Mylene

Lady Mylene Wilder

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There is       love       in your body but you          can't          get it out It gets        stuck        in your head won't come out of your mouth

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The Meltokio she last remembered was an uncanny resemblance to this own, but the differences were pressed against the air like glass; almost invisible, but the flaws were clear. A well bred lady passing through the neighborhood she was belonging to, and the glances taken here way were split second disrecognition.

As if she were a ghost in waking form.

A monster from some field outside the barriers of Meltokio’s walls; and straight faced as ever, she still felt it’s effects digging into the back of her neck. 

The gate of her home was a tad more worn than she last remembered it. Stepping outside the premise for a temporary leave of absence and practically wandering into a metaphorical twilight town. Shawl wrapped tighter around herself, she pushed open by it’s metal hinges and stepped inside. Instinctively taking a side path towards another entrance.

[star-meteor-seles]

It was one unfortunate event after another. She had to deal with not one, but three deaths; her father’s, and now big brother’s, as well as her mother’s. 

Why did all the important people have to leave her?

And as per the rules of the Church, she was now the Chosen, due to her big brother no longer being able to fit such a role.

Why did this have to happen?

As such, Seles now had to live with her big brother’s mother, so she can be monitored and raised properly, and be the model befitting of a Tethe’allan Chosen, of a messenger for the goddess Martel.

Why aren’t they here anymore?

Even if she was still just a child, she knew already of how horrible the world, the people treated her, for being a half-elf, for just existing. Her ‘new’ mother, Zelos’ mother, was the living proof of that. She wanted nothing to do with her, that much was evident. 

Please bring them back!

“… Yes, ma’am.” the girl quietly replied, not daring to look up at the woman. She couldn’t call her ‘mother’, this was not how a mother would act, right?

Right?

[blazentrophy]

The city of Meltokio in and of itself was a form of hell, clad in lace petticoats and devoid to the concept of it’s own corruption. It’s own self plundering ways. The funeral held previously was the only thing keeping her in the public eye. Grieving for her dead child, when in all the worst ways -- she was relieved.

Neither of them could suffer anymore.

She shed her tears as his casket was dropped into the earth, but even with that shackle removed, there was no new-found joys. She was the closest family now, wasn’t she? After that girl’s mother spilled her son’s blood...

The pain in her chest; anxiety, tension, fear... all these things would have to be ignored for the possible future. Until it was just her again, staring at the walls, and making no attempt to hide her contempt for the man who lead her child into an early grave. 

Was she truly the only one fit to suffer like this?

Then she would have to be the evil stepmother in this equation.

     “I expect you to be on your best behavior while living in this house, young lady. Any misbehaving will be brought directly to me.”

And even if she did break everything in the house with a baseball bat? It was no longer her problem. The house belonged to him before, after all. Perhaps she might try redecorating again. Something black would suffice.

     “You wake up tomorrow at eight. I’ve arranged for Sebastian to ...”

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a shadow darting across her vision, and for that moment, it was enough to have her recall in painful intensity how Zelos would oven poke his little head through that door -- her eyes stung with whiplash. 

     “Collect your things.”

This wasn’t the stone wall she tried desperately to be. She just buried her child! The Church and this damned world could go to hell, like her husband! A woman of the more delicate constitution would give the expected period of grieving; tear apart her appearance with eyeliner stained cheeks. 

Mylene was the exception; practically born to accept the bullshit thrown upon her with a rueful smile and dry wit.

The ice queen of Meltokio.

     “I’m getting a headache now just from staring at you. You are dismissed for now.”

She avoided looking again upon that man’s bastard child completely; instead looking away. Looking anywhere else. The walls, the chairs, perhaps even the ceiling. There was mild compassion in her, but not enough to comfort anyone -- including an unwanted girl like Seles.

She would do the bare minimum and that was it.

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     “I’ll say it again: you’re never going to be a replacement for my son.”

