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Author Topic: a town hungry for the lonely  (Read 161 times)

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a town hungry for the lonely
« on: Nov 29, 17, 11:29:17 PM »
Marie-Odette had not even come in with her, instead taking care of things outside of Dark Haven. She had left her all alone, sitting and waiting for someone to come to her and tell her that it was time for her to be seen by the Healer. Marie-Victorique was trying to be the smallest she could be, legs pressed together and feet tucked behind the foot of the chair. Her hands were clasped in her lapped, fingers interlocked and her eyes did not raise from the floor.

She was tracing patterns in the floor, seeing what she could find in it. It was not unlike when she would watch the clouds overhead, finding fantastical things in them that no one but her could see. Her thoughts were her own and they, at least, were kind to her.

Mostly.

Sometimes she was not entirely kind to herself.

Today she was trying to be because she was sitting in a waiting room within Dark Haven for not one but two check-ups. It had been at her parents insistence as she was getting closer and closer to twenty. Her Virgin Night would need to be seen to soon enough and after that her Offering. Neither of which did she want to have actually occur as the thought of both were terrifying.

Another thing she found she could not confess to anyone.

Marie-Victorique risked a glance upward to see what the time was and then another towards the receptionist that she could just barely make out through what looked to be some kind of frosted glass. She quickly glanced back down, fingers tightening briefly as she did not want to be caught looking as if she was being impatient.

No, she was perfectly behaved and patient. The words were repeated over and over within her mind, a calming mantra, to keep her nerves from getting the best of her. Marie-Victorique did not have to wait that much longer, though she wished Marie-Odette had not left her here so early for the appointments. Just as she was about to finally getting up, to move to a seat where she might not have a visual on the blur of a person behind glass and feel as if the receptionist's eyes were boring into her, the door opened.

"Lady Fortier? The Healer is ready for you. If you'll come with me I'll lead the way."

Marie-Victorique did not trust her voice to not crack or break because of nerves, so instead she simply nodded her head. The look on her face said that she had been easily spooked by the appearance of the Landen woman. She stood up, smoothing out her skirt, and began to follow. They were within the first building, one that she might've appreciated the architecture for if she was not so scared of the place, and where they were heading not too far within. Eventually they came to the exam room, the young Queen let inside and the Landen remaining at the door.

"Have a seat," she was told, "and the Healer will be along shortly." The Landen seemed to study her and that made her want to squirm and hide even as she did not do so. Whatever the woman was looking for she apparently found because she was writing something down in a file (her file) and turning to leave.

It was just another opportunity for her anxiety to rise now that she was alone. Hadn't she just said the Healer was ready? Why weren't they in the- No, no. Patience, Marie-Victorique, patience. Do not give them anything that could say you are not right.

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Re: a town hungry for the lonely
« Reply #1 on: Dec 20, 17, 06:56:46 PM »
Marie-Odile hated the first building of the Dark Haven. It was a sanctuary for the Dark Jeweled who knew how to behave or whose families were willing to shell out the marks to keep them in luxury; it was a safety from the rest of the world. Worst of all, Odile had to pretend that she cared for the comfort and healing of these ones, rather than for the knowledge they could impart upon her through their inelegant suffering. She was excellent at playing pretend, had learned the skill through her parents' neglect and her siblings' helpful instruction. Even so, the days where she worked in the first building were the ones that her patients in the more interesting second building feared.

Still, she was nominally here to put the capstone on her training. That meant that she couldn't simply focus on the things which amused her, the tonics which could drag even a Red down into unconsciousness. She also had to do checkups into the physical health of those Dark-Jeweled who had thus far evaded their rightful collaring. Like Marie-Lucrece, her darling older sister, her father's favored child, who wore the Summersky to Opal but lacked the skills and kindness of Lenore Noir. Not that Odile had ever seen her eldest sister in her ward. No, Lucrece doubted she needed any help. Odile scoffed at the memory. Opal was well within the borderline for instability, and anyone who could be so cruel as Lucrece had been deserved to end up under Odile's tender care.

Her list of patients was waiting for her at the duty station once she entered the upper campus. The first patient was... Odile's confident steps stuttered. Of course Marie-Victorique would someday end up as a patient in the Dark Haven. Even if she made a minimal Descent to the Opal, she was much more dangerous than Lucrece. She was also kinder, and better-intentioned, than Lucrece. None of this was the problem.

The problem was that she didn't want her family to know where she was. She had left a week after her Offering with the full intention of remaining gone. Her parents would crow about her success, how their training her to be a servant for her betters had given her the ability to claim what had been within her the whole time. Her siblings would mock her for her chosen role. They would all demand that she come home, and Marie-Odile had no desire to return to the house in Ghislaine.

