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Bella seeks out Kai on his return from Scalvoris

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Celebration (Virikai)

Tue Mar 13, 2018 11:47 am

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She wasn't wholly blank, even if she seemed it. She couldn't just erase herself as she might like although she was certainly attempting it. Outward appearances would do for the moment, some very, very strong force of will when something in her wanted to stray but not being broken, it was difficult. Especially when he approached, making her heart swell, ready to burst as he drew near; Maebella so desperately wanted his approval and there was that swelling strong hope in her that couldn't be quashed.

He knelt before her, carefully sliding the parchment from her grip. So stained, so darkened by all the ink that carried her hope, her dreams, her yearning to please him. Virikai was quiet, taking his time studying something that she felt certain didn't require that much time to analyse. Even before he spoke, her ballooning hope was punctured, deflating sadly inside her. He wasn't well pleased, in fact, he almost seemed... perturbed. She had to be wrong because surely that couldn't be an appropriate response for this, no matter what she must have done wrong. There was a flare of something inside her, a burning urge to scrawl all over another page, "Maebella is never right." She quashed it, a treacherous thought, entirely at odds with what she was attempting to do for him more than for herself.

His fingers, lightly trailing over her hair, tucking it back in an almost tender gesture made her eyes fix on him, wide, questioning and, in spite of the pain that he'd caused her and continued to cause, trusting. The scholar didn't need for him to ask, she was all too ready to gaze at the object of her adoration, hopeful that it could be fixed - that she could be fixed - if he was taking this gentle approach with her. At his query, she shook her head, careful not to break eye contact with him as she did so. And despite her resolution, when he spoke, her gaze grew misty with tears again, shining but unshed. It wasn't undue emotion, or she hoped it wasn't, but it could so easily become it.

The Eídisi's gaze dropped again, not submissive or saddened this time but merely thoughtful. Brows pulled together, puzzlement brewing on her forehead as she chewed her lip, pondering what he was saying, especially when he asked her to try again. Her hand moved to pinch a point high on the bridge of her nose, eyes closing briefly as she considered the matter.

The scion didn't want her submissive but he also seemed to want just that. He didn't want her to be overly emotional and yet, he appeared displeased with her resolution to control herself better. He had been exasperated time and time again by her inability to consider what she was saying before it was loosed from her lips but apparently gained some pleasure from her unpredictability. Conflicting, contradictory. It's what she brought out in him. It was also what she was.

Diamond dust. Something that could be easily overlooked but worth much to whoever took the time to discover it, to make it shine. Why did she need someone else to do it for her? Could she not do it herself if she tried? He did want her after all, as her but perhaps less impulsive. She hadn't always been this impulsive (Caius), wasn't entirely sure where it had come from (Caius) but it could be cured, no doubt if she just let it go (Caius) then it would be better. The past may have shaped her, may have made her what she was but Virikai didn't care. It wasn't that he didn't give a damn or had no curiosity, it just wasn't relevant. The past was the past and was meant to stay there.

Her eyes opened, took in the sight of the fresh sheet of parchment. Her fingers stroked the clean surface, enjoying the texture of it under her fingertips. Not yet imprinted. It was formed, it had been made for this but it wasn't complete. She had to complete it, give it purpose in the same way that she had to complete and give purpose to herself. Maebella took up the pen, tip hovering briefly above the surface but she knew what she would write as Kai looked on.

"The past is irrelevant; I will learn my worth in the present and nurture it because I am precious."

The blue-skinned woman stared at it, watching the light catch the still wet ink that glistened on the surface of her carefully formed letters. She had no idea if it would please Kai but Maebella thought that it pleased her in a way that her many prior lines hadn't. What was more, she wouldn't write another. It didn't matter if he turned that dangerous anger on her again, that disapproval. There was nothing else that she was willing to write. She turned the page to him, offering him the still shining message.

"I don't know if I understand what you want me to understand but... I think I understand what I need to learn. For my sake," she told him softly, her gaze fixed on his, a determination in them. Her look wasn't angry, it wasn't threatening or defiant but there was a solidity in it that had been lacking.

In this, she would not bend.
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Tue Mar 13, 2018 3:00 pm

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He waited and watched. The pause was a long one, and Virikai was glad of that, as it showed how much thought Maebella was giving the exercise. Eventually, a shaky hand, pen nestled between her fingers, returned to the parchment, and Virikai watched as the letters began to form words. He was gratified by the new line. It wasn’t quite what he expected, but it was enough for him to see that she could appreciate what he was trying to tell her.

Once a single line was written, the girl stopped and glanced over to her fiancé as she turned the sheet of parchment towards him. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he said without glancing down at the parchment again, merely placing it blindly on the floor by his knees. With one hand making its way to entwine with her fingers, the other snaked Maebella’s arm and over her shoulder to cup her cheek. Virikai pushed himself up, tilting her head simultaneously in order to capture her lips with his own. This kiss was chaste, but spoke of promise and compassion in a way words could never capture adequately.

If it matters to you, if you need to tell me about this man, I will listen. But I don’t need to know about him. He was your first love… he shaped your past.” The lording leaned in again for a second kiss. This one was longer, though just as gentle, and marred by the salty tears still staining Maebella’s cheeks, though Virikai found himself not caring. “Your future belongs to me, my darling Bella, because I intend to be your last.

Leaning backwards, the scion rocked back to rest on his heels as he examined the vulnerable girl in front of him. She was - and there was no other word to describe her, even with the ugly welts of purple in her cheeks, flushed from crying - magnificent. “Come with me,” he murmured, standing for a final time and offering his hand.
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Celebration (Virikai)

Tue Mar 27, 2018 5:08 pm

OMG this thread! I loved it and it gave me chills! I followed it when you were writing it, and the imagery of it is just so clear. Lines. He gave her lines and the haircomb. That visual of her tugging it out, that's really clear for me. Then the lines she wrote. Oh. And Kai! He feels such a twisted sense of responsibility for her and... it's disturbing, and wonderfully written! Awesome thread, both - enjoy your well earned rewards, please do drop me a pm if you think I've missed anything.

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Discipline: Fighting Against Your Lover
Discipline: Removing Emotions from the Equation
Endurance: Keeping a Sense of ‘Self’
Logistics: Learning When to Share Knowledge
Persuasion: Appeal to Another’s Compassion
Politics: Always in the Public Eye
Politics: What it is to be a Lord’s Wife
Rhetoric: Sharing Your Past with Your Future
Seduction: Discomfort May Be Worth It
Seduction: Dressing Up
Seduction: Putting in the Effort

Celebration: Anagénnisi
Rynmere: Duchy of Venora
Rynmere: Makes Whiskey


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Discipline: Doing What You Don’t Want to Do
Discipline: Fighting Against Your Lover
Intimidation: Deceptively Soft Tones
Intimidation: Glacial Expressions
Intimidation: Use of Aggression
Leadership: Inventive Punishments
Persuasion: Reasoning with Someone
Persuasion: Using Logical Arguments
Seduction: Using Compliments
Teaching: Punishment as a Teaching Mechanism
Teaching: The Consequences of Miscommunication

Celebration: Anagénnisi
Rynmere: Duchy of Venora
Rynmere: Makes Whiskey
Xypha: Awareness of Emotions
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