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"It's been a while."
Hello there! This is my very first follower celebration on this blog so I’m very excited. First of all, I want to thank you all for following me, talking to me and writing with me. You guys have been a great support and I appreciate it! I love you all. Now let’s get to the business.
Rules:
You must be following me (even new followers count).
Likes don’t count, reblogs only.
The winners will be announced on January the 8th.
Prizes:
Third place: 10 icons of your face claim, promo for your blog
Second place: 10 icons of your face claim, promo for your blog, daily anon asks for your character
First place: 10 icons of your face claim, promo for your blog, daily anon asks for your character, a drabble about our characters, a music fanmix for your character
Well, good luck to all of you!
"And why exactly do y’think that?" He questioned, giving her a small smile as he let her hand carefully fall from his own.
"I am a very good judge of character and posses quite a lot of
experience," she replied with a small shrug. "Though there are certainly times when I
get surprise and who knows, this may be one of them," she chuckled.
+Phedre (The Past/Antiquity)
Illis fell in step beside Phedre and her steed. He watched her as she spoke, truly curious of the stranger who had shown him kindness directly after such brutality.
"Well, there are those who reason that what can destroy a dragon in more sinister than that very dragon. Their reasons for fearing me are fair. But their actions rarely need to be taken against me. I do not take mortal life as long as I can help it," he promised her. "So do your people have a King?" he asked.
He must have truly wandered from his usual routes in escaping his pursuers. This was an entirely new land to him.
She nodded her head with a knwoing smile on her face, though he
could not see it. There were many times when his words had proven to be true, as
she had found often with bitterness and regret. Sparing a human life was not only
kind, but it was also smart, for having someone's gratitude was always better than
having someone's corpse. She had known that and she could always use that to
her advantage.
"We are happy to have a Queen," she smiled again, thinking of her
Majesty who was more like a sister to her, though she was never too eager to say
that out loud, purely from simple modesty and respect she held for her sovereign.
"Ysandre de la Courcel. She is kind and intelligent, I am certain you would like her
and as long as you mention my name, she would never harm anyone I hold in
favor," she assured him as she led her horse out of the woods, getting to the path.
She was nervous about the way they were riding, but despite all
logic and common sense, with this complete stranger she felt safer than being
alone in darkness like this.
A Meeting
"All of..." Candace breathed, trailing off in reply to the woman's words. For a moment she felt a bit woozy, and attempted to blink away her daze. Brushing her curls away from her brow and holding her hand there against her temple, she looked at her in disbelief.
"You're not serious," she said plainly, staring, almost trying to see the truth on the noblewoman's face. There was a pregnant pause in which, apparently, she did see the truth there... and saw that she was, in fact, serious.
It was as if the gravity of the situation hit her like a stone... or was that just her imagining the weight of the woman's purse? Her arms fell to her sides, leaving the scarlet red silk flowing through the other woman's hands, and almost dropping the rest onto the rug. Moving her lips to speak, she found that there were no words there, so she simply nodded, sending her curls flying back into her face. Trying to hurry without tripping over her own feet, she clumsily gathered the silks together into an unkempt roll 'round both of her forearms to prevent them touching the floor.
With one big, brown eye peeking through her wild locks, she kept watch of the woman, making sure she wasn't about to disappear like some taunting dream. As she did this, with a free hand she found one of the many empty wooden boxes she kept around in hopes of having such a sale, and lined it with some scrap leather. Finally, she realized that it was quite inefficient to keep watch of the woman at the same time, and finally turned her full attention to her work, folding and packing each length, one atop the other.
Everything else seemed to go silent as she thought about the money she was about to make. With that amount of gold, even at this discounted price, she would be more than able to afford room and hot meals at an inn for the duration of her stay... A nice inn... One without the usual bed lice or leering scoundrels! The thought of a warm bed and hot bath distracted her so as to have barely heard the noblewoman's comments. At her words of her kindness, Candace said nothing, simply smirked in silence and continued to pack. However, when she inquired about her origins, Candace's neck snapped 'round to stare at her.
