Setting
Setting
0.00 INK
"Guess it's official now," he murmured, running a hand through his hair. "And I don't know a thing about you yet." What did he mean he didn't know a thing about her? The night before she practically spilled her life story to him, but maybe that wasn't what he meant exactly.
Allaysa fixed her dress that had made its way slightly up her leg during the kiss before saying anything. "Well, what do you want to know?" She cocked her head to one side, letting her dark straight hair come untucked from behind her ear. She took another moment to rearrange herself like Aloysius had done, noticing the moment was over, and the feelings had all but vanished from the air, except her lips were still yearning for something more.
Setting
0.00 INK
He decided it needed somewhat more explaining.
"My sister is a rather...unique case," he murmured. "But for her, she's fine."
It was as if the memory was burned into his mind. There was no way he was going to forget that kiss. All those cliches about fireworks and knowing that this was just the right match? Well....only the fireworks happened.
Aloysius still had his doubts, but this was an arranged marriage. He didn't have the option of opting out.
"Well, what do you want to know?"
Aloysius pondered the thought, before firing off some questions. "What's your favorite color? When's your birthday? Favorite food? Favorite memory?"
Setting
0.00 INK
Setting
0.00 INK
"Favorite memory? Well when I was five I taught myself how to morph shadows into peoples fears. It was the only time my parents went out of their way to congratulate me, they patted my back and told me they were proud, but I could do better, but it doesn't matter because it was one of the only times they acknowledged my existence, hence my fondness of the memory." Allaysa paused for a moment and laughed quietly to herself. Vale had always been the favorite child, and Allaysa knew that she could never be, she was adopted out of pity, and nothing else. "My birthday is actually tomorrow. Ill be turning forty six, I'm getting old." Allaysa laughed again, knowing she was still the youngest.
Allaysa definatly didn't want anything for her birthday, she never recived anything before, not getting something this year would not be any different. "What about you? Birthday, color, memory, food, and what's your biggest aspiration?"
Setting
0.00 INK
Setting
0.00 INK
Setting
0.00 INK
Setting
0.00 INK
Allaysa...well, there was no predicting what his sister would do to her. She had been furious last night when she learned that the two of them had gasp kissed, of all things. As if she'd never caught him kissing anyone else before. He could name quite a few times. There was the one time with a maid....Yeah. That was a bad choice. But Vale got over it. The maid ran away, presumably because Allaysa had done something, but Vale had never believed that.
He lifted his eyebrows, meeting her gaze again.
"Maybe you should go visit your brother," he suggested. "After all, I met with my sister...."
"What about you? Birthday, color, memory, food, and what's your biggest aspiration?"
Aloysius pondered the question, before rattling off answers. "August 14th, blue, black and silver, not necessarily in that order or together, favorite memory is of the time I charmed my sister's shoe laces together and she couldn't figure out how to untie them. In close second is the time I exchanged all the sugar the wedding cake of my second cousin once removed for salt. I didn't eat any of the cake, but it was rather amusing when he ate them." He paused for breath, before continuing.
"Favorite food? Hard to say. I like practically everything. Except for bitter things. Can't stand them. Can't stand spinach stems either. The leaves, I can eat. The stems?" he shuddered to accentuate his point.
"Biggest aspiration...well, hard to say. For now, maybe one day to learn the ancient language. So many spells are written in that language. I mean, imagine everything I could do if I could learn every single spell ever written down? I'd be unstoppable!" his eyes sparkled with excitement, getting very into his words.
"And now it's my turn again. If you were about to be dropped on an island, and the only things in the plane that you could take with you was a paper crane, a piano, a hat or a banana, which one would you choose? Oh, and after you answer that, tell me, if Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, how many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick?"
Setting
0.00 INK
"And now it's my turn again. If you were about to be dropped on an island, and the only things in the plane that you could take with you was a paper crane, a piano, a hat or a banana, which one would you choose? Oh, and after you answer that, tell me, if Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, how many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick?"
She thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of each item, "Defiantly the piano, I could make a fishing pole, shelter, and a ton of other things with it, plus I like the way piano music sounds." Allaysa smiled momentarily, thinking over the riddle she had never heard before, "Peter Piper didn't pick any pecks of pickled peppers because pickled peppers aren't pickled when they are picked." She looked at him uncertainly and ran her answer through her mind again, and realized it made perfect sense, "my turn."
Again she took a moment to think, making sure she asked only the correct questions, "If the entire world was listening, what would you say?" She brushed imaginary lint of her bare shoulder then turned back, "and, what are you afraid to lose?" Allaysa's questions were deep, but she was curious, there was always time for the flirtatious questions, but now she wanted to delve into the real Aloysius, not the guarded one. She leaned back, resting against the wall, her shoulder blades ached from being pushed last night and she ended up putting a spell over her skin to make the blue bruises vanish, but the aching did not subside, and she prayed silently that Aloysius did not see her pained expression.
