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Eva Green in âCamelotâ (2011). x
thejealoussister:
Maeve wished to ask why the priestess believed it would be better to stay quiet for the time being, but chose not to question it for fear of sounding ungrateful. âThank you, High Priestess, I shall do it discreetly.â She bowed her head and was about to leave when the priestess - or was it one of the new queens? The woman had an air of superiority to her - invited her to stay. Maeve didnât have any titles that would make her worthy of someoneâs time, but she couldnât help her curiosity.
âWho am I to decline a drink with someone blessed by the gods?â She said with a smile, slipping the vial into the satchel she carried with her. âIâm surprised this place is empty for now, one would think that people would be more desperate for answers.â
âBlessed,â she chuckled without thinking. âBlessed, indeed.âÂ
âIâve sent them to other priestesses,â she explained withot missing a beat, looking at the other woman with attention. âThere are more important issues than answering to them. They know nothing and they never listen carefully.â She rambled. Mina then filled a cup of wine for Maeve, and as she slid it closer to her, she examined her face quite carefully.Â
âDo you need answers?âÂ
iapetxs:
   âAny little sandwiches are better than no little sandwiches,â Iapetus replied with a shrug, taking a sip of his wine and motioning for his companion to pick a sandwich for herself before he went ahead. It was only fair.Â
   He favored the setup of Minaâs tent, with all its plush little pillows and rugs. And given that there was often very little for him to do after the middle of the day had passedâthere we only so many orders he could issue to the independently-functioning Ironmoor citizenâs clustered together, trying to live their lives as they normally wouldâhe got to enjoy those plush pillows and heady wine rather often.Â
   âRumors keep spilling in,â he noted, finally taking a little sandwich for himself. âAttempts at escape are futile, everyone who runs disappears or dies.â He sighed, making a grand motion with his sandwich. âSo it is willed. Anything we can do, in your expertise?â
She took one and bit. They werenât as bad as she had thought, but at his words, her clumsy smile suddenly turned into a grim expression. âAh, yes. This is still unfathomable to me,â she said, restlessly shaking her head, thinking of how she had tried to remember anything related to what she had witnessed in the woods. Or of how she had listed all the beasts and gods, all the stories that could possibly explain the carnage. But there was no use. This was something new, something entirely different.Â
âI ventured into the woods last night, only to find a horrid display of some of my priestesses. As if whoever is doing this was boasting about how feeble we are. Theyâve caged us.â She looked at Isiah and raised an eyebrow, frustrated. âBut we havenât made it this far only to be intimidated by... Whatever this is. We should only wait until we know more.â She finally said.
But she hated waiting.Â
priestcss:
Confess. You are something greater that they could know. Confess. You are a speck to the planets, a collection of bone and blood that the earth will turn to dust one day soon. Confess. You are nothing, nothing, nothing. She had never cared for the form of confession; it was sticky with falsehoods, yet how the people of the Keep loved their confessions to a priestess they could not understand. ( It made them feel holy, she knew, but they only came to her in times of fear. Pathetic. ) When she heard footsteps approach, she assumed it was more of the same, and she bit her tongue to stop herself from spitting out cruel words. Now was not the time â not yet. âShall I prepare an offering?âÂ
âIf you think itâll help,â Mina teased and softly shrugged, her lips smiling tauntingly. Confession duties might be one of the most entertaining things this holy life had given to the older gorgon, but she knew Serafina wasnât so fond of it. She strolled closer to her sister and leaned on a pillar, as her fingers delicately opened a small bag with dried fruits.Â
âHaving some fun, I see,â she said, as she ate a date, and her eyes scanned the room. âOn a brighter side, thereâs something more interesting for us to do.âÂ
âI trust youâve seen the carnage left on the borders of the city. Iâve called upon Hecate to help me find out what on Tartarus is happening,â the woman said, and ate another fruit. âThough Iâd say it does not look good for us. What do you make of all this?â
wxtchblood:
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Darkness had enveloped the woods in a thick blanket of silence. Helena, adored the day at this time. The night meant safety. It meant quiet and calm and concentration. The little witch stood to the edge of the woods, prowling the tree line like a hungry cat and begging to be allowed to venture inside.Â
Helena, however, was not here to learn or study. No. Her journey had been an agreed one.