Her eyes slowly narrowed as she glanced the woman over, realizing she had never been asked that question before. No one had ever cared to ask her where she had come from... or about the places she had been. Only the treasures that she bore from these far away lands seemed to interest them. Immediately, she felt exposed, almost naked... Suddenly, she found the woman's gaze too powerful. Blinking and looking at the box, again, she purposely shook her curls down to cover the side of her head that faced her, scratching the spot before she reached down to continue her work.
"I..." she croaked at first. Clearing her throat, she tried again, still finding herself unable to speak very loudly. "I come from... very far away. West of the old Ummayad Egypt. South of the great sands... Of the clans in the mountains called Tibesti." She suddenly felt her English failing her, and her accent began to curl around her words. She couldn't admit, even to herself, that she felt rather foolish trying to explain it to the woman. Why should she care about these far away stories, about these far away lives? "Toubou people... We walk...always. Control the trade in the great sands... Ahm..." she faltered finally, finishing up with packing the silks and finding that the only one left to pack was in the noblewoman's hands. Still unable to look at her she picked up the box and stood up slowly, trying to find any excuse not to face her. Realizing that there was none, she turned slowly, and walked toward her smoothly... quietly. It felt like in this instant, her true nature as of lesser status and also of being a rather scrawny woman were physically clear. Standing in front of the brunette, there was a short, pregnant stillness. Candace then reached out, gently took hold of the silk the woman held and pulled it away slowly, almost as if not to offend her, almost as if asking permission. All the while, her eyes remained fixed on the woman's dainty feet, her fair scar-free hands, anywhere except her eyes. What a different world she seemed to come from. Why would she want to know anything about someone as out-of-place and as rough as herself?
Bending down again, she folded the last crimson piece of silk nicely, and placed it on top of the stack, then closing the lid and wrapping the entire thing in more scrap leather. She finished by tying it off with some twine. Her thin fingers worked quickly, and soon the package was prepared.
Standing slowly again, still gazing at the ground, she held the box up, trying her best to look as proud as she usually did, even though she could not face the lady.
"That is eighteen. Thirty-six pieces gold... m'... lady." she stuttered quietly, as if she had no control over her own words. The expression on her face was dull, almost displeased with herself for acting in such a manner as she looked off to the side.
"Is a servant near, to bear it for you?"
She could help but laugh lightly as she watched her reaction from
underneath her eyelashes. Amusement sparkling in her eyes, she let her hand off
the fabfics and crossed her arms, not letting her sight off her. Of all sudden, she felt
her mood brighting up, despite the gloom that had been crawling after her like a
shadow in the past few days. She did not know if it was he fine bargain or just plain
joy of seeing someone else's happiness caused by such simple matter.
Was it really that much money? She bit on her lip as she wondered
what actually was the finaly price she had just agreed to pay. To her, it didn't seem
to be such a terrible amount, as now she had plenty money thanks to her growing
business and popularity at the court, just as well as the good harvest at her castle.
Paying for a few gowns should not be such trouble to her and she had to smile at
the awful irony that it brought, that few coins, merely two night with some gracious
patrons, would mean so much for this girl.
She watched her packing her new fabrics and with a careful hand
touched the purse that was hidden underneath her cloak. She smiled as she
looked around, her eyes searching for her guards that seemed to disappear as fast
as morning mist did. They were terrible sometimes, for whenever she needed them
most they were never around, but any time she would beg them to go away, their
grinning faces were still there. She sighed lightly and hoped that at least they would
get her some valuable information while she did her shopping.
She listened to her words, patient and careful. She took the
information she had been told and tried to make the pieces fit, to create a full picture
that would tell her more about this girl she had found herself interested in. She had
been taught to collect, create and use any kind of information and the years she had
spent at the court certainly helped her get throught it. WIth this one, however, she
found herself almost unable to cope, as her replies were confusing and empty.
She wondered if she had ever heard of Tibesti of the part of Africa
she was talking about. Geography and history were both quite clear to her and she
was familiar with more temrs and places and events than most people of her age
and origin, yet her memory was sometimes failing her, as her knowledge faded
away since the years she had been studying with her beloved tutor. But now she
could use the knowledge she had elaborated. She had to smile at the memory of
her tutor yelling at her that a time like this would come, when she would need to
know more. Back then, she did not listen nor care, for studies seemed rather boring
to her compared to her little adventures.