But she had a job to do. In this job lay the seeds of a plan. Victorique could destroy everything, or she could be the beginning of Odile's revenge on Lucrece.

Odile knocked on the exam room door and opened it without waiting for an answer. This was her place, her time, and Victorique was imposing. This was what she told herself. "Victorique," she said, not even pretending at surprise. It had blindsided her for a moment, but Odile was in control now, cold as ice. "How have you been."

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Re: a town hungry for the lonely
« Reply #2 on: Dec 21, 17, 02:12:11 AM »
The waiting was the worst part even though it truly wasn't that long. Marie-Victorique's anxieties were spiking but she did her best to keep them from being terribly obvious. Anxiety meant instability but then, to her, just about everything meant that. Instead she thought of her lessons but that lead her thoughts down a path that was almost as bad as anxiety.

She missed Arkadie. Arkadie who would have taken one look at her and known that she was doing everything to simply just not. Arkadie who would tell her that it would be fine. Arkadie who would have never let her get near Dark Haven enough though Victorique was certain that she probably needed to be. The potential for her darkness, for her instability, was too great. (Even if in the back of her mind, deep where she could not consciously think it, she really just wanted to run away from it all.)

When there was a knock upon the door, she looked up startled (and spooked). That look faded away the moment that the door opened and the Healer stepped inside. Her heart started hammering in her chest, anxiety twisting towards some other feeling as she realized who was standing in front of her. She was up on her feet almost instantly, a step taken towards Marie-Odile and a hand reaching out, fingers outstretched.

She caught herself as her fingers were beginning to shake and instead stood still letting her hand drop. It had all been because she wanted to hug her upon sight. "Odile, it's you!" she exclaimed in a whisper. "I can't believe you're here, that you're ..." Realization dawned suddenly, as if she realized that Odile was most certainly not a resident here but the Healer she was meant to see. "You're a Healer!"

It was a surprise and she was caught off guard, cheeks flushed red from the excitement of this discovery. "Oh," she needed to answer the question, didn't she?, "I'm ... doing okay. Momma and Papa are just worried about me." Except it was not truly the proper worry of a parent about their child. "That's why I am here." Victorique wasn't sure if she should sit back down or continue to stand but as she was already up she continued to be so.

"To see you - or, well, the Healer here which is you." A pause, her gaze falling to the floor as she still wanted to reach out for the older sister she all but worshipped. "I've missed you, Odile." The words came out in a near rush, Victorique truly glad to see her sister again.

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Re: a town hungry for the lonely
« Reply #3 on: Jan 12, 18, 04:45:27 AM »
Marie-Victorique had always been a funny little dove. Odile remembered the tiny Queen following her about, echoing Odile's work, performing the same chores. It had never been endearing, because Victorique wasn't trained to do the work like Odile had been. For Victorique, it was a little quirk, a funny habit she had that made their parents laugh. They didn't care that having a child follow Odile about simply made her work harder. It all took longer, and then she was told off for Marie-Victorique's Queenly hands being roughened with lye. Her own hands had been raw and chafed for much of her teenage years, but it only mattered when precious Victorique was in pain.

A corner of Odile's mouth twitched. She didn't extend a hand out to Victorique, even when her sister reached out. Even as she kept both hands on her clipboard, she knew this was a tactical error in the making. It would be so much easier to convince Victorique that she had her best interests in mind if only she was kind, but that had never been her way with Victorique. Odile had tried to look after her, but that was the end of her demonstrated affections. There simply hadn't been time.

But there was a sweetness about Victorique now that there hadn't been when Odile had run away. Ten years separated Victorique and Odile, even before accounting for their relative Jewel strengths and their Castes; ten years ago, Victorique had been a chore, an annoying hanger-on. In any other case, Odile might have been pleased to get to know her.

Instead, she uncapped her fountain pen. "They're worried about your virgin night," she read off the sheet, "and of any mounting instability... You've apparently had a friend who was a bad influence upon you." A Blood Opal Black Widow Queen was no fit friend for someone dancing on the edge of instability; the Black Widow caste was notorious for adding to the shuddering of the Abyss that turned the Dark Jeweled insane. "I'm sure Mother and Papa are very worried about it. Insofar as it would be dishonorable for you to end up contained here." She scowled at her sheet and finally took a seat. "We'll discuss that when we get there..."

Odile twirled her pen between her fingers, gently, so as not to splatter ink.

