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Author Topic: Waiting In The Wings  (Read 77 times)

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Offline Rohan Vritra

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Waiting In The Wings
« on: Dec 06, 17, 12:14:11 AM »
The sun was at the horizon, splashing everything in wild color.  Not that the color translated to the drawing he was making - he was doing it in soft charcoal.  But the drawing did allow him to catch the changes in light, to lay everything in shades of gray and get the courtyard 'just right'.

Padmalaya had a Queen and her Warlord Prince brother.  Glacian refugees, or so the whispers from some of the long time servants suggested to a trusted ear.  That was good.  He'd be furious to find that Glacians had moved in to keep his dear friend under their thumb - and when he'd learned that wasnt' the case he'd been more than happy to see to their little addition to the Estate.  The Frisks, from what he'd heard, had no complaints about their new home's adequacy.  Or its beauty.

If they did?  Well, they hadn't voiced it where others could hear.  He'd even widened one hall, and extended it out to their palacial abode.  Their court, after all, would need to be located near the Queen.  It was only proper.

He had made it here, in the Courtyard.  His eyes turned, studying the wall in question.  The land had been suitable for an addition of the sort he had in mind.. and it had been easily leveled to ensure a smooth match.  Even after everything had settled, it was still very level.  Well within acceptable parameters, as he had known it would be.  He'd made sure to strengthen the foundation with stone.

He took pride in how he'd fit the Frisk abode into the Estate without making it seem foreign.  He wasn't going to muck that up by just plopping a wide extension down to connect the buildings.  The building was important, but so too was the dressing around it.  That's why the landscaping had been so important.  Still, he felt it was missing something...

"Ivy, perhaps... "  he frowned, tapping his charcoal stained fingers against his head while he studied the 'blank' space that the addition had created in the landscaping.  Yes, Ivy, and some thin trees from the border to the forest...

That would give the 'aged' appearance he was looking for.  It would also ensure that the courtyard still maintained that peaceful sense that he'd come to rely on whenever he was here.  Padmalaya would still be a blessed and divine beauty upon Nharkava's surface.  A beacon of solace and peace.  Even if Devesh didn't approve of the changes he had just dreamt up, he would still draw them in... because it gave his hands something to do during this bout of off-time.

He didn't have a job to do, at the moment, other than to simply exist and try to find a bit of peace.  The first few days back always were the hardest... the first few days were always the ones that his personal Demon whispered the most into his skull. 

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Re: Waiting In The Wings
« Reply #1 on: Dec 06, 17, 02:42:32 PM »
Dinner rested heavily in her belly as was the case  so often when she opted to dine with the kitchen staff. It seemed food would just magically pile back onto her plate whenever she took a sip of water or turned to greet anyone new. This was especially true of today, having missed a break of fast entirely after sleeping in. Once a week she was sure to pass by, perhaps steal an extra sweet cake or two for Jakob to deliver to him the next morning. Only once a week, and if Lady Silje took notice she said nothing of it, Prince Sixten on the other hand had caught them once or twice during the exchange but had uttered no protest to their little secret. In fact it seemed to be well kept, enough that a bribe might be extended his way at Jakob’s discretion from time to time.

A little over two weeks had passed, it wasn't necessarily easy, though the Frisks had spent the better part of two years in Nharkava there were a few topics of subtle nuance that she covered. These were usually steeped in cultural tradition, she tried to find a way to find common ground, especially for Silje who had some trouble adjusting. It was about more than making her feel welcome, it was about making her believe that the choices that were made were correct.

She was on her way back from the heart of the estate, taking a leisurely pace to enjoy the shifting of light that painted such lovely shadows through open doorways and windows. A flash of pink and blue, the creeping veil of darkness giving way to starlight. The colors in were so vivid, but never more so as the day prepared to slumber. The halls guided her steps past one courtyard, then another each exhaling in its own way, the trees stilling, the sound of water trickling in the background of each perfect sensory image.

Drawing her hand back through the mane of her dark hair, she shook the tresses loose from her scalp, letting them fall against her back in a wild tumble. Today she had opted for a pair of tight blue sateen leggings and a lovely ivory tunic that slipped easily off one rounded shoulder. Silver buttons raced up the front of the thin fabric. This was one of her favorite shirts, soft, pliable, and breathable, it could stand up to even the most humid of nights. Having recently changed rooms she was still learning the path back to the Frisk’s wing. Sometimes it was nice to get lost and she tried to find herself adrift among the many rooms and temple grounds.

