Aftermath

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"No, you won't," she argued when he said that he'd stop apologising when she did and she grinned at him. It was always a meandering path they took, the two of them, to end in the same destination and, as she kissed him gently, then with increasing intensity Faith considered that it was a good thing. They talked around and around again and, though it was hard sometimes, tiring others, it meant that they reached a deeper and deeper understanding of each other. That could only be a good thing, she thought shortly before all thoughts flew from her and the only thing there was was him and the feeling of his lips against hers and his hands on her. Whispered words, suggesting that they might want to consider getting off the floor before consideration left them were almost out of her mouth when another voice spoke and Padraig leapt up.

And there was that man, that man and Faith knew that she knew him but she felt herself moving just as Padraig did and she stood, albeit a little slower than him. She was not aware of who he was, but this man must be an Immortal, or a rupturer or, what? What? She looked at him and his voice sounded almost familiar. She simply couldn't place where from. Padraig flung a glance at her and there was a question in it, but Faith's expression told him everything he needed to know, there was no question. She and Padraig had been together for months, she hadn't shared Tristan's bed since the end of last season and there was no way that he could think even for a trill that she'd snuck back for seconds. There was literally nothing she wanted there, everything she wanted was here, with him.

"It's a lie. Look. Look!" She moved and grabbed the small bag of Moseke's Mist which she kept with her, showing the Immortal (for such she believed him to be) the dried herb. But what fell out of the bag wasn't Moseke's Mist at all and Faith let out a small cry of surprise. "No... oh, Padraig, it's not..... "

As Padraig told him he wasn't welcome, the intruder in their room smiled and, as the illusion which had covered her was finally dropped, Faith stood and held out a hand which was shaking uncontrollably and which held what looked like dried tea. That wasn't the most surprising thing, though, really. All colour drained from her already pale face as the illusion fell and revealed the small and very evident bump which spoke the truth of his words. "No, please," her whispered words were hopeless, horrified and shocked. "Not... please no. I can't... please."

She looked at Padraig and in that moment she knew fear, real genuine fear. She couldn't lose him. Not now, not him. Not him. There was no doubt in Faith's mind that he would do anything and everything he could for her but this? As her lips began to tremble and tears fell from her eyes she grabbed a heavy wooden hairbrush from the bag and flung it at the Immortal who had caused this.

"Get out! Get OUT! GET OUT!!!!" The former slave screamed with a fury she didn't know she had and a ferocity she had never felt before. After the hairbrush was the small mirror that she kept in her bag and then a small bowl next to the bed. "I SAID GET OUT!"

Whilst there were still items that weren't nailed down, she was going to throw them.
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Dropping of the illusion and bump size kindly provided by Whisper :D I believe her full title is The Diabolical Whisper. :D
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This was why Aelig had never liked to hold people in suspense. What joy and excitement could you not find in the hysteria that was unfolding between his eyes. It had been simple enough to ensure Faith’s belief that Moseke’s Mist was what she had been taking for all these trials past. It had required little effort on his part, and he was surprised at the swell of pleasure that he felt at the knowledge that something so small could have such big repercussions.

Oh… how he could not wait for what was in store for the slave, the young girl who was only now really learning how to live. She had received but the smallest taste for life so far, and how it seemed that she thrived under the freedom. Aelig almost felt pity for the girl, who would soon be experiencing the pain of childbirth, and every, happiness, misery and worry that accompanied the arrival of something so small.

The hairbrush brought him back to the present, which collided with such a force that he didn’t think the girl could have mustered. Her fury was in stark contrast to her partner’s, who was much more reserved in his insistence that he leave. The mirror was easier to dodge, now that he was prepared: his physical body became transient, and the mirror soared straight through him, bashing against the wall, as he rubbed his temple to sooth the throb of pain the little waif had caused.

A wave of his hand and the weight on Faith’s womb disappeared again, with no trace of what she had just felt and seen of her fate to come. With it, a certain blackness descended upon the room. It was cold, and smelt of loneliness, and a wave of sadistic excitement permeated the air, washing away the initial sensation of cold fury. The wave was almost tidal, a magenta hue to the shadows which spoke of desire, all catastrophic want and need. It was devastating, and Aelig could feel his control slipping ever so slightly.

In this suffocating moment, where the repulsive aura did not retract, Padraig and Faith would see a glimpse of Aelig’s true, faceless and horrifying, form. Before he breathed deeply and a cool calm settled over the room once more. Padraig was close enough to touch, but the Immortal did not need touch to leave traces of his power over the man - that much had been proven by his deception to the world of Faith’s condition. A second, barely imperceptible flick of his wrist and a dorm and illusion was cast over the Academy Graduate. Were he to place a kiss on his love’s forehead - and in doing so show the utmost love, devotion, adoration and, above all, protection for Faith - Pedraig would open his eyes to see white nothing, much like he would have known in the tundra surrounding Viden. “A gift.

Turning, the Immortal of Illusion bowed his head and faded, the darkness that had enveloped the room receding with him.
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I like the epithet! How's that for Diabolical..?
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Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 5/5
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Awarded Knowledge

Moseke’s Mist: Was as Illusion
Padraig: A Life Together
Padraig: Marriage and “Contracts”
Padraig: Struggles with Talking About Emotions
Padraig’s Love: More than Platonic
Pregnant: Illusion Hiding the Child
Pregnant: Tristan’s Child

Extras
Loot & Losses [/color]xxxxxx Injuries
None [/color]xxxxxx None
Fame [/color]xxxxxx Devotion
None [/color]xxxxxx None
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Padraig


Peer Review

Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 5/5
Structure: 5/5
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Awarded Knowledge

Faith: A Life together
Faith: “Contract” Means Ownership
Faith: Doesn’t Want Children
Faith: Doesn’t Want to Get Married
Faith: No Concept of “Family”
Faith: Illusion Hiding the Child
Faith: Pregnant with Tristan’s Child

Extras
Loot & Losses [/color]xxxxxx Injuries
None [/color]xxxxxx Illusionary Curse: When Padraig kisses Faith on the forehead, he will find himself blind for a period of one break (hour). For each further kiss, this time will be extended by a break each time.
Fame [/color]xxxxxx Devotion
None [/color]xxxxxx None



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