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Author Topic: An ill-timed visit  (Read 187 times)

Description: Sitges District, Calderon family estate // Tag: Mari

Offline Marisol Calderon

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An ill-timed visit
« on: Mar 31, 17, 11:27:52 AM »
Marisol was not in the habit of announcing herself when she visited home. Her presence was sporadic and often brief, and she found it easier to remain unencumbered when she didn't have to worry about anyone planning anything around her time there. It wasn't that she didn't love her family - for the most part, she did. But the older Marisol got, the less room she had in her heart for the tender mercies that might've helped her to go so far as to enjoy her mother's company. It was easy for her to find the appeal in visiting with Clarissa and the others, but the more time she spent with her mother the more pronounced and visible the Queen's flaws became in the Priestess' eyes.

The house was busy tonight. Despite the long spans of time she spent away from the place in the course of her work, she'd lived in the estate for long enough to intuitively understand its currents and atmosphere. She didn't know what sort of dinner or party was being hosted, but she knew the staff was bustling and that Clarissa was not in her room or any of the spots she usually lingered when left to her own devices. Marisol was not in the mood for a public appearance, and she might have refreshed her supplies and left again entirely unannounced, except that when she passed through the wing where her mother's quarters were located, she sensed the Queen's presence there. That seemed a strange thing to her, considering the fact that some sort of event was being hosted. It was curiosity more than concern that made Marisol stop, but she made her way into the forward rooms and listened for just a beat before speaking.

"Mother?" she called, rather than invading the Queen's innermost chamber.


Offline Mari Calderon

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Re: An ill-timed visit
« Reply #1 on: Mar 31, 17, 12:06:54 PM »
She really needed to stop being so Darkness-damned accommodating.

The seafood played havoc with her belly. She’d left the dinner and allowed everyone some time to talk amongst themselves without giving away the churning in her gut. But once she was out of sight, Mari had Romerio escort her to her rooms and then leave her be, asking him to return to the party and keep an eye upon Clarissa and Lorenzo. She knew that Vicente, Nicanor, Armando, and Pedro would all do the same as well, but she did not want present her First Escort with any image of her that wasn’t the commanding and powerful Queen of the District.

Retching her innards into the toilet did not present that image.

Mari vomited up dinner until there was nothing left to puke, but body resisted her mind’s logic. She spent at twenty minutes in all relieving herself of the seafood and vowed that she’d not partake the next time she had a guest, no matter who it was. Mother Night herself would never get her to eat another bite of seafood in this life, not even if her life depended upon it. Mari sat beside the toilet for a long moment and replayed the day’s events in her mind. Corazon Chavez was every inch the Queen that Lady Desideria described. Lorenzo clearly cherished the woman. She was charismatic and strong. She’d eventually have a court to call her own, even if Lorenzo didn’t attempt to bargain himself or his service in the process. She’d make a wonderful new Queen over Salamanca District, if Teoda had any sense to her. But Mari counted little on Teoda to do what was necessary, merely to do what she felt was right, no matter how foolish it was.

Mother?

Mari’s spine stiffened as the sound of Marisol’s voice raced across her skin.

The elder (by two and a half minutes) of her daughters was home earlier than she expected. Of course, Mari had expected Marisol to arrive earlier or later than she’d advised; like Lorenzo, Marisol did not enjoy home and stayed away from Sitges as much as possible. Unlike Lorenzo, it was more difficult to track Marisol’s movements , her comings and goings, despite having a number of people involved. Mari was aware that such things were not wholly Marisol’s doing, but it stung nonetheless that her daughter did not enjoy home. She could ruminate later, though, on the various ways she’d failed each of her children.

The Queen of Sitges District needed to be present to meet the representative from the Nuncio Delegation.

Mari tried to, and was able, for now, to ignore how easily her mind classified that relationship over the older and (allegedly) stronger tie between a mother and her daughter.

She called upon her craft to restore her dress to pristine order and quickly downed a draught of one of the numerous stomach-settling potions that Clarissa made for her regularly. Her stomach calmed immediately and Mari felt somewhat human once more. She chewed a bit of mint, also provided by Clarissa, and then exited the bathroom. She left the innermost suit of her rooms to enter the reception chamber, which was richly appointed with suede couches colored in gold, a small coffee table, and a mini-bar stocked with a number of drinks.