Setting
0.00 INK
Cadie shrugged a small shoulder, but stayed silent at this. She decided not to mention that although his sister could be dangerous, she was in fact a vampire, and very, very capable of taking care of herself. Not that it would ever happen, but if it did come down to a physical fight between Allaysa and herself, she wouldn't be helpless in the least. But, Cadie never resorted to physical violence, and found that speaking was quite enough. On top of that, she rarely got angry enough to engage in a verbal or physical argument.
"Maybe you should go visit your brother," he suggested. "After all, I met with my sister...."
"Axel and I have already arranged to meet today." She replied, glancing back at Vale. Before they even entered the Rysdan palace, Cadie and Axel planned to meet the second day at around midnight. When they got to the palace, they decided it would be in the general area around the dining room. They would never have a problem finding each other, since they could always sense one another. They both knew they could take care of themselves, and had decided that meeting on the first night wasn't as necessary.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Axel averted his gaze and shrugged as she got up. "I'm supposed to be married to you soon, and yet I don't know anything about you." He said, deciding he might as well say it. He turned his gaze back to her, considering all the things he already knew. She liked spaghetti, eggs and toast, and Aslan was attached to her. She had nightmares as well, she loved to sing, she could play the piano. She was beautiful, polite, and always smile around Aslan. She also got flustered seeing men in towels. He smirked slightly at that last thought. He pushed himself out of the chair at the table and walked over to the fridge, pulling out a bottled water. He popped the cap and took a sip, his gaze travelling over to the window for a moment before turning back to Gwen. "So, what's your favorite color?" He asked with a charming grin.
Setting
0.00 INK
Aloysius frowned. If the entire world was listening....? Oh, the things that sprang to his tongue first, fighting to get out before he managed to throw the urge away. Things like... Listen up world! Prepare to meet your maker! or the ever classic, Luke....I am your father....
But no. He couldn't say that. Technically, he was baring his soul to this woman. After all, she was to be married to him and he to her. He took a deep breath, before answering. "If the entire world was listening...." Aloysius let a small, sly smirk slip onto his face. "Why, I would declare my ever lasting love for you, my dear." He waved his hand dismissively, as though it was the obvious answer. "And after that, I would tell the world that they really need to get over themselves."
Once answering that, he focused on the second question. This took almost no thought whatsoever.
"I am afraid of losing my memory." His voice softened, hands clenching into fists as he turned around and folded onto the sofa. He nodded towards the other side, beckoning Allaysa to join him. "I'm afraid that one day, I'll try a spell that doesn't work and everything I know, everybody I've met, all the secrets and the juicy tidbits I've learned will vanish."
He took a deep breath. "My turn again." It was time for the deep questions, Aloysius realized. It was time to dig straight into her heart, figure out what made her tick, what kept her running. "What makes life worth living?" he asked. "What helps keep you going, pushing you through even the toughest of days? And along that subject, have you ever been betrayed by someone you held dear? If so...who and why?"
Suddenly, Aloysius sneezed. "Aw shit," he muttered, rubbing his nose. "Someone's got to be talking about me."
Vale nodded slowly. "I suppose I'll have to stay here then," he murmured. Maybe meet again with Allaysa. I'm sure she has something to tell me now that she's spent an entire night with the Shaman boy.... He sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. "Maybe we should go for a walk? I feel the need to stretch and there's still much of the outside that we have yet to experience."
He was kind of feeling the need to go back to the pool. After all, swimming would be nice. He could feel the heat radiating from outside, from the sunlight streaming through the wide windows, sliding through the slits in the thick curtains he knew were in the bedroom.
His stomach rumbled lightly, before he chuckled, almost in embarrassment. He headed into the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of the coffee, now lukewarm instead of scalding hot.
Setting
0.00 INK
"My turn again." It was time for the deep questions, Aloysius realized. It was time to dig straight into her heart, figure out what made her tick, what kept her running. "What makes life worth living?" he asked. "What helps keep you going, pushing you through even the toughest of days? And along that subject, have you ever been betrayed by someone you held dear? If so...who and why?"
She thought for a moment running her hands down her thighs then resting her chin on her hands. "What makes life worth living?" She repeated letting it soak in, it was not an easy question to answer. Then it came to her, she wanted to be honest, to tell him what kept her going, but she didn't want to, yet she did anyways. "What keeps me going, honestly, gosh don't laugh..." She paused again, "I've been told my entire life that nobody could ever love me, I'm not skinny enough, my hair isn't dark enough, I act like a child, I am not a good enough of a princess to carry on any kind of legacy. So I guess I live every day to be skinny enough, dye my hair, act more mature, make a legacy for myself. That in itself is motivational, for someone to think I am all these things, then love me for it." Allaysa did not care if her answer made no sense, to her it did, if Aloysius didn't understand it would just be another thing he would need to ponder.
Allaysa quietly laughed at the next question, but this one, by oath she made to her parents, she was bound by the shadows, to answer falsely. "I can't answer that.." She looked at him straight on, removing her chin from her hands, "I am not allowed to. I'm sorry Aloysius, but I just cannot." Fear and anger shined brightly in her eyes, she turned her face from him leaning into the couch and biting her lower lip until she assured herself she would not cry.
