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awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« on: Mar 25, 18, 01:46:06 AM »
Senja hadn't been wrong when she said that Felicite should expect - and would likely meet - more resistance upon any future visits after the last one. And boy, oh boy did Fel hate when other people were right. Especially in this instance.

The men at the desk had been practically insufferable with their determination to turn her away for no other reason than because they could and it had taken nearly all the restraint she had to not lose her composure. "You were just here a week ago. Marie-Juliette has informed us you don't need to be here again so soon," they'd told her, both their tones and the looks on their faces entirely too smug. Had she been a violent sort she'd have direly wished to smack the expressions right off of them.

Thankfully, she had more self-preservation than to physically strike out at a member of the Blood or even lose her temper in front of them. If she did that, then they won and that was entirely unacceptable. Fel wasn't entirely sure how she was going to maneuver her way around this blockade, but as she turned on her heel and started to storm out she heard what she thought sounded like 'lunchtime' followed by the shuffling of feet. The Landen ducked around the other side of the doorway and peered casually around while she watched both the men wander off, though assuredly to be relieved by someone else within a matter of moments.

She'd never been the most athletic or graceful, but she had never attempted to dart quite so quickly past the desk in her life when it appeared that whoever was supposed to cover the desk was late. It meant she had a small window of time to make it into the main part of the building without being caught by someone who knew she wasn't supposed to technically be there today. Luck was on her side this afternoon apparently, as she managed to make it through the winding hallways and all the way to Senja's room... only to knock and get no answer, to try the doorknob and find it locked. "Damn it," she hissed.

Of course she wasn't in there right now. Sighing heavily, Fel glanced around and fidgeted a bit, trying to figure out the best place to wait it out until she could try again later. She knew of the art room and some of the other public sun rooms and spaces, so she supposed that was going to be her best bet as she could chat and socialize with some of the other people she'd gotten to know in her years of visiting the Dark Haven.

Before she could turn and be on her way in that direction though, she found herself pausing anew, halfway through moving to turn around as she suddenly realized she wasn't quite as alone in the hallway as she'd initially been.

She didn't need to possess Craft to know the slightly unsettling sensation that accompanied an unfamiliar pair of eyes blatantly lingering on her, as she was well used to it at this point. There was some tension as she slowly turned around to try and see who the person staring was and silently she just hoped it wasn't someone about to kick her out.

Blinking, she didn't quite see anybody at first until she barely caught what looked like someone... peeking around the corner? Well, that's peculiar... Fel glanced this way and that way, trying to see if maybe the dark-haired stranger was looking at or for somebody else, but ... there was literally nobody else around besides her at the moment, so there went that theory. She craned her neck to try and see if the person was wearing jewels openly (signifying an employee of the place) or not, but the other figure was rather well-concealed by the wall she was situated behind, so no dice.

"Uh... hello?" she eventually offered to the woman, cautiously raising a hand to wave slightly and get her attention.

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #1 on: Mar 29, 18, 12:52:58 AM »
This was for her own good, really it was. Except that did not make it any easier for Marie-Victorique to be within Dark Haven. Not when there were so many others who were far, far darker than the Purple Dusk she called her own. Sometimes she scratched at the collar around her neck, a plain thing, but other than that she was perfectly content to wear it and be without her jewel.

She did not even really care when they offered it back to her to use under their guidance. It was not as if it made her any more comfortable. Marie-Victorique would never be comfortable with her own power, with the Darkness that was within herself. She knew what was lurking in her future as certain as she knew that she was not going to be able to see Arkadie again.

Okay, that was not necessarily a certainty

Arkadie might come back but she did not see why she would. Not when her male was returned to her and she was going to be a Queen in the land of her birth. The place that called to both her heart and the blood in her veins. Mostly, however, Marie-Victorique was trying to gauge if she would be able to get outside and to be in the sun without anyone bothering her. She was scared of most of the other people here, though she did not admit as much, and every time she saw a dark jeweled male something recoiled in her.

What if they were the one-

What if she had to-

She would tremble and retreat back to her room and this was exactly the problem.

Marie-Victorique was not really paying attention, not that she ever did, and barely realized the woman ahead was focused on her. When that hand waved and she spoke, the Queen ducked back around the corner to hide. She could get back to her room, she could, but-

Her fingers curled around the corner of the wall, fingers rubbing along the small bumps she felt in it, before she cautiously peeked once more. Okay, no, the woman was still there. Who was she? She did not look like staff, nor did she have a collar on ... Sometimes she wished she were better at sensing things but it simply was not her forte. Instead she waved back, albeit with a great deal of uncertainty.