Mari called upon her Craft once more to obliterate any trace of weakness or vulnerability from her mien. Mari’s relationship with her own daughter had suffered on account of the numerous secrets that she kept, many that her own children still did not know. Luis would have handled her better, Mari knew, and probably even found a way to make peace between the two women. But Mari was not Luis. She’d taught her children ambition, drive, and to take what they wanted from life.

Of course, it was Mother Night’s sense of propriety that allowed the daughter she saw least to be the one who absorbed that lesson.

Marisol.” Mari said, letting her daughter’s name roll warmly from her tongue as stepped into view. She fought down the urge to cross over and hug her, the way she often wanted to do for Clarissa. Clarissa enjoyed that feeling, the comfort of her mother, despite Mari’s desire to keep up appearances. Marisol had only enjoyed that until she turned seven. Beyond that, Mari could not remember the last time she hugged her Red Jeweled daughter.

You’re home earlier than I expected. It’s good to see you.” Mari said, offering her a gentle smile. Mari entered the room in full, crimson dress clinging to her figure. She strode forward and reached out to her daughter, wondering if the other woman would take it amiss. Protocol dictated that Mari make the attempt, even if Marisol did not.

Clarissa was overjoyed to hear that you’d be home for a bit, as was Vicente.” she said.

Shall we sit?” Mari asked, gesturing to the couch nearby.

Offline Marisol Calderon

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Re: An ill-timed visit
« Reply #2 on: Apr 04, 17, 09:15:44 AM »
There was a subtle wash of Craft and then Mari emerged from her private chambers. Marisol thought little of it; she assumed they were cosmetic spells and was a firm believer that it was no one's business what Craft a woman used in such ways. She did take a half-second to evaluate the Queen's dress when it came into view, but she found it lovely and dismissed it from notice afterwards. For all the flaws she could name where her mother was concerned, Marisol had never doubted the Queen's sense of style.

Mari said her name, and Marisol smiled in response. She took the Queen's hands when offered and leaned in to press her mother's cheeks with a feigned kiss to each.

"Thank you. You're looking well," she replied, to Mari's courtesies. Anyone watching from the outside would find nothing amiss, even though both women were likely equally aware of how shallow such niceties ran. It wasn't that Marisol was repulsed by her mother; on the contrary, she could easily admit that there was much about Marisol Calderon to respect. It just so happened that the woman's sins solidly outweighed her merits in Marisol's eyes, and so that respect only went so far.

But that was no reason to be uncivilized. Marisol's life was far less complicated than it otherwise would be because she extended at least the minimal effort required to maintain a workable relationship with her mother. Sometimes, that included these little pauses that she didn't really have time for. So when Marisol invited her to sit, Marisol nodded and did so. She arranged herself with all the proper grace befitting her station, and rested her laced fingers atop her topmost knee.

"I can sit for a few moments, but I've not been to Alava yet. I'll need to report in tonight, at least briefly. If I'd known there was an event of some sort tonight I would have waited until the morning to come. I don't want to keep you from your guests."


Offline Mari Calderon

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Re: An ill-timed visit
« Reply #3 on: Apr 05, 17, 08:50:40 AM »
Marisol was always on the go, always working, always feeding her ambition. Mari respected and admired that in her daughter. Marisol’s drive mirrored her own, and it was here that she felt closest to her daughter. They might not share the particular warmth that she had with Clarissa or Xiomara, but Mari loved being around driven and passionate people. It fed her own drive and motivated her when she might otherwise rest upon her laurels and coast her way through life.

Well, I’m glad you came home, if even for a bit. Your grandfather asked about you the other day. Have your travels treated you well, at least?” Mari asked. She’d remain silent and let the Nuncio woman respond. She studied Marisol’s posture and expression, looking for anything to give away the real reason for Marisol’s visit. Mari had set Mari upon the path to becoming a Nuncio, but Marisol had devoted her life to achieving that power. She loved Alava more than she loved Vigo; Mari was certain of it. On one hand, Mari didn’t blame her. With Luis’s death and Lorenzo’s banishment, the young girls had been forced to rely on each other while Mari grieved. In the beginning, Mari’s own grief kept her from acknowledging the pain her girls were in.