Not even Vale knew what happened that night when her father was raging drunk, the secret was tied between three people, her mother, father, and her, never to speak the events of that night, the night her parents shunned her for good, only showing the facade of a loving family to everyone else.
"Bless you by the way.. and it's my turn. If you just give me a moment." Allaysa stood up quickly walked into the bedroom, locking the door behind her.
Setting
0.00 INK
"That would be a good idea. I can't say my brother would be pleased to see you without talking to me alone first." She smirked, shrugging. "I might have to be the one to protect you." She added. Which was probably true. Axel would want to talk to her alone first before meeting Vale, and she couldn't say he'd be civil even after that. She was older, more experienced, and much stronger than her brother, so she was prepared to step in the middle in case anything happened.
"Maybe we should go for a walk? I feel the need to stretch and there's still much of the outside that we have yet to experience."
Cadie smiled slightly and nodded. She was about to suggest the same thing, and was glad they would get to be outdoors once again. The waterfall sounded nice, since it was getting awfully hot in their suite. She would need to change again though and put on her suit, in case they decided to go swimming. She heard his stomach rumbled and smirked at his almost embarrassed chuckle. "I'll be ready in a minute." She replied as he went for the kitchen, and pushed herself from the couch, disappearing into the bathroom a moment later. There, she changed into her blue bikini and pulled her clothes over it again. She sat back on the couch and petted Chev as he crawled onto her, like he was a lap dog.
Setting
0.00 INK
Aslan came to stand beside her, lifting his front paws off the floor and placing them on Gwens leg. She dropped a hand onto his head lightly and scratched behind his ears. She pulled her hand away and couldn't help but laugh when he whined and pushed his head into her hand.
Setting
0.00 INK
He closed his eyes, as runes started drawing themselves in the air in front of him. He could feel his heart speeding up, his body starting to grow fatigued as the spell grew in power. But he kept at it. It didn't really do anything, except keep his stamina up. Which was what he needed. He kept muttering, the words flying easily from his lips as the runes began changing colors, turning from dark gold to pale silver and back again.
When he broke the spell, the runes fell in showers of glitter, raining down onto the lawn underneath. He turned around, face flushed, heart racing.
Was Allaysa done yet?
Vale had changed as well, while Arcadia was in the bathroom. He wore the same pair of shorts as last night, as well as the same sweatshirt. "Ready?" he asked, throwing a towel over his shoulder. His feet were clad in dark brown flip flops, and a pair of sunglasses rested on top of his head. It was rather...odd, considering the almost light hearted feel surrounding the Fallen at the moment.
His eyes grew worried, before he shook off the feeling.
It wasn't time to be thinking about his sister, he berated himself. Now was his moment.
He headed for the door, glancing back to make sure Arcadia was following. Bel leaped onto his shoulder as he passed the sofa, claws digging into his sweatshirt before the cat found his favorite niche and settled down.
Setting
0.00 INK
The cold water splashed against her face, sooting the red marks around her eyes from crying just moments before. Aloysius would never understand, nor would ever know, and Allaysa decided he probably made a snide comment when she rushed from the room. She stood up, straightening her back and fixing her dress quickly and walked from the room, looking perfectly composed, just like a perfect princess.
She found Aloysius on the balcony, his face flushed. "Sorry about that. Just me being dramatic." Allaysa spoke for him to hear, hoping he caught the sarcasm in her voice. Her molten eyes searched for something, a question to ask him in return for the one's he asked her, but for her the game was over. "You never told me what that compromise was about me not being hungry, and you being hungry? Want to go get some food?" She shrugged, knowing she wouldn't be eating anything, but like a good... fiancée.... she could accompany him.
(In case you didn't get the drift, she got raped, sorry to be blunt, but I did not know how to put it through the message without it sounding funny. >.<)
Setting
0.00 INK
When they reached the door they had entered last time, she smirked, noticing it was the same guard. Like the time before, she walked up to him and whispered something in his ear. His eyes went blank and he looked a little confused as he opened the door for them. She thanked him softly and gently pulled Vale out into the sunlight, sighing with content at the soft grass under her bare feet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Axel stared at her for a moment, completely taken off guard by her answer. She was one of the most interesting people he'd ever met, especially with an answer like that one. A breathtaking smile crossed her beautiful face, and he blinked, forcing himself to tear his gaze from her.
"Now, my turn. If you could take only three items with you onto a stranded island, what would it be?"
Axel thought for a moment, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned against the counter across from her. He took another sip of his water, then set the bottle on the counter top next to him. "My guitar, and endless supply of clothes, and someone special. If I'm allowed to have people with me, that is." He shrugged. He wouldn't exactly want to be stranded on an island by himself, that would be no fun. He couldn't exactly live without his guitar either, and clothes were a necessity. Water and food would be easy to find, and a shelter easy to build.
"What about you? What would you take with you?" He asked, his gaze travelling back over to her.