It was not as if this woman was here to see her. Marie-Victorique barely expected her family to visit her and Marie-Odile did not count because she worked for Dark Haven.

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #2 on: Mar 29, 18, 11:50:05 PM »
If Felicite had looked confused before, the look only intensified further when the other woman ducked back around the corner with surprising quickness after she'd dropped her hand back down to her side. For a few seconds she remained in her bewilderment before assuming that was simply going to be that. Whoever it was clearly had ---

Oh. Okay.

Well, there she was again, slowly peeking back around from the corner and waving back now. Instinct had Fel wanting to start walking forward and approaching the stranger. Curiosity was burning away at her, much like it always did, but it was logic that kept her standing still. Visual cues clearly indicated that the other woman was skittish... scared, even. Which... given the nature of the Dark Haven really wasn't surprising, she mused to herself with a modicum of disdain. It was an incredibly creepy and dreadful place, in her opinion.

But to be scared of her personally? That was just an entirely ridiculous notion, though also indicative of the fact that the mysterious woman wasn't staff. They liked to lord their jewels and their power around whenever they could, surely an orderly wouldn't be frightened of her. Either way, Fel rationalized that opting to just march right over and introduce herself would probably chase the girl off, which she didn't really want, so she stood her ground and offered a small smile.

"Hi..." she repeated softly, holding her hands up in the universal gesture for harmlessness before dropping them back to her sides once again. "I don't work here, I'm just visiting. I didn't mean to startle you. I've never seen you around before. Are you... new?" Given that the Landen had a practically eidetic memory, she'd come to be familiar with just about anyone she'd ever encountered within the Dark Haven's walls, which had been many over the years.

This woman just didn't strike her as someone who'd been stuck in the place for a long time. Whether that was actually a good or bad thing was anyone's interpretation, really. Regardless, she hardly had any intent of wandering off in the other direction now, instead keeping her eyes casually trained on the still mostly-concealed stranger and the slight smile affixed to her features. "I'm Felicite. What's your name?"

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #3 on: Apr 22, 18, 08:06:06 PM »
Marie-Victorique often lamented that she was not so great at sensing things, psychic or otherwise, and this was one of those moments. Perhaps her fear, her instinctive uneasiness, would be eased if that was something she was capable of. Instead she was not and she instead was always caught off guard and often skittish about new people.

Also that waving back was probably the wrong thing to do because she did not really want to talk to someone but then she was lonely and-

Her chest was a vice, anxiety building, as she disappeared back around the corner to press her back to the wall. Her head raised to look up at the ceiling, a few more breaths sucked in past the tightening of airways.

She barely paid attention, almost on autopilot, as she peeked back out and saw the plantitive gesture of the woman's hands. Marie-Victorique's mouth opened but only a squeak of a voice came out, no actual response spoken, and she flushed as well as frowned because of that.

Sometimes she wished she could just speak with her hands and not her voice.

"... new," she managed to get out, voice low and breathy. "I'm new here." There, she got all of it out. Felicite was a pretty name, thought the Queen, and her smile was just as nice. "My name is Marie-Victorique."

Protocol and Etiquette clicked in, Victorique stepping forward and greeting her properly. That lasted all of a moment before she slipped right behind the corner, fingers curled against the wall once more and back to the very picture of skittish young woman.

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #4 on: Apr 23, 18, 02:09:00 AM »
"I'm new here."

That... did very little in the way of making Fel feel even remotely better about the situation. In fact, really it only made her further annoyed and saddened because it meant that the staff of Dark Haven and the assorted citizens of Chaillot were still needlessly going after people for a reason most preposterous, in her mind. How did any of this help anyone in the end?! It didn't, point blank.

Other Territories didn't treat their dark-jeweled Blood this way! She might not have been outside of the island that was her home (yet; but soon!) but she'd devoured more than enough books and correspondences about other places to know their customs and treatment of their people. It was absolutely disdainful and she'd honestly have to convince Senja that they needed to outright just... move somewhere else after she'd rectified this whole situation. That'd be really nice, she figured.

"That's a very nice name. It's lovely to meet you," Fel remarked gently, still unmoving for the sake of being polite and careful. Desperately she wished she had that fancy-schmancy ability to pick up what a person was and what jewels they wore with her mind like the Blood did, but that was neither here nor there and instead the Landen tried to gather what information she could with simply observational skills.

