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Author Topic: Unlaced & Dangerous: Laid to Rest  (Read 130 times)

Description: attn: Court & Family || The Funeral of Brighe Devlin.

Offline Loreniel Killan

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Unlaced & Dangerous: Laid to Rest
« on: May 29, 17, 11:10:22 AM »
The High Priestess of Scelt, Bonnie Macleod, stood over the grave. Nearly the entire graveyard was teaming with members of the Court, members of Clan Devlin, and all those whose life Brighe Devlin had touched. It came to no surprise that the number of lives was a large enough group to fill the large ancient graveyard. The Guards, and Escorts, were all on edge as every slight shift in the group caught their attention.

The sadness and the collective anxiety had the entire group on edge. It had taken a few days in Tuathal for Loreniel to gather all the necessary clues from Brighe’s body before she’d been released to the care of Lady Macleod and a small contingent of Devlin guards to see her returned to Kilvary.

The Black Widow who had taken control of Brighe’s mind had proven to be extremely clever. It had taken the collective work of Loreniel, Caoilainn, and Coira to find the single piece of evidence buried deep. Their close examination of Brighe over the course of several days was the only reason they had managed to acquire the proof and evidence against her attacker.

Etain Sheane. Her scent lingered on the traces of Sapphire power that seemed to have melded a cunning and cruel web to Brighe’s mind.

The truth had devastated the Court and it was Loreniel’s surprising voice of reason that had kept the Devlins from seeking further revenge from the Sheanes. Something was off about the circumstances behind Brighe’s attack but there was no denying the evidence that they had uncovered. It was Kean, her Steward, who had pointed out that it had taken the 3 Widows days to find it, all of whom were talented and powerful. It was not a piece of evidence that was intended to be found and therefore could be trusted, logically.

The wooden box bore the remains of her childhood and adult best friend. It was powerfully overwhelming for the Queen and she took a hold of Brogan’s hand. He hadn’t left her side since he’d returned from the Court of Tramore after hearing the news of Brighe’s death. The solace she found in his touch, embrace and bed were astonishing. His presence was something she was grateful for. The news of the Sheane’s involvement in Brighe’s death had further strained her relationship with Eamonn Sheane, but he hovered nearby offering quiet support.

Bonnie motioned Loreniel forward to speak a few words and Brogan carefully escorted her to the side of Brighe’s grave. Her throat seemed to seize shut as she stared at the freshly turned ground in abject horror. “You can do this, Loreniel. They need you to be strong.” Brogan whispered, not bothering with craft communication.

It took another moment before Loreniel had a tight leash on her emotions.

“Brighe Devlin was a cherish friend, a beloved sister, a devoted member of our Court. She was many things to different people, seeming to know exactly what we would need and when. I may be the soul of this Court but Brighe was always the heart.” Loreniel swallowed, though her mouth was dry and fond strength in Brogan’s presence to carry her forward. “I prefer to remember Brighe as she was in live – bright, vivacious, always with a smile, her caring heart, and the love she selflessly showed to each and every one of us.”

Several of the Devlins stepped forth next to share their own feelings, but Brogan remained at her side, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb in soothing circles. Loreniel was a strong woman but the numerous deaths she’d had to survive in her Court had finally broken her. Aidan had been horrific but Brighe had been nothing but pleasant. How in the Realm could she had made an enemy? But Brighe hadn’t made the enemy. No, it was Loreniel who was responsible and Brighe who paid the price. No amount of reassurance from Brogan or any of the Devlins could ease her guilty conscience.

























Offline Aine Devlin

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Re: Unlaced & Dangerous: Laid to Rest
« Reply #1 on: Jun 25, 17, 12:11:36 AM »
Aine leaned against Maeve heavily, feeling the older woman’s hand on her shoulder in sympathy and comfort.  The two had become friends in grief since the news of Brigid’s death and Aine had begun to feel like the Court Healer was a new sister, perhaps sent by the Darkness to help her deal with the loss of her other sister.
 
The day had been gloomy, a fitting setting for the feeling that had settled into her very bones ever since she had received the news.  Even on the sunniest of days, there was a shadow cast over her.   She looked around at the gathered assembly, all the familiar faces of the Devlins clan (and the notable absence of Brighe had her looking away from her siblings and staring down at her feet incessantly).  She was a bit surprised to see her brother Brennan among the somber and downtrodden faces.  She hadn’t seen him since he was married and went off with his Sheane bride.  Aine hadn’t really known his wife, but she hadn’t disliked her and when the trouble; and she would leave it at that benign word, went down with the Sheane Queen and Lore, she had worried for Brennan.  She had heard of the death of his wife but hadn’t had a chance to offer him her own condolences.
 