"I see," she started slowly, nodding her head. "So there is nowhere
you can come back to? No family? Parents? Husband?" she raised her eyebrows
as she slowly and quietly proceeded with the interrogation.
She could not imagine living like this. Her parents were gone for a
long time and so was the man who had raised her and loved her, but she felt that
she always had somewhere to go to. Number of friends, people who were like
family to her, and even her lovers would always offer a shelter if she needed.
Besides that, now that she was a lady of her own castle, her security raised and she
truly felt a strong bound with a certain piece of land. She wondered and pitied the
girl, though that sympathy was not one of her specific traits.
She started looking for the purse as she smiled at the girl. She took
out the money and handed it to her, quickly counting in her head. She looked around
the place and chuckled. "There should be my guards running around somewhere
here, but they probably got into a street fight or into a conversation with some
taverns wench, as always," she shook her head, laughing. "I suppose I will have to
wait for them or carry it myself. Unless you would like to earn a few more golds,
aye?" she arched an eyebrow and gave her a small smile.
The daemon of dreams raised an eyebrow in interest to her specific choice of words as he returned a friendly, if not a bit placid, grin. “It’s no big deal, really. So what brings you to a clam-bake like this? no offence, but you don’t exactly sound like you’re from ‘round here.” he inquired, rising his glass to take a sip of his drink.
"I take it more as a compliment than an offense," she laughed lightly, the
sudden beam rising on her face as she took a sip from her glass as she realised that
alcohol was perhaps what she needed. "This clambake, as you call it, is truly not
something I would be pleased to attend under normal circumstances. But let's say that I
have a certain business here that needs to be taken care of, if that answers your
question, my dear…" she trailed off, raising her eyebrows.
;”—-I sincerely believe that you will have to wait a couple of thousand years to see that ‘demonstration’
or just whenI get the mood for that.”
”and you will do it, I’m a man of my word, I do not usually betray in this regard.” Eric used to always tell the truth, well only when He wanted to keep an agreement.
"I am afraid that I am not in position to waste such a long time only
for your sake," she sighed quietly, amusement sparkling in her eyes as a small
smile crept onto her face. "Neither will you, I suppose."
"Oh I am so pleased to hear that. People are quite dishonest in these
days, it would make one sick," she shook her head lightly. "So you're a pearl
between ashes, aye?"
“Somehow I feel like y’don’t really need to give it your best.”
His brows jolted for the briefest of moments whilst his fingers rotated the glass of whiskey over the surface of the counter.
”Never said I wasn’t cheesy. The ‘old virgin’ bit’s really harmful, just sayin’.
But, hey, I personally like the allure of a good tease. Too much straightforward business kinda loses charm on the way.”
"Then do forgive me if I have hurt your pride, that was quite not my
intention," she gave him a small smile, "or maybe it was."
"I agree, though the truth is that being straightforward is often
appreciated more than overestimating the mysterious cloud of smoke around you,"
she shrugged as she took a quick look around the place.
Mercy grew silent instantly as she heard the questions the other was asking. Oh lord, why did this woman to be aware of Mercy's love life? As if it wasn't uncomfortable enough already. "I am a girl of many hearts and therefor I haven't made up my mind yet about which of my potential interests would be a the perfect match. Besides, my love life isn't that passionate. I didn't lost my innocence yet. I suppose that I am just a girl, still trying to explore where her interest actually lies. Although-- there might be someone."
She arched an eyebrow at hearing her words but said nothing, as
she had found that sometimes it was better for some heart were quite easy to
break. She tried to guess what age she could be and she found it quite remarkable
that she was still a virgin. She did not find anything shameful on that, but thanks to
her mentality it seemed quite unusual. "Oh, and who might that someone be? I do
not want to pry, but- oh yes, I do," she laughed lightly.