Nearing the tall building she slipped out from beneath a narrow alcove, her hair tossing over a shoulder as she took note of a frog splashing in the shallow pond after bugs. This was a familiar import as Devesh would put it. Smirking she turned noticing a figure settled in her usual spot on a cushioned seat in the far end of the courtyard, not that she would have need of it at the moment. Honeyed eyes lingered on him as she moved to pass, not recognizing his face from any she had encountered thus far. Olive skinned and fair he focused on a sketch in a very recognizable manner. “Good evening.”  She paused, if the man looked up with a dismissive hello she would leave him to his own devices. Creative inspiration could be hard to wrangle and distraction paid it little favors, but he seemed to be staring oddly enough at the eastern wall of the Frisk’s home, the same shared by her room. “I see I am not the only one who gets lost in a sketch.”  Her lips tugged into a polite smile.

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Re: Waiting In The Wings
« Reply #2 on: Dec 08, 17, 12:36:17 AM »
There was a lovely voice saying something not far from him, but it took him a moment to register that the lovely voice was speaking to HIM.  It had him blinking, looking up from his drawing and blinking furiously to rewet his eyes.  The discomfort helped him remind himself that he was real, and that he lived, and...

And that a lovely female was speaking to him.  Smiling, he reached up to rub his fingers through his hair and incline his head.  A Purple Dusk Witch... the scent was sweet.  He always did think of that sweet juice drink his grandmother could make when he met those with the Purple Dusk.

She looked... sweet.  As if her demeanor must match her scent, at least in part.  Silly thing to assume, really, and he knew it.  But it made him smile to imagine, just for a moment, that she really was as sweet as he thought she must be.

He stood and bowed his head, clasping the drawing to his side.  "Lady.  I hope my presence did not disturb you."  Females were the most precious, most treasured, and most honored creatures in all the realms.  He had believed that before Lakshmi, and he still believed it now.  Perhaps even more so.

"I was simply trying to plot out how I would finish the landscaping in front of hte wall."  He tilted his chin towards the eastern wall, brows furrowing a moment.  "It still looks too... new.  The flow just isn't where i want it yet."

He adjusted the sash at his hips, his Blood Opal gleaming from the tan depths of the material.  Not many wore their Jewels like he did, but he found that he didn't like to wear many rings.  His red was currently seated in a band on his bicep, and he reached for her left hand with that charming smile he had perfected over the years.  Provided she gave it to him, he would raise her slender hand to his lips, brushing a soft kiss over her knuckles before slowly lowering that limb back into her control.

"Rohan Vritra, at your service.  I don't believe I've met you before... you must be new to Padmalaya?"

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Re: Waiting In The Wings
« Reply #3 on: Dec 09, 17, 08:26:59 PM »
The man took a moment to collect himself from wherever his thoughts had taken him. It must have been far and deep into his work because as he blinked his eyes did not fully focus right away as though waking from a dream. A pang of sheepish guilt struck her then as she had been sitting just where he was many a time, lost in her drawings when someone happened by. Normally it took her a second or two to take notice of a new presence, as had been the case weeks ago with the Devi. Watching him now she could be amused at herself. Was that what she looked like? If so she would have to try and be more aware of her surroundings.

His demeanor was pleasant, though he studied her for a second before standing, the drawing book falling against his hip and for some reason apologized for his existence in this public space. Of course she understood where it came from as daylight faded she too had grown curious of an unfamiliar face staring so intently at the Frisk home. Just as his Craft reached out to touch her did the first threads of her own lightly extend skirting the surface of his being. The stranger was powerful, a Warlord, with the Tang of Blood Opal and the fire of Red. His scent reminding her of orange blossom, subtle and fragrant.

“You have not, no worries.” Jaya offered politely, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her shoulder she considered him from their respectful distance. Her eyes lingered on him momentarily even as she turned her chin toward the wall he indicated. It was difficult to tell that an extension was made to the original structure, the builders had been thorough in seeing to it, but she had heard the staff speak of how luxurious the Frisk home was and how it now housed more than initially intended.  Jaya had not thought to take notice of the smaller shrubs that lined the wall concealing any divisions between older and newer, and even now as he mentioned it she could only assume he was correct.

“You work landscape?” She asked turning back to find him standing a bit closer. Amber eyes ran over him briefly taking note of the peculiar way he wore the Blood Opal, a free and proud display if it. Taking her hand the olive skinned man smiled dashingly, lips whispering against her knuckles before setting it down again.