She knew as a ward of Lore’s court that she should be all “Sheanes are evil, except Eammon because he’s Lore’s” but she couldn’t do it.  Her sister in law had been a Sheane and so she had felt sad for her brother’s loss.  She thought perhaps in all this sorrow, he could be someone she could talk to.  Especially about some of the darker feelings that had been creeping up in her mind.
 
She didn’t listen to what Lore had been saying, her thoughts swept up in her feelings of loss and sadness but she recognized the voice of her siblings as one by one they stepped up to offer their own words and thoughts about their fallen sister.  Aine had thought about speaking, but when the moment came, she couldn’t trust her voice to stay strong and steady.  So she stood silently and listened to the warm words and kind memories of her sweet sister, the one among her siblings who had been closest to her, and would forever leave her bereft of her warmth.

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Re: Unlaced & Dangerous: Laid to Rest
« Reply #2 on: Jun 25, 17, 12:12:18 AM »
Maeve hadn’t been prepared for the waves of sorrow that flooded the gravesite.  It seems like a strange thing, death was a sad occasion, but the sadness was compounded by so many other flavors: anger, confusion, and the need for answers and for vengance.  She had been privy to the news that they had finally determined a connection with Brighe’s strange behavior and outright attack against Lore to a Sheane Black Widow.
 
Like so many who had been close to Brighe, Maeve had been devistated at the news that not only had Brighe been killed, but the manner and nature of her death at the hands of one of their own had been its own sort of shock.  Maeve imagined that if she hadn’t felt the need to be a source of comfort and strength for the young Aine, she too might have allowed herself the chance to mourn properly.  As it was, her grief was a hard ball of lead in the pit of her stomach that hadn’t allowed her to eat more than a few nibbles of bread and take a few sips of water.  She felt tired, and weak, and knew her face was looking gaunt and thinner from the strain of her jewels on her body.
 
Perhaps after the funeral, after Aine was surrounded by her family and could turn to their support and comfort that she might retire to her rooms and give herself the tears and sleep that she had long since been needing.  She looked up at Lore, who seemed equally unbalanced in her grief and smiled slightly to see Brogan at her side.  It did her friend and Queen good to have the strength of her males at her back through this difficult time, though Maeve did envy her that. 
 
More than ever, she had desperately wanted someone to wrap their arms around her, pull her into a close and warm embrace and allow her a few moments to let her guard down and be the protected instead of the protector.  She gently squeezed Aine’s shoulder as she listened to Lore sharing her thoughts of Brighe and let her mind drift into a fazed fog of memories.

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Re: Unlaced & Dangerous: Laid to Rest
« Reply #3 on: Jul 29, 17, 12:17:53 AM »
Perhaps they should have expected him.

Brennan arrived at the service quietly and without drawing attention to himself. In all honesty, he hated the the woman speaking. He hated Brogan, bastard that he was. He hated most of his adopted siblings, the “strays” as he called them in his mind, where no one else could hear him. The entire scene before him was sickening, the mourning of a life lost before it got properly started and all of that lovely shit that people said at funerals, but didn’t really mean. If Brighe was so damned lovely, then perhaps Loreniel and her people would have found a way to help her, rather than slaughter her outright.

But defending the Queen of Scelt meant using lethal force without any thought for the consequence.

That’s why they would lose, in the end. They only knew how to do things the hard way, only knew one way to solve their problems.

Brennan resisted the urge to smirk, his expression remaining somber as he adjusted the lapels of his black suit.

Well, Brighe, it only took dying to make you useful. Everyone’s got a purpose, though.

Brennan’s eyes scanned the crowd, looking about for the rest of his family. He saw Aine’s fiery mane up near the front, with...was that Maeve? If it was, her ass had only gotten better with time. Brennan noted a few other people, not the least of which were Brogan and his Queen up at the front. Lorenial Killian had turned his family into lapdogs for her agenda, supporters of her thirst for power. The Devlin name used to mean something other than being the Killian’s lapdogs.

Maybe, when he was done, it would stand for something again.