By the time Mari rallied to remedy that, only one of her daughters still needed her.

Compounded with the way that Marisol learned of her father, it had driven a wedge between the women that wouldn’t be healed in this century or the next, if it ever was.

Will you return to Vigo in the near future? Or have you been assigned outside the Dhemlan once more?” Mari asked, keeping her voice even.

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Re: An ill-timed visit
« Reply #4 on: Apr 09, 17, 11:02:28 AM »
"Yes, of course," she said, nodding when Mari asked if her travels had treated her well. "It's been a busy quarter, but I've never minded a brisk pace. I will make sure I see grandfather before I'm off again. I'd hoped to see Clarissa as well, but didn't see her in her rooms. Is she here?" Marisol knew that she was, of course. Even if they'd not been bound as twins and sisters, Clarissa's was a unique presence among the others of the household. Marisol didn't have to spend the energy to use her Craft and sweep to know that the Healer was nearby; she'd tuned that awareness decades ago. Yet phrasing it as a question left open another opportunity for Mari to divulge what sort of gathering was being hosted at the estate as they spoke, as the Queen had either ignored or overlooked the last polite hint.

The Priestess' posture and bearing was as polished and business-like as it ever was. She seemed fully present in the moment, but Mari knew her well enough to know that wasn't always the case, regardless of appearances. Marisol's mind often worked a few moves ahead, and no matter how sincerely she may appear to be focused on listening to her mother's response, it was just as likely that her mind had already turned towards the other things she needed to accomplish before setting out again.

"I won't know until I return to Alava and report in," she reminded the Queen, when Mari asked whether she'd remain in Vigo. "If I had to guess I'd say I'll be here for a couple of weeks at the least; there are some matters requiring resolution that may benefit from my remaining in Dhemlan for a bit. What happens after that is, of course, dependent upon the needs of the Cáthedra." Or her needs, as for some time now she'd enjoyed a relationship with the Archnuncio that nearly allowed her to choose her own assignments. That wasn't something she advertised, however, and she felt no particular compulsion to share her future plans with the woman before her.


Offline Mari Calderon

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Re: An ill-timed visit
« Reply #5 on: Apr 11, 17, 11:02:54 PM »
Mari nodded to Marisol’s comment of making time for her grandfather. The old man loved his grandchildren and was not shy about letting his only daughter know it. He’d been on her for a century to bring Lorenzo home and heal their family, causing Mari to use soothing words to pacify him. He’d get a kick out of seeing Marisol, leaving Mari to address the other matters of her District away from her daughter’s gaze.

Yes, Clarissa’s home. I’m hosting a dinner this evening for a visiting Queen by the name of Corazon Chavez, of the Salamanca Chavez family.” Mari said.

The Landen believe that Lady Corazon has pioneered a form of Craft that will help them along the coasts. I invited her so that I could hear her out.

As it so happens, your brother has sworn himself to her service. Right now, he’s in the garden with Clarissa.
” Mari said, her tone remaining conversational though she was well aware that Marisol wouldn’t mishear her. If anything, Mari figured that news of Lorenzo’s return would certainly drive Marisol to remain in Alava, far from home until the hurricane embodied within her older brother passed on. Mari still mistrusted Lorenzo’s motives, but he unnerved everyone he met so Mari felt justified in her paranoia.

Dinner was eventful to say the least. Lorenzo says that he’s here to make amends for the past; beyond that, we'll see how he fits in. Clarissa and Xiomara both believe in him. So I’m allowing him to stay and prove himself for the time being.” Mari said.



Offline Marisol Calderon

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Re: An ill-timed visit
« Reply #6 on: May 03, 17, 09:58:11 AM »
"Chavez," Marisol repeated softly, while her eyes narrowed in thought. "I think there are some Chavez men serving as Sentinels. But I thought the rest of their lot were academics. What's their Queen doing consorting with the Landen?" she asked, though it was only rhetoric and not a question she sincerely expected her mother to answer. In any case, the topic was swiftly pushed aside by Mari's next comment, which was so bizarre to Marisol that the normally unflappable Priestess was struck dumb for a beat.