Helena had received the raven not long ago, a slim parchment piece strapped to its leg with a date, time and location written in slim black ink. Helena had recognised the signature. Even in itâs its intricate loops and swirls.Â
So here she was, months later and feeling stronger this time than the last. Helena stopped in the centre of a small clearing, the trees that reached for the sky enclosed her perfectly. It was a small area to the edge of the woods and the sun that crested the tree line was sweet and summery and red as fire. She could see nothing through the tree trunks and hear even less. Months ago, Helena would have been terrified. She would have been a nervous, stuttering mess. Not now. No
Now, she stood clad in black fur and red wool, her scar unhidden and her hair loose and as unruly as the the gnarled tree roots she stood upon. Helena waited.Â
It was a popular belief among the people of the Lorlands, that the witches were creatures of the night because the moonlight kept them from danger. For Mina, it had always been a myth, until snakes sprouted from her skull and her eyes were able to kill with a mere glance, but only after the sun was gone, at the end of every day. And so she carefully moved among the trees, only carrying her bow and some arrows, as the dim light of the setting sun illuminated the path before her, leading her where the two women had agreed to meet.Â
If they had sent two Gods to the grave, they could do this too.Â
âHelena,â Mina said almost in a whisper, and greeted her with a bow of her head. Something had shifted in the younger witch since the last time they had met. She seemed darker, wiser, stronger, God-like; and the priestess couldnât help but to feel proud. âI trust there was no trouble on your way here.â She gave a small, yet welcoming smile. âAre you ready?â
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thejealoussister:
âI have not heard anything, itâs merely an assumption.â Maeve sighed, hands sliding over the soft fabric of her skirts. âThe only other time I saw someone consumed by such sadness was because of love, I donât doubt itâs the case here as well.â Her expression contorted into a frown at those words, anger slipping out and then controlled.
âLady Elinor Ptolemy.â She replied while reaching for the blue vial, inspecting it curiously. âIâll see that she takes it. I would have brought her here but she⊠well, I havenât told her.â She smiled, secretive and mysterious. âThank you for your time, I wonât bother you any longer, it looks like you werenât expecting visitors today.â
âElinor,â the priestess repeated with surprise and suspicion. She had met her many days before, when the walls of the castle were still standing tall, and she understood where that sadness was coming from. Would it help her if Mina made her remember? Perhaps itâd make her sink even more. Or maybe she was doomed and her sadness had no remedy.Â
âKeep it like that,â the older woman said, still thoughtful. âDonât tell her yet. Weâll do it when the time is right. For the moment, mix a few drops with her drinks or her food before she goes to sleep.âÂ
âI wasnât, but youâre welcome to stay for a drink if you wish.â
iapetxs:
    âAnd yet you shall receive one,â Iapetus replied, lifting the pitcher of wine and pair of goblets he had in tow. It was an odd state of existence they were currently inhabiting, so little they had left to do after the killings and the fires now that they were stuck inside of Westedell.Â
       It was an excellent time for drinking.Â
   âAt least, you will after we get through this pitcher,â he amended, loping over and settling down beside her reclining form. He poured the priestess a cup and held it out, lips quirking. âI hope I am not interrupting your busy schedule, Your Majesty?â
Her expression brightened at the sound of one of few familiar voices she was actually glad to hear. âIâm as busy as Zion was when he was King,â she replied with a smile. âThough at least Iâm not stealing other peopleâs gold. Or wives.â
She sat up straight, watching with a smirk as the crimson liquid filled her cup. âThe only thing I regret about all this,â she explained, lifting the cloche of the plate on the table, âitâs that now itâs a bit harder to find these little sandwiches. Letâs hope these are as good as the ones from the Keep.âÂ
thejealoussister:
Maeve raised an eyebrow, unable to hide her surprise concerning the womanâs posture â werenât priestesses supposed to offer moral guidance? Still part of her was amused and after the initial shock she found herself smiling. âShe isnât quite the type to drown her sorrows in wine, that would have been easy to handle.â She said, taking the seat across from the priestess.