A couple of people noticed him, just then, but he paid them no mind. No one had forgotten his refusal to serve Loreniel or his issues with Brogan. They would know he was here soon enough. There was time to leave now, if he wanted.

No. He would not leave. He would not give them the satisifaction of driving him away again. He wouldn’t run away from them again.

Never again.

Offline Aine Devlin

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Re: Unlaced & Dangerous: Laid to Rest
« Reply #4 on: Aug 06, 17, 09:41:31 PM »
Someone else went up to deliver their thoughts about Brighe, but Aine was feeling too overwhelmed to sit through another saccharine rhetoric about how loved her sister was, how darling, how much she had loved Lore and how skilled and talented she was.  It seemed like the same speeches with small adjustments and she was starting to even let resentment creep into her, urging her to shout at them all.  None of them knew Brighe, not the way she did, not the way their family did and if she had been so loved, why did none of them stop her attack?  Why did nobody notice her acting strangely because she must have been acting strangely?   Aine’s fingers clenched into the folds of her dark gown and she turned her head towards Maeve.

“Can we go?  It’s too much.”  She wouldn’t tell the Healer what was more overwhelming at the moment, but she figured no one would have too much qualms about the least of the Devlins being escorted by the Court Healer away from a funeral.  She had been ignored most of the time by all of them, casteless and jeweless.  Why should they start showing concern for her now.

Maeve nodded and gently led her off to the side of the gathered crowd with the intention of slipping past everyone.  Aine stopped her as they neared Brennan.  He had a look,a  look that echoed the feeling in her chest, a look that held grief but something else.  “We should stand with Brennan,” she said softly, “I just don’t want to be up at the front with everyone’s eyes on my back.”   Maeve gave her a gentle smile.

“Don’t worry Aine, I understand,” she encouraged, “and this is a time you should be with family.  Your brother needs you as much as you need him in this time.”  Aine nodded and they moved over towards Brennan.    She hadn’t seen him in so long, it wasn’t until they grew closer that she saw how time had changed him.  His face was strained somehow, and he had grown out a beard that suited his features and made him look a little older, a little more something.   Aine stepped up and gave him a shy smile. 

“Hello Brennan,” she whispered, before she felt her resolve faltering and her eyes stung.  She blinked quickly and tried not to cringe at the waver in her voice.  “Am I too old for a hug?”   She felt foolishly childish, but it had been many years and before he had married, when he was still close by, she had relished the warmth of his arms in the few and meaningful hugs he had given her.  He wasn’t free with affection so it made them all the more precious and in that moment, she could really use the gesture.

Offline Brennan Devlin

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Re: Unlaced & Dangerous: Laid to Rest
« Reply #5 on: Aug 06, 17, 10:35:35 PM »
Brennan saw Aine coming closer. She’d be near enough to speak to him soon. Of all the strays his father had taken in, of all his supposed family, he disliked Aine least. She was a pretty girl with a kind heart and she’d always been kind to him. Often times, he pitied her status as a Ward of Loreniel’s Court. Could she see how corrupting the woman was? Could she see how terrible Loreniel truly was? The Queen of Scelt ordered the deaths of an entire clan and no one spoke up. No one.

Am I too old for a hug?

Brennan stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Aine, catching her up in a powerful hug. He held on as long as he needed, knowing that she’d been close to Brighe. Personally, Brennan didn’t give two shits that Brighe was dead. Aine did, though. Voicing his opinion of the deceased wouldn’t help anything and would create more issues than it solved.

Never.” he said, answering her question.

I’m so sorry, Aine. I only just got back and I just heard about all of this. If I’d known, I...I’d have come to see you the day it happened.” Brennan said. Not a lie, but not the full truth, either.

Brennan offered a nod and a tight smile to Maeve, his eyes lingering on the Healer maybe a second longer than was proper. Let her see that, even now, he found her attractive. She’d not think of it until later, most likely, but it would catch her interest. Maybe she’d at least be willing to speak to him after Aine felt good enough to face the others. Then he could learn the real mood of the Court before he spoke to the Steward about talking to Loreniel.

How...how did this happen?” Brennan asked, infusing his voice with just the right mix of confusion and pain. He released his little sister and stepped back, looking into her eyes. His eyes were damp with unspent tears. The beard truly did add a few years to him, making him seem older than his thirty years. Under this light, it was also easy to see hints of Brennan’s Glacian heritage in the color of his eyes and set of his jaw. Part of him thought, sometimes, that staying in Glacia was the better idea. He could have carved out a real life there, maybe with a beautiful woman in his bed.