“I am. My name is Jaya Laghari, I work with Lady and Prince Frisk. A pleasure Lord Vritra.” Bowing her head genially she glanced back at the wall once more before turning her attention back to him. “Usually it's I who sits out here sketching, just never in the fading light. I was beginning to think I was the only one. Then again I've only been here a handful of weeks.” Her left shoulder leapt with a soft chuckle. “If I may be so bold, creeping vines tend to give a structure a scene of age and permanence. I've seen some lovely ones on the west side of the house that have laid claim to an entire wall, a living one. “  Waving a hand toward his sketch book she looked back into his gaze. “Please, I hope I am not interrupting you. I know how fickle inspiration can be.”

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Re: Waiting In The Wings
« Reply #4 on: Dec 13, 17, 09:45:48 AM »
"Such interruptions are more than welcome.  I've been known to lose myself in work before."  He gave her a bright smile, disguising the truth behind humor.  Oh yes, he was certainly known for intentionally burying himself in projects.. especially when Darkness fell and the damned voice in his skull whispered.

It wasn't real.  He knew that.  It was just the despair of his loss.  He'd had it seen to, had a Widow enter his mind and check to ensure his stability.  He had some cracks, to be sure.. but nothing to be 'too concerned' about, provided he was willing to obey.

He hadn't been, at first.  Still, between his sister and his grandmother, there had been little choice but to try.  As much as it ached, it was helping.  He didnt wake up with nightmares every night, and he wasn't quite as willing to throw himself off a cliff these days. 

The darkness of those thoughts remained concealed, however, behind teh charming smile.  "Lady Laghari, it is a pleasure to meet you.  No, I am not a landscaper, per se."  He carefully motioned his hand towards the building.  "I am an Architect, and I take pride in my work.  Your thoughts seem to draw similar to mine... I believe an ivy across the wall would disguise the newness of the wing, and allow Padmalaya to continue to seem as untouched by time as ever."

He chuckled, allowing his eyes to turn towards the flash of light on the horizon as the sun sank further.  "Is there anywhere I could escort you this evening, Lady Laghari?  It seems I've lost my light."  He chuckled, shaking his head at his own loss of time.  "How are the Frisk twins doing these days?  I met them, briefly, a while back.  As you can likely tell, I haven't been around much recently.  Work has kept me away too long."

And that made him curious as to why Devesh had requested him.  What other project was his friend desiring?  It was likely to be interesting, at the least.  Adding the wing and the Frisk estate had been challenging, especially with both he and Devesh wanting to ensure Padmalaya remained... well, Padmalaya.  They'd managed it, and it had been exhilarating work.  He doubted his old friend would request him for something boring.

Especially when he knew how much Rohan needed the distraction of challenge. 

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Re: Waiting In The Wings
« Reply #5 on: Dec 13, 17, 01:27:29 PM »

Bowing her head she could only smile knowingly at the resemblance of their responses when encountering such interruptions. Welcoming a distraction was not only polite but well scripted between artists who were all too accustomed with their creativity transporting them off to distant places.  Jaya was guilty of paying too little attention to her environment when lost within her artistic inspirations and even more so about concealing them from potentially  judgmental eyes.  As such she didn't inquire about the drawing pad clasped against his thigh, taking his word in face value that he was merely lost, exploring his imagination.

Truth was if she really did not wish to be interrupted there was always the option of seeking solitude, or admiring her view from the inside of the home. Sometimes pictures just manifested in her mind, often linked to fond memories, or interactions that in retrospect became just that. It was easier to flatter the image of someone from afar when reflecting back on the circumstance.  That was her time to think, a piece of her time carefully carved out with great care.

Canting her head graciously to one side she smiled softly at him, the warmth of his own greeting radiating like sunlight fading into dusk.  Craft rolled out like delicate, probing tendrils, keeping her appraised of the emotions of those around her. No sooner did they skirt the edges of his emotions, than she pulled back before violation could be found. It was subtle enough to go unnoticed, like a casual whisper of the breeze kissing his cheeks.

Looking back to the wall for the second time she nodded once, chin tucking delicately toward her collar as he corrected her assumption.  The talk of landscaping had led her to such a conclusion but an architect was a bit more impressive, if not inspired.  Jaya knew little of structures and load bearing walls, she could only imagine the beauty of the finished piece. Ivy crept up the exposed stucco in her mind’s eye, amorously clinging to the structure as it did, relying on its strength for protection. Without its support, those woody climbers would wither and die, their purpose was to rise above the ground to new heights without that they would tangle choking themselves of light  the vines so desperately needed.