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Re: a town hungry for the lonely
« Reply #4 on: Jan 15, 18, 12:48:48 AM »
Not getting a hug or Marie-Odile coming closer was both expected and not. She had always been something distant and shiny in her mind, an aspiration. That which she wanted to become but never could because of so many reasons. Often she had wondered how it was that Odile had put up with her as a small child but she had thought that of anyone who dealt with her.

At least Odile had not looked upon her poorly (in her own mind) and it was merely with the exasperation of dealing with a younger sibling. Had she been hugged that might have made her feel as if things were different. Something markedly unusual but nothing was the norm and so she continued on as she always did.

Worried and anxious, eyes falling to the clipboard and then the spinning pen. Victorique could barely meet Odile's gaze, face heating at the mention of Arkadie. "Arkadie- Lady Graveworthy just-" She was hesitant to speak, not sure what to say. Arkadie made her feel better about herself. Helped her not feel like she was a wrong thing. Except now she was gone and she was alone and Evette was lovely but she was not Arkadie.

"She just was nice to me," said Victorique, settling on that. "She's gone now, back to her home Territory of Dena Nehele." There was no way for her to hide panic that set in at the mere thought of her ending up in Dark Haven. She at least, did not miss the way that Odile said dishonorable. At least, she thought there was something to the inflection. Like she did not ... approve of them? Hopefully? Maybe? It was not enough to reassure her.

"What do you ... What do I need to do for this check-up?" Her hands had gone still, Victorique glancing at Odile through her lashes and heavy bangs. The next words came out as a whisper. "I don't know what to do about my Virgin Night."

Due to the fact she did not want it.

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Re: a town hungry for the lonely
« Reply #5 on: Jan 25, 18, 08:21:58 PM »
Odile sighed. She well understood the draw of someone who was just nice to a lonely girl, and it was all too easy to imagine Victorique being lonely. A Purple Dusk was not a Summer-sky. It was much more dangerous, and a practical guarantee of instability. There was always a chance for a safe descent to the Opal, but even that could lead to awful places. A Navy Captain with the Purple Dusk Birthright and an Opal Descent had gone mad and killed herself not too many years ago; the Dark Haven was theoretically here to prevent such tragedy. "A lot of people are nice, but not all of them are good for you. Like alcohol, or painkilling brews. They'll hurt you if you're not careful, Victorique, and no one would know until it was too late."

She started taking her notes: name, age, Caste, Jewel strength. Reason for visit. Victorique hadn't been to the Haven before--there was no file--so Odile chivvied her up and over to a scale and a ruler, took down those numbers, and then settled her sister down. "You'll have to have it," said Odile, not unkindly. She was blunt, but not cruel, and detached, but she was always that anyway. "It doesn't mean anything beyond confirming you in your power. Mother Night was cruel when she tied Jewels to the hymen; it's so easy to break it on accident when you're young..." She sighed and set her clipboard aside, framed Marie-Victorique's familiar, round face in her hands.

With her eyes closed, she could almost pretend that Victorique was anyone else.

"There's nothing wrong with you physically," said Odile, dropping her hands once the scan was done. "Nothing that should prevent the Virgin Night from going ahead as normal." She tapped a finger on the side of her face as she thought. "What makes you anxious about it?"

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Re: a town hungry for the lonely
« Reply #6 on: Jan 27, 18, 02:31:27 AM »
"I know," whispered Victorique, eyes downcast. It was just a need to feel normal and Arkadie provided that. Arkadie who did not look at her like she was dangerous or crazy and cared about her and made her feel good and-

She had to push those thoughts away because Odile was right and she had to be careful (she did not want to be!!!) about who she interacted with and how they could influence her. It was a very valid concern but ...

Her thoughts had distracted her, Odile's words only distantly heard and settling into her mind once she felt those hands on her face. Marie-Victorique's face heated, eyes downcast once more and not looking at her sister at all, even as she was scanned and checked out. She did not want to think about jewels at all or about the hymen or about her Virgin Night or-

With her breathing picking up pace, her heart starting to race, she clutched her hands together before she forcibly put them at her side. The floor was still where her gaze was, once again looking for interesting patterns there as a way to calm herself. "I don't want to be dark jeweled and ..." she let out a breath, took in another. "I know it's waiting for me if I have my Virgin Night. It would also ... have to be a dark jewel to perform it and I don't trust anyone and-"

Marie-Victorique went quiet, glancing back up at Marie-Odile.

"I'm scared." Of the Abyss, of the jewel that could be waiting for her, of everything it nearly seemed. Marie-Victorique did not want to face the dark, to have her Offering, only to discover that the Sapphire was waiting for her. It would be the worst fate, placing her as a darkly jeweled Queen within Chaillot.