to the underdark. Here was a place for her that had always reminded her of her past. Perhaps not the best idea except the smile on her face that said it was the perfect place to take her. Here was her past staring her in the face in being something all its own. A waterless way of back streets and alleys where rules were lost in endless shadows of dark secrets and sins. Sliding the blade into her belt, her hand took his own as he lead her into what many thought was the mouth of hell itself.*
Peregrine:
The purge had gone so well that now the very sight of the man would cause even the shadows to shake. Peregrine had his rule, but it was a quiet rule--one he was handing over to Ealora. Down the narrow path of the stone stairs they seemed to never stop until finally they moved through tunnels, as if falling into darkness when they came out the other side the light of the moon seemed too bright, that as it revealed to the small cut out of a town seemed they stepped onto another world all together. The buildings were in ruin, half burnt skeletons on one side, and solid structures on the other. Over one arm he held the cloak, but soon came to clasp it around her shoulders--the clasp that held it at her neck was made out of fine silver and held a series of gems embedded into the firebird that held it together. "Yours now." Meaning not only the cloak, but the world under their feet. "We're all mad here." He smiled a wicked grin, that which could rival the half turned sliver of the moon, a Cheshire's grin. "You are among friends now, who understand your pain." He kept his back to the streets looking at her, but the shadows that grew over his shoulder were shells of insanity; crazed men and women--outcasts to the world above, but down here they were understood. "It is a lot to take on the responsibility, chylde. A number of businesses that feed off the above, control and chaos all in one. It's not going to be easy." He grinned still, lifting her hand to curl around her hilt, that wild look in his eyes of blood thirsty death so close, "But it's so fun." Chills chased his spine at the very memory of starting where she stood, and how many years he kept it like an iron thumb. It only took one month for it to fall apart, and with him being gone a rise had come against him--defeated the small rebellion no longer stood, but the world was wild once again. "It's your job to see to it that even the dark rules are met. That the murder never come from above, and that at the end of the night all is well." By her own definition of well. "Down here..needs Bloody Malory, like that world up there needs Ealora wife to the Lord General." His hand came to touch her chest once more, "You need to figure out how to balance it, because you need both" What a perfect place to start. (d
Painting by Radojavor, The Pumpkin King
Lyrics by Smasking Pumpkins, The Beginning is the End is the Beginning