Daryl & Genevieve Jasville's Story

Roshia had to hold onto the tree when she saw what was going on with her little sister. "Lorelei June Keavaris! What the hell... he is a grown man! I should have known you had a thing for older m-"

Lorelei held up a hand as she sat up, "I didn't feel any jitters. Body responded like any female body would in this circumstance." She started button her shirt.

"They sure do grow up fast." He laughed nervously and hoped Gene would never like boys.

"Normal... Lorelei tomorrow we are talking about why you have to stop talking to older men. This is getting out of hand... and make some more of that damn tea." She pulled Daryl with her as she walked home with him, fuming. Daryl told her that they were doing more than that at their age. She punched him in the arm and said that is why she is like this. She walked into her home and smiled apologetically to Rowan.

Rowan was still reading when Roshia and Daryl walked in, Roshia was giving him an apologetic smile. Rowan raised an eyebrow at her. " Did you have fun? Gene's passed out in the guest room with Cossie. She says she'll be sleeping with cossie for the rest of her life even" He said as he got up, kissed roshia's cheek and went to make her some tea since she looked like she needed it.

Roshia leaned into the kiss for a moment. "She already found a replacement for me, wonderful. I seem to be a very replaceable man. Roshia you okay with me leaving her here? If not I can take her no problem." She rested her hand on his arm, "She can stay, you just might not get her back." She smiled. He thanked them both, saying if she cried for him to just bang on the door and he will come get her, then kissed Roshia's cheek and walked out. "So... how was your day with Gene?" She asked, walking into the kitchen, and leaning her cheek on his back.

"Good, terrifying, and then fine again. She thinks about some really grown up things. Its kind of strange, she ran off into the woods while I was grabbing her some water she asked for after we pressed flowers. I had never been so terrified in my entire life" He sighed. "I found her quick enough though, luckily. So we came home, talked about the babies, a lady she misses, and had hot chocolate and then she went to pass out." He explained the rest and handed Roshia her cup of tea. "Anything interesting happen to you?" He asked.

Roshia took her cup and held it close, thanking him. "So you lost Daryl's only child in the woods?." She laughed softly. Blowing before she took a sip she looked up at Rowan. "We just walked and talked. It has been a while since we really actually caught up on everything. Then we walked around places we used to hang out. Then Lor found herself another man... I swear that girl. Other than that... nothing really big." Roshia had made her way to a chair while talking.

"Well only for like five minutes, but it was awful and I was so scared for her." Rowan said with a sigh. "I'm glad you got to catch up. But I dont think I want to share you anymore. I missed you today, even though I got to hang out with Gene, shes a pretty cool kid. She completely idolizes you by the way, views you like the absolute goddess you are" He said, walking up and kissing Roshias cheek.

Roshia smiled, "I love her to the moon and back, but now you get to see what I will have to look forward to when you go to work." She finished her tea and cleaned her cup before going take a shower and getting dressed. She climbed into bed and yawned. "Today was a long day."

Roshia had been up before dawn so she was sitting on the couch when a blonde hair girl passed by her window. She knew it was Ofelia and scuffed. The knock on the door came and Roshia waited a moment before going open it. Apparently Ofelia didn't stay, but left them a basket of baked goods. She read the note and rolled her eyes before taking one of the goods out before placing the basket on the counter. "Save some for Gene." She told Rowan.

Rowan woke up a little later than he usually did, he didnt really feel like going out anywhere in the morning so he figured hed just stay in bed as long as he wanted. He got up when there was a knock on the door and put a shirt on before he walked to the living room, but all he saw was Roshia setting a basket on the counter as she told him to save some for gene. He walked over to the basket and looked at the card tied to it. "Ah, that was nice of her." He said in a sleepy tone as he grabbed a scone and nibbled on it while he made coffee.

Roshia rolled her eyes again and got Gene up. It took a while, but she managed to get the wobbly and sleepy girl into the kitchen and into a chair by the table where she ate her breakfast with her eyes closed. Roshia covered up her mouth to try and not laugh. It was the cutest thing she ever say. She waited till Gene was all the way up and hyped on sugar to take her to Daryl's. She told Rowan she was going to Lor's and that she didn't want to leave Gene with him again. Just in case he lost her again and walked with her hand in hand to Daryl's. Gene screamed with excitement and ran in the house before Daryl could say a word. Roshia had on a devilish grin and told him to have a good day before walking over to Lor's.

She knocked on Lor's door. "Lor, it's me Roshia... I need to talk to you." She said sweetly.