"Thank you my dear lady." He bowed his head. "No offence taken I know how vampires are perceived, but would it ease your mind some to know that I despise all vampires? And that I am in fact part Fae?"
"And why is that, if I may ask?" she arched an eyebrow, both curious
and surprised. "Why would anyone despise their own kind?" She shook her head,
trying to understand but she hardly could, as a while ago she had no idea that there
were other species but men; vampires, faes and who knew what else. It frightened her
and excited her and she eagerly awaited every of his words.
”Force me? Oh, no, no not at all,” He answered with a smile worn. “I’m sure I will. Anything will do just fine, thank you very much for all of this. Is there any way I could repay you?”
She could not help but let a small grin grow on her lips. "I am certain
there is, my dear. Is there anything you'd like to propose?" In fact, she offered him
shelter for no other reason but her kindness and boredom, but she had always seen
the advatages of such bargains as she had been trained to notice and use such skill.
Eyes upon her fingers, picking from beneath her nails the dried red of a meal from earlier. She smirked. “You’ve my attention—” She told her. “So go ahead and tell me what it is you wish to say.”
A sly smirk appeared on her face as she gazed at the other's actions. "I
have understood that you are the Eater of souls and that I find quite interesting,
concerning my current situation. But first of all I need to ask you if there is some other
force controling your actions or you may decide yourself of the face of every soul," she
went on, speaking briefly and confidently.
His beak pushed against her hand in a sort of tender manner. He was supposed to change back in a matter of hours, but hoped that they could carry this on. He felt a connection to her, but unsure of what it was.
She touched the beak with the tip of her finger. She was certain that
this bird could kill and harm as well, using the beak as a sharp blade of a dagger or a
sword. But for now, she felt little rage and hate and danger from the animal, if any, as
she felt the same way at the moment. "I'm going mad," she noted.
Kate followed close behind as Irene’s heels clicked on the pavement. Although she knew how to go as unnoticed, this time she decided to be loud, as a sign that she was coming. The woman’s lips were pouty as she glanced around , taking in the scenery before nodding to her faithful assistant, a way of telling her that they were where they were supposed to be — at her old friend’s residence.
Blood red lips turned into a lopsided smirk (but one that did not manage to make her beautiful face look odd, quite the contrary ) as the two women approached the house, blue eyes stealing a gaze to the window before one of her long, crimson-nailed finger reached to ring at the door bell. She had announced that she was coming — now, she wondered if her friend changed either too much, or none at all.
Lying comfortably on the sofa, her feet placed on one of the
handles, she gazed down into her book and tried to make a understanding of any of
the words that she was quietly mouthing to herself. It was an old, Latin book and the
text was quite difficult, though she believed that foreign languages were one of her
talents.
Hearing the door bell ring, she twitched and quickly closed the
book. She sat up, hesitating before she quietly walked towards the big window
placed aside the door so that she could see who was at the door before opening.
The maid was supposed to be somewhere near, and yet there was no sign of her.
She sighed and frowned a little at the realisement that once again she was to do
her work.
Hidden behind a curtain, she looked out the window to see two
women standing at their door. Her heart nearly stopped at the sight of one of them. It
was a beauty so rare that she did not believe for a moment that she was real and of
all sudden she felt a strong wave of nervosity and desire reaching towards her. She
braced herself and opened the door, arching an eyebrow at the incoming:
"May I help you?"
;”Well, what can I say?—- people say that very often so I get that a lot.”
Eric was completely used to that description, in fact he knew that he was that way. ”—-you’re new in town so that explain the reason why you don’t know.”
was true, most people know about Eric, and who he was. both vampire and human, and both they used to respect him a lot.
”you’ll see with the time, that I’m more than just ‘important’.” he said unimportant.
"Well, I cannot wait to witness an actual demonstration and proof of your
so-called importance instead of the empty blabber that is so full of smug that my ears
nearly start to hurt," she spoke slowly, with a sly smirk on her face.
"In the meantime, I suppose I will have to rely on your word, Mr
Northman, no matter how silly and naive I find that to be." The reckless way she talked
to him was only a result of her light thinking of the moment, as she did not pay much
attention to the words that were floating from her mouth.