"My br--" she started to repeat, but she stopped, and shot to her feet. "He's here?" she demanded, bewildered. But before Mari had a chance to so much as nod her head, that bewilderment shifted to visible ire. "And you left her alone with him?! Are you out of your mind?!" She didn't stop to hear the rest of the Queen's commentary; she turned at once and began a hurried pace towards the garden. She reached out to Clarissa on a psychic thread, her normally cool psychic tone now tainted by the heart-pounding adrenaline that was pouring through her at the thought of being confronted with Lorenzo again after all this time. Fear chilled her, but the one person in the world she valued enough to risk sharing a room with Lorenzo for was currently stuck at his side.

*Cissy, I'm here,* she told Clarissa in a private thread, using the name that she rarely ever used aloud, these days. It sounded juvenile and weak to her, but when it was just the two of them, as in a psychic thread, the emotional attachment to the name won out over practicality. *I just heard that he's back. Are you alright? I'm coming.*

Despite the quickness with which she moved through the property, she didn't actually think Lorenzo was in the process of brutalizing her sister. No, she would've sensed that sort of fear and pain and trauma before now, she was confident. But that didn't mean Clarissa couldn't be scared out of her mind. And really, even her being the least bit uncomfortable was highly unacceptable in Marisol's mind. She didn't have soft spots for many people in this world, but Clarissa Calderon would never have to wonder whether her sister loved her or not.


Offline Mari Calderon

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Re: An ill-timed visit
« Reply #7 on: May 07, 17, 10:50:57 AM »
Mari’s eyes narrowed when Marisol’s tone changed. She did not appreciate her daughter’s words, though she understood that they came from a place of worry. In truth, Mari herself worried over what Clarissa and Lorenzo might be discussing during their walk in the garden. She worried that Lorenzo would happen upon Luis’s grave and have something to say about it, but for now, she focused on Marisol’s reaction to knowing that Lorenzo was here. Mari found it curious and noted her reaction for later study, but spoke only a single word in response.

Marisol.

The iron whip-crack of a Queen issued in single word as Mari tried to keep her daughter from doing something that might set off a Warlord Prince. Having so many bound to her, Mari liked to believe that she had an idea of what they were capable of.

I allowed Clarissa the choice of speaking with her brother. She chose to join him. If you charge out there right now, you risk angering him. He’s already in an ill-mood and I’d like my house to remain standing by morning. Not to mention that I’d also like to avoid offending his chosen Queen, Lady Chavez.” Mari said, rising from her seat. She followed Marisol, several paces behind, only too late realizing that her daughter planned to actually confront her brother. Lorenzo had managed to keep a mostly civil tongue in his head thus far, but there was not telling what might happen if Marisol angered him or set him off enough to act.

Blood pride and temper often turned minor slights into massive tragedies, especially when the Dark Jeweled among their number got involved. Having both a Red and a Gray not in her direct control unnerved the Queen, but she did not bother allowing it to show. She simply hiked the skirts of her dress and followed at a steady clip, hoping to talk some sense into one or both of her children before Clarissa was caught in the middle of their egos.

Clarissa did not deserve that.

*Remain civil if you engage him, Marisol. I will not lose you, too.*

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Re: An ill-timed visit
« Reply #8 on: May 21, 17, 07:14:49 PM »
The beloved voice of her sister touched her on that intimate thread that only they shared. Twins; closer than the usual bond for their identical nature. For a moment Clarissa paused in her conversation with Enzo; tuning out his voice for just a moment to focus on that beloved voice so like her own and yet so much richer.

~Welcome home Sol. ~ Her own nickname for her twin. Sol for the sun. Warm and bright; the vibrant half of their pairing. ~ I am fine. He has come to see us and get to know us once more ~ Here she made the choice to deliberately lie. The tone mild and still that soft calm even if she tried to peak it into something of excitement.  Her sister didn't need the hurt that she had experienced; in realizing that her brother had prioritized his cock over his younger sisters. Even in her small way she would try to protect her twin from emotional harm.