Lorelei thought about a younger and emotional Misha and a small smile crept onto her face. She remember when she first met him and though about home. "Your poor wife, Misha." She said, making a normal joke. Then she blinked and looked at Adrian. She bent down and stared at him, the way she did that first day they met. Her heart was racing, but she kept her composure. "I bet you Misha cried on their wedding night."



Roshia clapped her hands, "Ohh I will have my babies by the time you start showing. They already have enough clothes to last forever. I might even have some that you could have that would have never been worn. But you... for you... you need clothes and you will make me have baby fever. Oh... that isn't good." She looked at Rowan, "You should go on a fishing trip during that time... for my sake." She smiled, patting his hand, before going back to Ofelia. "Elwin is a sweetheart, maybe we can visit som-" She was interrupted by Gene busting through the door and running with a drawing in hand and she plopped it on the table before here before looking up at Ofelia.

"I like your face drawings... and your hair. I am Gene! This is my Rosie." She giggled. Roshia looked at the drawing and it was of her holding her father and Rowan's hand and Gene was standing next to her.

"This is lovely!" Roshia giggled. Daryl came running in.

"I am so sorry. She is so fast. How can little people run so fast?" He was trying to catch his breath.



Elwin was in his shop with Ollie, making her dresses and joking on how Atlas would look good in dresses too. Ollie smiled and patted his head. "If he heard you we would all die." They had grown a bit closer during the month. She let him help her when needed and if she wasn't feeling well she would tell him. Lorelei was looking after her and it seemed like she was doing better than Roshia was at the time.

"You have such lovely hair, I am glad you are growing your hair out. It really suits you." He gently tugged it and she laughed. "My family loved my long hair and when I cut it, it was my dad who cried."

Adrian thought about it for a second. He didnt look Lorelei in the eyes when she stared at him because it always made him nervous when he did. And he was afraid he'd try to kiss her again if he did. He looked back at Misha and nodded. "Yeah I bet he did. He cried when I was on time for work the other day. So he probably sobbed on his wedding night. " He said and then looked down at a candy wrapper on his desk. He balled it up and chucked in into a little wire trashcan a few feet away, but it hit the rim and bounced out of it. Adrian sighed in defeat and put his head back on the desk.



Misha chuckled and nodded. "I did indeed sob. I sobbed when my children were born too." He said, seeming proud that he had children to cry about. "Maybe one day, when you're older, you two will understand." He said with a chuckle, knowing it was unlikely for either of them to really understand an emotion that strong. Adrian might have been able to, if he would stop shutting them off all the time, but he wasnt sure about Lorelei yet.



Ofelia giggled about Roshia getting baby fever so soon after she had her own children. And that she thought Rowan would have to go on a fishing trip so that they wouldnt have more kids so soon. Roshia was interrupted by the cutest little girl running in and slamming a drawing down. It looked like Roshia holding Rowan and some other mans hand with Gene next to Roshia. The little girl started talking to Ofelia about her "face drawings" and her hair. "Oh, well thank you. You have very pretty hair too!" She said, bending down to Genes level. Her father came running in a few moments later talking about how fast she was. Ofelia giggled. "I guess I'll have to take up running to keep up" She said with a small sigh.



Rowan laughed at Roshia saying he'd need to take a fishing trip, and the Gene came running in with a picture. He chuckled and waved hello at her while she was talking to Ofelia. "See? I told you she's fast Roshia. Daryl agrees with me. Oh, by the way Gene, you left something over here i've been meaning to have you take home." He walked into the bedroom and came back with the pressed flowers she had made in the summer. "I'm pretty sure theyre done by now" He said handing her the book they were in.

She patted his head softly and turned away. "I wonder if me missing out on these emotions of yours is a good thing now that I see you... and then there is my sister... she cries for everything too now." She said before going over and picking up Adrian's balled up paper and placed it in the trash can. She wanted to ask Misha something, but not when Adrian was in the room. So she took Misha's sleeve and walked to the break room and was happy no one was there. "Misha... I have a question or two. So you know how I love the crematory room? Part of it is because of the warmth... but I like being with them before they finally go, like they aren't truly alone." She didn't look up at him. Instead she looked down and tugged at her sweater, "And... the night of the wedding I was forced to dance with Adrian, which was okay, but my chest had began to hurt. Then when we at the end of the island, where it drops off... when he kissed me... I was... I don't know, but my heart was racing and it was hard to breath. But what really boggles my mind is... I was looking down at at the blackness and I wanted to fall in. To be wrapped up in it, kind of like what I think happens to those in here." She was shocked to feel tears go down her cheek. She had no idea why she would be crying.



Roshia laughed at Rowan and Daryl, "She just wants to have fun... and Forrest wants to escape." She held her hand over her mouth and she laughed more. Gene told Ofelia thank you and rubbed Roshia's belly.

