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Author Topic: A quiet, charged tension  (Read 57 times)

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Offline Jean-Isidore Lazare

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A quiet, charged tension
« on: Aug 10, 17, 12:15:29 AM »
Jean-Isidore really didn't get why he was still trapped in the Dark Haven. (There were other patients who called it the "Dark Hell," which was appropriate, but didn't make Jean-Isidore feel any better.) It had been a year since his last incident (as they called his justified terrible reactions to people forcing themselves into his head). Coincidentally, a year since they'd attempted to do that, also, but a year without problems was a year without fucking problems.

He'd avoided getting involved in the breakfast clusterfuck a few days previously, and even attempted (attempted) to keep Regarte out of it. Sure, he was an acidic bastard in group sessions, but that was just his fucking personality. If they wanted him to be nice, sweet, and polite, they should've... Okay, so, the staff of Dark Haven had no feasible way they could've prevented Jean from being sold to the salt mines. But the whole thing was symptomatic of the same fucking disease. At some point, Chaillot had gone from justifiable caution around their Dark-Jeweled to unjustified fear. That road led to little kids getting sold as slaves, and that road had consequences just like any other road they could've chosen. One of the reasonable results of a culture of hate and abuse was an acerbic Prince instead of a sweet, biddable one.

It'd been a year since his last violent outburst, seven months since he last snapped at someone for reading his mail, four months since he last broke Protocol, and a month and a half since they'd last sedated him. This was what they expected progress to look like; he'd seen it. When other patients (prisoners) followed this trend, they tended to get released. Yet, Jean-Isidore remained. What more did they want from him? He kept his nails clean, he fastidiously neatened his quarters, he dressed neatly and appropriately. Did they want into his head? Because that was the only damn place he'd ever had any privacy, and the day he let someone in there was the day he fucking died. Witch herself could demand it and Jean-Isidore would deny her.

...Eve, he thought, he might let Eve into his head. If he ever trusted her again.

He looked across the room at Lenore. Extended silences didn't seem to bother her like they'd bothered the other slaves, like they'd bothered the Geiba slavedrivers. It wasn't like the silences he'd shared with Eve over tea and poetry, either. It was just... quiet, a charged tension. He waited for her to speak, and she waited for him to do the same. Jean-Isidore broke first every time, and he broke first today as well: "I don't understand why I'm still here," he said.
Only entrust to me and mine your soul and all your darkness will be loved, and your pain made sacrament.

Offline Lenore Noir

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Re: A quiet, charged tension
« Reply #1 on: Aug 11, 17, 09:12:28 PM »
In sharp contrast to the solid black of several days before, Lenore wore a soft, pure white dress today. She sat, still and quiet, peaceful calm radiating off of her. It wasn't only for her benefit, obviously, the male before her deserved serenity as well. She was content to wait for him to start their conversation, aware that anything that she offered could steer the conversation in a particular direction. There was a reason he was here, and she wanted to know what it was.

"I don't understand why I'm still here."

She leaned forward, templing her fingers before her. "Signs of stability have been increasing in you for some time. It's a reasonable question. Tell me. Do you have any thoughts about breakfast a few days ago?"

He nodded and then replied with what Lenore found to be a remarkably transparent answer. "It wasn't Jean-Baptiste's fault, unfortunately. The new Queen bonded him and immediately started to freak out and that doesn't work well with Princes, it's worse for a Warlord Prince. But Jean-Baptiste DID punch all the orderlies. Not Regarte. She was trying to de-escalate it."

"You are fond of Regarte," she said. It wasn't a question. They both knew the answer. "Do you have any feelings about my actions towards her?"

"It was understandable in the context you had, but in the full context of the situation it was too extreme," said Jean-Isidore.

"I appreciate your directness," she replied. "And so I will offer you the same in regards to why you are still here."

She opened a drawer and pulled out a neatly stacked tower of letters and set them on the near empty desk. They lay there, in the middle of surface, warmly glowing with energy and a psychic scent that she knew Jean-Isidore would recognize. And if he failed that, the flowery script that graced the top envelope was not mistakable for another. It was not a secret that Lenore had treated Evette, nor that they had remained in contact through the years. Eve was one of her most shining examples of the success that could be accomplished with effort and dedication. She didn't expect, however, that the Prince before her quite understood the depth of the friendship that had blossomed between the Opal Jeweled witches who held so much control over his fate. 

"How is your Queen, Jean-Isidore?"


Offline Jean-Isidore Lazare

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Re: A quiet, charged tension
« Reply #2 on: Aug 12, 17, 12:18:43 AM »
Jean-Isidore looked at this letters like they were snakes that might bite him. Venomous snakes. With sharp teeth and faster reflexes, compared to his own, which were dulled by years of irregular use. They didn't exactly encourage the prisoners to remain fighting fit here. His hand was very still as he adjusted his glasses. Very, very still, too still when his hands tended to tremble and ache at times, mostly when his shoulders did, when it was humid or a storm rolled in. Long years swinging a pick, a whip, had taken their toll on the Prince's musculature.

"I wouldn't know," he said, very calmly, though there was strain in his voice. He stayed very still, controlling himself. "Lady Presage has been in Raej these past few months, if memory serves." And he didn't read her letters. Lenore and Jean-Isidore both knew that he did read the letters, that he went to great efforts to conceal the fact that he read the letters, that he touched them as rarely as possible otherwise to prevent the transfer of psychic scents. The fact that Regarte had damaged the letter he'd allowed her to read was still bothering him, like a tooth gone loose in its socket. He didn't have the Craft to repair it, knew better than to ask. Lenore was keeping him here because he wasn't answering the letter. She wouldn't assist him in continuing to be delinquent in his socially-required duties to the Queen he served.

He was far too still, like a statue. He didn't move. He didn't fidget. He sat. "You're keeping me here because I don't like talking to my Queen?" Jean-Isidore's voice steadied once he settled into a groove. He knew how to respond to this. His tactic was set, and he was going to stick with it. "I suppose that means I won't be released except into her custody." He didn't sound bitter about it. His affect was flat. He was trying very, very hard to be there, to not snap. "What if I have no desire to serve in her Court?"
Only entrust to me and mine your soul and all your darkness will be loved, and your pain made sacrament.

Offline Lenore Noir

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Re: A quiet, charged tension
« Reply #3 on: Aug 18, 17, 12:00:44 AM »
"Yes," she replied crisply. "If you wish to simplify it as such, that is exactly what I am doing." Lenore's cool calm flowed off of her, but she did not vanish the letters or put them away. It was too easy for Jean-Isidore to pretend he did not care, or focus on anything else but Evette. Lenore, however, was not going to allow that, not if he were going to ask such questions as why he was still here. He needed to come face to face with his fears if release from the Dark Haven was his true goal and desire.

"Yes," she repeated again. "That is exactly what it means. Who else should I release you to, if not the Queen that the Darkness has bound you to serve?" It was a simple enough question, although Lenore did not doubt that the Prince before her would have a very complicated answer, if he chose to to answer her at all.

She rose when he asked about service in Court, walking around to sit directly in front of him. Close enough to touch if he reached for her, but still a respectful distance. "Let me ask this. If you do not desire to serve in your Queen's Court, what do you desire, Jean-Isidore?" She knew that part of him of course wanted very much to serve Eve, to be close to his Queen. The constant denial that he set before himself only made his life more difficult.

But then, he knew this, too. He was not a stupid man. He had learned exactly what was needed and followed it precisely, but he had missed one key component in his assessment: Eve. He could not be truly balanced or find consistent stability without the grounding that a relationship with his Queen would offer him. It was time he release his resentment and find his way back to her.