“Pardon my assumption. I think that would be a beautiful idea. Have you built onto much of Padmalaya Lord Vritra?”  She asked, interested. Most of the estate looked original, though she had heard somewhere that the Frisk’s wing was built to accommodate  Lady Silje Frisk and her brothers. It was a way to keep them close, secure but allow the Warlord Prince and his Queen the privacy they required, a space of their own.  Inside, the home was elegantly decorated, though she had an idea that had more to do with Silje’s tastes as it touched upon Glacian and Nharkavan influence.  Personally, Jaya leaned more toward the open windows shadowed in trellis allowing the home to breathe in the world around them while  colorful furnishing, thick welcoming pillows and uniquely personal accents added both function and beauty. Home was about the little messes,  a sock on the ground, drawings taped to walls like priceless art, the scent of spice and all those little suggestions of being lived in.

Rohan’s query drew her attention back and she smiled graciously. “The Frisks fair well are quite resilient.” She offered cordially albeit with little detail. “Escort me?”  A playful smirk touched upon her lips. “Im not in a rush to get anywhere in particular, but if you would like to go within to finish your work I would be pleased to join you for a bit.” This was actually the first she had learned of the architect so his history with the Master of the home was still a mystery to her.  “Have you known Prince Devesh long?” She asked turning on her heels so her feet never left the slate beneath her feet. Once he gathered his things she would walk alongside him, allowing him to guide her within and select a room of his choosing.   Calling upon her Craft a small glowing light of white and silver Witchfire danced in the air before them twisting whimsically as if content of its very existence.

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Re: Waiting In The Wings
« Reply #6 on: Dec 13, 17, 10:59:04 PM »
"Much? No.  Just the wing and the Frisk Estate."  He smiled, inclining his head towards her again.  "Still, it was one of my favorite pieces to work on.  Please, by all means, accompany me.  I enjoy company in the evenings."  Preferred it, actually.  It was so much easier to drive back the despair when another was nearby. 

So much easier to try to find something worth SEEING than losing himself in the memories of what he'd lost.  It also helped that Jaya Laghari had a.. soothing air about her.  Even her Craft seemed designed to put the heart at ease.  The delicate dancing of her witch fire was almost mesmerizing.

"I have known Prince Acharya since we were children.  I have always considered him a dear friend, though our paths when we were young diverged quite widely."  He smiled, vanishing hte notebook and sliding his free hand through his hair.  "I have always known he would be extraordinary, even with the challenges in his path.  Perhaps because of them."

"What of you, Lady Laghari?  Have you known our Prince long?"  He couldn't imagine so... then again, a few years ago he'd never have imagined that Devesh would have quite so many children on the way.  He found himself painfully envious and yet extraordinarly happy for his old friend gaining such blessings.  The emotions were capped by a stone of fear, as well.  To have so much that could be lost..

He'd made an effort to ensure that those on the Estate knew they had his Red for protection, as well as the protection of Devesh Acharya.  He visited the Matrikas and played small games with them.  he made them laugh, and allowed them to tell him their dreams for their young.

He never let them know how much it stung to hear of their hopes.  It was a good sting.  He hoped, one day, to be able to hold some of those children and tell them stories.  Perhaps, with enough time, the sting would lessen enough to allow him to finally see past his own pain. 

"I can't imagine you have.  Surely the Prince would have given me some clue that he knew of such a charming Lady."

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Re: Waiting In The Wings
« Reply #7 on: Dec 14, 17, 01:58:27 PM »
“Ah.” She nodded as there wasn't much she could add to that. The manor built for the Frisks was well designed, as far as she saw it, with lovely archways, and an open floor plan, spacious rooms. It was far superior to the tiny thatch roofed home her mother and sister were forced to reside in, especially considering the splendor of the homes that came before it.  The extension that followed was also quite lovely with a spade shaped entry, a small foyer and a large window just opposite of the wall he had been found examining.  As an added benefit and much to her delight the quarters included roof access, which she had yet to utilize. That feature alone is what cemented her decision to take it rather than a slightly larger room next door.  “Well, considering I reside in the manor then I commend you on your work. I also know who to complain to if the roof caves in.” Smirking her brows lifted in jest.  Rohan held a gloom about him hidden behind the charming smile and kohl lined eyes. Being ever aware of the emotions of others was a daunting function to serve, made even more difficult by the Darker Jeweled. Which is what made the subtle execution of her Craft so vital.

The tiny ball of Witchfire danced, spinning and extending itself as though using its joy to burn itself out, her very Craft engaging with her mood which at this point was light and inquisitive.  These little tricks had once provided endless entertainment for her little sister who would snatch at the air at the tiny balls of white fire no doubt in hopes of shoving a fistful of it into her mouth. Luckily Jaya was sure to let her know that such things were not for consumption.