âItâs the lady I attend to, sheâs been terribly sad but doesnât tell me what troubles her. Iâve only ever seen women acting this way when they have a broken heart and no young girl should go through that. All I know is that itâs not a physical illness, healers canât help her, so I assumed itâs a spiritual matter.â
âOh, broken hearts,â she thought out loud and frowned, as if she had been victim of such things as well, and sipped her wine. âSo I take sheâs from high society? Or was, since everything is in hell right now. Have you heard her whispering the name of a young man? Or perhaps a young woman?âÂ
Mina narrowed her eyes and looked at the other, trying to pay full attention. âI have something to help numb her sadness,â she explained, trying not to mumble, and reaching for a small wooden box kept on her table, âbut this should be used only for a couple of days, until we find out whatâs wrong.â The priestess took a blue bottle from it and placed it in front of the young Fury. âWhatâs her name?â Â Â
thaddeusthornton:
   He cracked a smile, possibly the first all day since he was surrounded with idiots. Sniffing, Typhon leaned across the table to peer into the jug. âIs that wine?â He asked, pushing his own mug towards her. âHow about a bit more fun, yes? Try this. Itâs from Stonehollow and will knock you right on your ass if youâre not careful.â
   Typhon sat back in the chair, crossing his ankles but stretching his legs out beneath the table. For effect, he took his own drink. A long, long ⊠long drink. âCertainly,â he nodded, unable to deny that she was right in that respect. âThen again, I never thought Iâd be so bored with no one to hate.â ( he was only half serious. ) âI just wished weâd thought more about sleeping arrangements before letting those wildlings burn the Keep down. I am not made to sleep in tents.â
    His grumbling quietened for a moment, a bit surprised by the shift in her discussion. ( he PREENED, like a proud peacock as his title fell from her lips. ) âMore or less,â he said, though it wasnât quite as convincing as heâd like. âIâd like to see my children, rule my kingdom â but ââ Typhon stopped short, shooting her a sharp look but there wasnât any malice in his eyes. Only curiosity. âAnd you? Queen Lariviere? Ready to return to your temples and your gods?â
She looked at him, eyebrows raised in expectation. Mina held the mug and carefully smelled its content before taking a sip. She closed an eye as the burning liquid made its way to her stomach, and felt how it warmed her cheekbones almost immediately. âMore fun indeed,â she chuckled, and drank some more.Â
âNone of us is. I thought we would be home by now, not stuck in this hellhole,â she replied with a bitter smirk, before joking back. âMaybe we need to find a new pastime.âÂ
Mina listened to the man and wondered what came after that but, yet her poisoned mind immediately forgot about it. âYes,â she easily replied and raised an eyebrow. âBut the thought of its peace doesnât attract me anymore. Perhaps Iâll hand the crown to my younger sister and Iâll... Just do something else. Is your kingdom peaceful? â
haydenbattaglia:
âGood, because I sure ainât one,â Hayden said. He didnât have much to jest about anymore, in large part due to her. He came to a halt just in front of her, put his hands in his pockets. He remained standing. It was petty as fuck and he knew it, but he needed the small advantage that looking down on her gave him. âYouâre looking a little pensive there, Lariviere. Whatâs wrong? You upset there arenât more innocent babes for you to murder?â
Ah, it was a thief indeed. Mina looked at him sideways and giggled, even though his words harmed her more than she was willing to acknowledge. âIt was an accidentâ her own voice yelled at the back of her head. Suddenly, this wasnât as fun as she wished.Â
She opened her left hand and with the fingers of her right, she counted in a child-like manner. âThe wise Astrid, the angry Hypatia, the golden boy - whatâs his name?, your uncle Ha   Holden and...â She stopped at her little finger, jaded blue eyes staring directly at him. âYou. Thereâs still plenty of vermin, so donât test me, boy.âÂ
âOr maybe Iâll wait for you to make one,â she slurred, pouring more wine into the cup. âIf you havenât already.âÂ
thejealoussister:
âDo I look like a jester?â Maeve asked, crossing her arms. She was thankful for the pretty tailored dresses her Lady had bestowed upon her, or her clothes would be laughable indeed. As it was, she didnât appreciate the priestessâ tone, before she even had the chance to say a polite greeting.