"Daddy said you will have your babies soon! Two babies! How are two going to come out?! You and Row could each have one so you don't have to fight over her. I am so excited. Daddy says you are go-" Daryl covered her mouth and laughed. "Ahh yeah... I am sorry for her interrupting you all. Gene what do you say to Rowan?" He moved his hand and she smiled big.

"Thank you, Row! I really enjoyed pressing flowers with your. You will be a good daddy. The twinsies are going to have lots of fun with you. Nice to meet you Rosie's friend!" She giggled and ran out. Daryl apologized again and went chasing after her.



Elwin and Ollie laughed. "You got caught, El." Elwin looked at Atlas scared before chuckling. "So things are okay at the other cafe? I was a bit worried." He said before putting the last pin in.

Ollie and Atlas still wasn't close. Atlas just kind of accepted her being there and carrying Elwin's child. She knew he care for her, but she didn't let Elwin know. He was pretty dense when it came to them two. "The baby is fine. Though I have to drink this god awful tea for a few more months, just in case." Elwin laughed at her face and she stuck out her tongue at him.

Adrian stayed with his head down for a minute, and when he looked up, Misha and Lorelei were gone. He wondered why they decided to leave. He got up and wandered the halls for a second, getting to the break room just in time to hear everything Lorelei said. He stayed near the door where they couldnt see him, not wanting to interupt. Adrian didnt know what to do knowing that he mad Lorelei feel that way. He hated it, feeling like it was his fault. He peeked in just in time to see Lorelei crying. Adrians mind went darker than it had been in a while and he walked past the break room and out the door. He didnt want to be around Lorelei knowing that he made her feel that way. He didnt stay long enough to hear Misha's reply, instead just walking out. He passed Blair on the way out who tried to talk to him, but he was so numb to everything that he didnt even hear him.




Misha was a little confused about why Lorelei didnt want to talk in front of Adrian, but he went along with her anyways. He listened to her speak and it soon became clear why she wanted to talk alone. He was glad she felt he was someone she could talk to, and he understood what she was talking about, how she was feeling. He was surprised to hear that Adrian had kissed her though. "Well Lorelei, wanting to disappear into the darkness and identifying with the dead are signs of depression. A strong sadness that takes hold of you and makes you feel that way. Unfortunately it probably stems from the lack of emotions you feel. Adrian gets that way too. THe best thing you can do is to let yourself feel more. The new emotions will block out the depression, you'll feel happier..." He said as he got her some tissues. "But i've got some questions for you too. How do you feel about Adrian? Really think about that. I cant tell you why he kissed you, the boys been backwards for a long time, I cant tell you why he does things. You two just need to let yourselves feel things. You wont end up like me I promise, but you wont feel so lifeless anymore. " He said, hoping it would answer at least part of her questions. He definitely needed to have a talk with Adrian too.



Ofelia giggled and said goodbye to Gene as she ran out the door. "AHhhhh shes so cute! I cant wait till you have yours. And then i'll have mine and then I have to convince Nasir that we dont really need twenty six children. I cant. I already feel like im gonna die today, and I know its only going to get worse...I'm not doing it twenty plus times" She said with a sigh and shaking her head.

Roshia stayed out longer than what she intended and Daryl came over. "I don't think pregnant woman should be out in the cold like this." He said smiling. Roshia just glared at him. "Someone is in a foul mood. What happened?" He asked, sitting in front of her feet.

"Rowan... he didn't do anything wrong... I just missed a part of him that he never shows anymore. I told him he fathers me too much." She said, not looking at him, but the lake.

"Ouch... well... I want to say I hope you two work it out, but that would mean no hope for me." He smiled up at her. She lightly kicked him.

"You had your shot." She said. He frowned.

"I know... and it isn't a day I don't hate myself." He said softly. "Well go get in your house and warm up. Them babies need it." He rubbed her belly and kissed her forehead before leaving. She wished he stopped doing that. Rowan was going to kill them both if he saw that. She got up and went inside. Changing and slipping into bed.

Daryl had dropped off Gene to the day care in town so she wouldn't go nuts with Roshia and the twins. He wanted to wait till they had settled in with the newborns and everyone had stopped coming around. Plus he knew once Roshia got her head around having twins she would be showing them off to him. Now he was was alone and going to shop for groceries and clothes when he saw the blacksmith shop.

Memories began to flood his mind of when he worked in his own shop back down in the kingdom. He wasn't going to say he didn't miss the job, but it was worth it with the amount of time he had with his daughter. Daryl would just peek in to see how the owner was doing and if his stuff was better than his.