“We are often molded into who we are by the hardships we encounter, and how we deal with them. Prince Devesh is most kind and equally intense. It is an interesting dichotomy and to have known him as a child, I can't imagine. It is heartwarming to see such a friendship withstand the test of time.” Though she would like to, a young carefree Devesh seemed to contradict what she knew about the man. Pinpointing the moment the first roots of his devotion took hold would be fascinating to hear about, perhaps she would even ask him.

“I have not, In fact it has only been a few weeks, save for a few dinners and some brief interactions since he has been quite busy as I have been with my tasks with the Frisks.” Jaya could only guess how much effort it took to run a temple, services and even a house and the staff in tow. Then there was also the three pregnant women under his care and support, but much of that was provided by Kiara. Still, with only so many hours in the day she could see how it would feel so short.

The near constant flow of discerning Craft picked up on the weight of despair. Lord Vritra was close enough to be absorbed in her mantle though she did nothing to pull on his emotional chords and correct the negative emotions. Fear, while not tangible translated into a constantly shifting, tacky   coil of emotion that corrupted all others around it. It did not hold the heat of anger, or the bright airiness of joy. Fear was viscous and encompassing, once it took hold it very rarely relented. For the life of her she could not imagine what conjured up such an emotion, yet with it came hope and sadness, such strange contradictions.

“I think the Prince knows many a charming young lady.What would be one more?”  Jaya smiled, canting her head playfully at his flirtatious attempt as they strode through the outer hall and finally turned to enter a spacious sitting room filled with warm light. A small pit of warm coals smoldered in a nearby hearth, two tall, large windows let the space breathe while benches lined with colorful violet and magenta cushions awaited guests.  More pillows and ottomans scattered across the room, on one was a board game of some sort. Avoiding the fireplace, Jaya moved to the opposite window and looked out into a smaller courtyard before turning and taking her seat. It had taken her some time to consider how to inquire about his state without making the Warlord feel as though some intrusion had been committed. “Do you fare well? Pardon such a heavy question from a stranger, but I'm sensitive to such things, you seem uneasy though you've been nothing but pleasant.”

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Re: Waiting In The Wings
« Reply #8 on: Dec 14, 17, 02:14:35 PM »

He was enjoying the walk.  Jaya's presence was.. sweet, and light.  Even her joke about the roof caving in had his lips twitching a bit in amusement.  "It would take quite the shaking of the earth indeed to loosen your roof, Lady Laghari.  Though one has to wonder if it could be accomplished with enough vigorous effort." 

Sure, the statement was a tad bold - but it was meant to amuse.  It wasn't that he didn't find Lady Laghari attractive - he did, in fact, find her quite lovely.  But there was no hint of lust rising in his scent as he said it.  It was merely there to make her smile.

We are often molded into who we are by the hardships we encounter...

The statement made his pace shift, a light stutter in the confident walk before he continued.  She was right.  The statement was so similar to Lakshmi's way of thinking that it was enough to make his chest feel tight.  Lakshmi had always been full of small wisdoms and anecdotes.  Always so willign to give of her time and her Self that he thought her a saint.

Surely she had become one with the Darkness.  Surely there were no further incarnations for her to endure. He prayed, often, that it was so.  Lakshmi, more than nearly any other, deserved peace.

"Prince Acharya does seem to know an awfully large amount of charming young women... it makes being his friend a most pleasant experience."  He risked a glance at her, settling into a seat opposite her.  The room was comfortable, so there was that, at least.  Neither was it too personal.  A nice, safe place to get to know a newcomer to the Estate, and a nice neutral way to ensure his depth and his moods did not frighten her.

Ironic, then, that she seemed to pick up on those very moods. 

I'm sensitive to such things...

He gave her a polite smile, setting the pads of his fingers together.  For a few moments, he remained still. Silent.  As if he might not answer the question.  Truthfully, he was weighing whether he should weigh her spirit down or not.  In the end, he settled for a ... compromise.

"I am often uneasy, Lady Laghari.  We all have our sorrows."  He raised his eyes, smiling towards her.  "They often drive us more than our joys, sometimes.  I shall do my best to shield my emotions, if they make you uncomfortable.  I sometimes forget that others pick up on them these days."

He'd gotten much better at forcing the despair down in the company of others.  Had he forgotten this evening?  It was possible.  He'd been working, not focused so much on being good company.  Still, he was here at Padmalaya.  He would have to remember to do better.

 

 

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