âOn second thought, donât answer that, quarreling is not what Iâm here for.â She shook her head, long waves of dark hair sweeping over her shoulders. âI was wondering if the High Priestess could help me. A friend of mine has been very⊠weary and wilting. If there was something we could do to lift her spiritsâŠâ
Mina smiled, and with one eye closed, looked at the other woman and slightly furrowed her brows, focusing on the otherâs confusing words and outfit. Her mind was poisoned and working slow, but she thought her motion to be interesting, and so she smiled and held her cup high. âHave you tried giving her some of this?â She chuckled, and gulped down the rest of her wine.Â
âTake a sit,â she said, sitting straight and letting her goblet finally rest on the table, âand tell me about her. What do you think we could do to help this wilting little flower?âÂ
thaddeusthornton:
   It could be said that Typhon was always meant to be a king. So far, heâd taken to new responsibilities like water, and he was far more productive now than heâd ever been when forced to pay tribute to the Vitellos.Â
   Unfortunately, they were stuck. And there was little he could do on plans and preparations stuck in a damned TENT in Westedell, of all places.Grumbling, and perhaps deep into too many cups, Typhon didnât mean to stumble upon the priestess. Yet, there she was, the stone-maker herself, slurring her words and looking up with as much anticipation a sleepy drunk could.Â
   âI have a fool. I am not the fool. But I can call him, if youâd like,â he offered, half-way turning to bark at one of his attendants if she did want one. Typhon swigged from the bottle of liquor dangling from his fingers before he stormed over to one of her chairs, plopping down in the seat before she could say something else.Â
  He looked to her, to her table, and then back to her. âGood to see someone else having fun. Itâs damned misery everywhere else in this forsaken place.âÂ
She chuckled tiredly and gave an amused look at the man. No fool could be entertaining enough to drag her out of boredom, and no drink was strong enough either. That didnât stop her, however, of filling her cup once again. âThis is the only fun I require,â she joked, briefly lifting her wine.Â
Between heavy blinks, Mina observed Typhon and tried to remember when was the last time she had spoken to him. âAnd yet, this Kingdom has never seen brighter days,â she replied, chuckling again at her own words, âwith no Vitellos to pester it.âÂ
Only for a short moment she had forgotten about the escape of the remains of their lineage, but before it could upset her and ruin her peace, she chose to change the subject. âDo you long to go home, King Typhon?â
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Time had passed while she remained secluded, away from the outside world. Lazily slouching on her chair, the priestess limited herself only to listen to the soft wind playing with the thin fabric of the tent, just as sheâd been doing for the last couple of weeks. It was clear how many of the visitors and the very own citizens of Westedell had vanished into thin air after the battles, the fires and the executions, giving place for peace and silence to finally settle in these unholy lands.Â
Though... Such calmness was suddenly interrupted by steps, not as delicate as the steps of the priestesses looking after Mina in her idleness.Â
A thief, perhaps? An assassin? A child of the Gods, or maybe one of the Gods themselves? Either of them would be annoying if they attempted to take her from her rest. âHm?â Her eyebrows raised in a sort of welcoming gesture, as she opened her eyes and softly slurred a few words. âI havenât asked for a jester, yet.âÂ
holdenvitello:
âI picture another world entirely â a realm of peace and a realm of war, one where kings and peasants alike are equal, a place of balance that is so easily lost in this world.â It felt as if he was speaking of a memory instead of a dream, and he eyed her warily, as if the words were fault of her. He was tired of this life; perhaps, in the next, he could find that balance. âWill you find what you seek when this is finished, Lady Lariviere? For I have plotted and schemed long as well, and I never found the end of it.âÂ
âIâve found most of what Iâve sought, the rest is just a matter of time. Is there an end, though?â she said, after considering him in silence for a moment. âIf there is one, itâs not the turn of your people to see it.âÂ
She pulled a tired and knowing smile when he gave her a look she had seen before in others, as if they blamed her of having cursed them with strange visions of a stranger past, but she was only guilty of knowing the truth behind them, and the answer to her next question. âYou say all men are equal, but is there a king in the Afterlife you see? Is there a queen sitting by his side?â