He walked in and was immediately drawn to the glass case. "Ehh, not bad. Though I would have smoothed that part out a bit more." He mumbled to himself.

The chimes rattled differently from the changing air current. Forsythe had just started up the temper bath for his current project when the potential customer walked in. “Welcome!” The bearded man was loud of voice, but not unkindly so. He pulled the gloves off his hands and clapped them together. “What can I do ye for?”

The ornamentation in the hilts was varied, but quite dull. The real beauty was in the blades hanging above the counter. “Got a blade in need of fittings?” He asked, noticing the man seemed focused on the many hilt designs.

Daryl looked up to see a man a few years older than himself and smiled. "Haha no no... I was just coming see what the new blacksmith was all about. I was one myself back in the kingdom, retired from that to move back home with my little girl. What brings you to the islands? I mean... your work is pretty nice, would think a place finer than here would need you." He smiled.

"M'thinks this place is pretty nice already," A boisterous laugh passed from the blacksmith's lips. "Leagues better than my hometown, anyway!" In truth, a good smith keeps all sorts of clients close, and this particular shop was of equal distance between all of them. It wasn't too far for the nobility, and it wasn't too far for those... well, less fortunate.

"Here, get a feel on this baby," The Blacksmith pulled a complete sword off the wall and handed it to the man. The blade itself was expertly crafted, and felt light as a feather with how balanced it was. The blade itself was utterly flawless, though the fittings seemed unusually old. "Crafted that one when I was a tyke, lemme tell ye. Ain't for sale though- consider it an indicator of my skills, plus another twenty-some years."

Daryl nodded, "Good little place indeed. There is another blacksmith here but he is off in war as we speak." He said before looking over at the sword he took off the wall. He held it and ran his hand over the blade carefully. Daryl laughed, "damn good skills. This blade is a fine one. Can't deny your talents, sir." After he got a feel of the sword he handed it back to him. "I like to smooth out my hilts a bit more, but that's a fine job you did to them." He said before holding out his hand. "I'm Daryl, by the way." He smiled.

“Forsythe Edwards,” The Blacksmith grinned widely as he shook the other man’s hand. His large digits nearly enveloped Daryl’s. In response to the preference over the smooth handles, he replied, “Maybe so for the ornamental pieces, but a smooth grip slips easy,”

As he returned his twenty-something-year-old blade to its original spot, Forsythe continued, “Daryl, eh? You mentioned a war? Te be honest, it’s the first I’ve heard of it. Hope it goes well.” He then returned to the counter. “Not ta toot me own horn, but none of m’weapons broke on the blokes. At least, the enemy’s gear broke before ours.” Edwards laughed.

Daryl smiled, "Ah yeah, the draft might have happened before you moved. I would honestly like to see your work in war. That blade you have shown be looks like a beautiful war weapon and you were a youngin then. Very impressive. I started out a bit late in the game. Knew bits and pieces, but didn't really get into the art till around nineteen or so." He said. "Actually... do you have a starter blade? I would make one myself, but let's be honest I left all my tools at my old shop." He chuckled.

“A starter blade? I gotcha,” The smith headed down the wall and rapped a finger on the flat of each blade as he passed. He eventually settled on a blade the same length as a longsword, but the edges were curved and blunt, and the tip was ground down to a rounded end. “Perfect for training.” He plucked the stick of iron off the wall and snatched up a very simple set of fittings from a drawer filled with standard fittings. The smith deftly fit the pieces snugly on, and tightened the bolt at the pommel to secure everything together. “That’ll be ten silvers.” the price was relatively cheaper than a regular longsword, which made sense since it was more like a thin, incredibly balanced club rather than a honed weapon.

Daryl looked over it. It would be a good sword for her to get used to. He handed him twelve instead. "It is worth at least that much in the kingdom." He smiled. "My little girl has been working with a wooden sword. I have the bruises on my legs to prove it." He laughed. "Do you have any kids, Forsythe?" He asked. Daryl hadn't had a good smith buddy in a while. He had his intern who took over his shop, but from what he heard about him and how he was in the dungeon in the King's castle he wondered if they were buddies. Then he had to learn to forgive him. It seemed like he wanted to turn over a new leaf and he had his own family, but that didn't mean he should go off with what he did. It made him since he had a daughter himself.

“Thank ye kindly,” Forsythe accepted the tip and pocketed it in his apron. He stepped into his working area for a moment to check on the slowly tempering blade, though he can still hold a conversation.

Daryl then asked about him having kids of his own. “Nay,” Forsythe shook his head, “The Forge is me life. ‘Aven’t met a woman who could take the heat, plus I was from a small town. Hopin’ I be findin’ one whilst livin’ here.”