She wanted to curse the whole damned world for everything it took away from her; and that woman’s daughter was apart of it all. Her dead husband’s half elf prostitute made sure she took away the last thing she had. While she had long ago believed it would be the Church to kill him...

She was far from prepared to lose him.

     “So I expect you to remember your place.”

She never wanted to look at her again.

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“Saaay, isn’t that…”

Whenever Zelos heard Shadow speak up, it was an instant aggravation, he wanted him to shut up for once in his life. However, his choice of words piqued Zelos’ interest, and he muttered under his breath “What the hell do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy ignoring yo–” his words cut off as his eyes trailed to what he could tell the creature’s attention was on.

In an instant, his blood felt like ice in his veins.

Zelos hissed under his breath “This isn’t funny, stop it. We’re not in your damn realm.” he knew that Shadow would respond within his own mind; invading his thoughts. It was, after all, a parasite.  The response was not one he wanted to hear, Shadow’s distorted voice snapped “You moron, I’m half dead and you expect me to have enough power to make illusions in the ‘real world’? Get real, you dumbass! That’s your so-called precious mother! Now why not go run over and give her a hug?” Zelos’ breath hitched in his throat at Shadow’s words. 

His subconscious thoughts only served as substance to the creature’s mocking “Oh, you’re terrified she’ll suddenly drop dead? Did I scar you a little too much? Oopsie~!” the distorted voice cackled before continuing “Quit being a wuss, you stupid good-for-nothing mutt!” Ignoring the last statement, Zelos shoved his hands in his pockets and stepped forward.

That attitude, it was enough to make him…. No, he couldn’t get mad, not now. Zelos felt anger try and well up somewhere deep down, but he quickly tuned it out. With his hands curling into tight fists, he gathered his voice and loudly said “I don’t remember hearing about any visitors today. Can I help you?” he’d play stupid for the time being, but that would only be temporary.  Zelos needed time to think.

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She needed time to think. Somewhere in between, she could feel the migraine she was going to develop. Slipping in as a bit of mild pressure. Her palm made it to her temples before she was suddenly addressed by that man. And regardless of her feelings towards the matter, her social position made it unlikely to escape this without acknowledging him.

His voice was unfamiliar. Out of the off chance she encountered him before... yet that idea grew fruitless. The Chosen’s family did not just throw Reunions. A clan of people as spread out and unfamiliar as can be expected. 

And she hated every last one of them.

     “No, I don’t imagine you can.”

The nobility of this country was distasteful. As a result, she had few connections, and was altogether regarded as unapproachable. There was nothing she could, he could, or anyone else could do to help her. Short of mutilating her former husband’s grave, burning the Church, and releasing her from his obligations.

She wasn’t the woman who was content in slavery.

     “And I believe it is my fault for walking in unannounced.”

To be fair, it was unlike her.

She bit the inside of her cheek in order to keep focused on that face of his. It was only enforced manners that let her do so. Staring at him too long reminded him of that man in all the worst ways. Even his child, too. That red hair was cursed.

     “I believe we haven’t met... You are...?”

If he’s there in Meltokio to stare at a gravestone, may he do so and kindly leave her be.

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silentsymphonia

She was predisposed to ignoring red hair. The hair of her former husband, may he burn in hell. Her footsteps tread the floor soundless, years of practice in heeled shoes, and yet one glance and her foot sharply met it’s surface.

For a clear moment, she saw that Chosen in him. 

The creases between her eyebrows grew, a moment of concentration given for what she almost viewed as a ghost from her unwanted past. A life shackled to a man who she despised. 

Too see his face, though, and that apprehension grew.

-- No, they ... weren’t the same. And yet...

     “.... ” 

She wanted nothing to do with his kind. Her shoulders averted favoring his side of the room, as her eyes wandered elsewhere. Some relative of Wilder who had no place in her home and in her life. Her skirts picked up as her pace accompanied -- no matter how unladylike and ill-composed she appeared to be.

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