He would never have been happy, but he would have been safe.

No one will talk to me, and I understand that, but she was my sister. I…” he said, sighing.

I just want to come back to my family.

Offline Aine Devlin

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Re: Unlaced & Dangerous: Laid to Rest
« Reply #6 on: Aug 06, 17, 11:10:18 PM »
Aine curled up against him, breathing in his strong scent and felt herself cave, tears sliding down her cheeks as she burrowed her face against him.   She felt small and young, and Brennan was holding off the darkness of reality for a few moments.  She sniffled and rubbed her face before looking back up at him, ashamed at the red-splotchy features she knew always came up when she cried.

“It’s okay,” she mumbled, wiping at her cheeks, “When they told me, I wasn’t really wanting to see anyone.  Kinda had a bit of a breakdown.  Lady Doyle found me in the gardens and has been a true comfort.”  She turned her head and gave Maeve a smile before looking back to her brother.

“I...I’m still not sure, not completely.  The whole Court has been like a hive of buzzing bees, about the attack, about the Queen’s condition and when she seemed to be okay, about what happened and why.  No one in the family has come to talk to me about it, so I don’t know what anyone knows.  What I do know is that Brighe...well she attacked the Queen in the middle of a court gathering.  Threw a poisoned dagger at her with Craft.  No one seems to know why - everyone who was there says it was sudden but I don’t believe it, I can’t believe it.  Brighe was so sweet and she loved Lore like a sister.  She would never have done anything to hurt her, to hurt anyone and certainly not with poison.  She didn’t know anything about poisons.   It just happened so fast and then…” Aine let her voice drop off, casting a guilty look at Maeve before whispering, “and then she was gone.”  She hugged Brennan again, her arms tight around his waist.  “I missed you so much.  I’m just so sorry it has to be because of this.   I know everyone has missed you and we need each other now, more than ever.”

Aine cleared her throat and motioned to Maeve, “Brennan, you remember Lady Doyle right?  She took over as Court Healer after her mother, but I don’t remember if that was before you left to be married or after.” 

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Re: Unlaced & Dangerous: Laid to Rest
« Reply #7 on: Aug 06, 17, 11:10:42 PM »
Maeve watched the reunion with bittersweet sorrow in her heart.  Brighe would have been so happy to see her brother at court and it was so awful that it only occured under such sad circumstances.   She stood off to the side quietly, staying away from family moments.  She still hadn’t been able to talk to Riordan, hadn’t been able to give her brother comfort in what she knew must have been a difficult time.  Not that he would have regretted acting in the interest and safety of his Queen, but that it had happened to someone he knew and had trusted.

Maeve saw Brennan give her a quick look before nodding and offering her a tight smile, one she returned with a sympathetic glance.   To lose a loved one, a sibling was so terribly difficult.  She remembered Ciaran coming into her healing room, broken and bloody and on the brink of death and the fear of losing him.  If she had, her heart would have broken from the grief.  She saw Brennan looking at her, a few moments longer than she would have expected and nervously brushed a hand across her cheeks.  She had cried a little, had her makeup run?  Was that why he was looking at her?  She blushed and looked away, running a finger along the underside of her eye and checking for smudges.

“Prince,” she said when Aine motioned her over, giving him a proper bow.  “My condolences to you and your family.”  She knew about his wife as well, but she also was aware of the circumstances and the rift between him and his family over his choice of bride, the reason he had been away so long.  “I’m glad you have come.  In times of sorrow, family is a healing balm better than any I can create.”   She placed a hand gently on Aine’s shoulder.

“Shall I leave you with your brother then?”  She looked up at Brennan.  “I don’t wish to be rude and depart but,” she sighed heavily, “the weight of the last several days is catching up to me I fear and I need to rest.”   She smiled gently at Aine,”[/b] My door is always open to you my dear, if you need it.”[/b]  She looked up at Brennan with a soft sad smile, “and of course to you as well Prince.  Please feel free to come by the healing rooms if you need anything.”   She squeezed Aine’s hand gently before walking away from the gathered assembly and back towards her suite of rooms.   She had barely made it through the door and to her bed when sorrow and exhaustion swept over her and she fell into bed with just enough energy to pull a blanket up over her before falling into dreamless sleep.

 

 

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