Hands first... okay, there was no visible snake tooth and Marie-Victorique's nails weren't black as far as she could tell, which eliminated Black Widow (thankfully), so that only left... well... the rest of the castes. There was, blessedly, a hint in the way that the other woman stepped out from around the corner and greeted Fel in what she recognized as proper Protocol. Quickly she tried to match the exact gesture up in her head with what she'd learned from both Senja and books, her eyes widening in some surprise when the answer formed. "You're a... are you... a Queen? Right?"

Not that it really mattered for more than her own sense of curiosity, but she just seemed to keep running into them lately. First Juliette, now Victorique. Weren't they supposed to be revered?! How was anyone even allowed to treat them this way?

"Do you... like books? Or gardens? I don't really care for this place much, but they have a wonderful library and the outside areas with the plants are nice this time of year. Spring brings out a lot of the lovely colors. I was going that way right now, actually. Would you like to accompany me? Or..." She paused. Hm... "Or I suppose I'd be escorting you, if that's the proper way of it? Either way, the offer is entirely open!"

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #5 on: May 05, 18, 12:42:47 AM »
Felicite was given a smile, small and unsure, even as a faint red dusted Victorique's cheeks. "Your name is lovely too," she replied, voice small and hands curled still against the wall. She had never bothered to wear anything that would have obviously revealed her Birthright, not wanting - in the slightest - for anyone to know. Some could sense, so very many in fact, but there were those that could not and it made things easier for her.

Until they realized and then unease would kick in and she would get looks and-

Loneliness was a thing that ate at Marie-Victorique.

Her expression shifted, eyes widening as she nodded. "Yes, I mean- yes." Not that she felt particularly Queenly. Not that she would ever rule, not that she was good, not that she was- "I'm not allowed in the garden," she said in a rushed, hushed voice, the flush on her face darkening with shame. Marie-Victorique's fingers tightened and then flexed out to smooth, to stop herself from making her knuckles go white. "Or to garden, really, so I ... stay away," a better explanation but still not quite the truth. "I haven't seen the library yet." Then, in a smaller voice: "I've not been far from my room."

She blinked at the offer of accompanying, as well as the mention of escorting.

"If you ... want to? I don't ... I don't have any males," who would want her as a Queen? "and ..." A hand lifted from the wall and pressed against her heated face. "I'm terrible at this and I don't know what to do with my being here."

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #6 on: May 05, 18, 04:33:47 AM »
Fel looked more than a touch pleased with herself when Marie-Victorique confirmed her tentative guess on the matter of her caste to be correct, and it showed in the manner of which her smile lit up a few fractions before she reeled it back in, realizing she probably looked exceptionally ridiculous and then clearing her throat. "Sorry... My tendency to guess is usually hit or miss depending on the other person, so I get a bit excited when I manage to discern someone's caste correctly. Cons of being a Landen around these parts, I suppose. But I'm sure you already knew that?" Most that she'd met had that innate ability to differentiate between their own kind and not, so she simply figured the young Queen before her was no different.

"What do you mean? Not allowed to garden?" Her eyes narrowed and she blinked a few times before shaking her head. That didn't sound right. Juliette was allowed to (as far as she knew, anyhow), Senja was allowed to... Had something changed? The rules in this place seemed to fluctuate per whatever the staff deemed to fit at any given time and per each person they dealt with, it seemed like. "Did something happen? They let the other Queens I know garden. I mean, I only know two, but it's more than zero and I don't see why they wouldn't let you if they let other ones." It irked her far more than it probably should have.

"Yes, I would love to!" Fel affirmed quickly, head bobbing in additional confirmation. "You don't need males, I'll walk you there myself! It'll probably keep them from kicking me out, if I'm being honest. They get irritable with how often I'm here so they've been trying to prevent it," she admitted with another frown and a roll of her eyes.

At that point (finally), she slowly made her way closer to Victorique and the corner she'd been so adamantly using for cover during this stint of conversation, getting close enough to be considered friendly but still far enough away to not be overly so. She really was unbelievably skittish and it concerned Fel for many reasons. "It's this way," she explained, starting to walk down the hallway in the indicated direction, assuming the Queen would keep stride.

"You're not terrible at this, I think you're doing great." She reassured with a small smile. "It's not the most friendly place here, frankly. So I can't really blame you for not wanting to roam around, but some parts are okay. And there are people who are very nice, other residents here."

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #7 on: May 12, 18, 02:38:10 AM »
"It's okay," replied Marie-Victorique, "to be proud of one's achievements and capabilities. Especially if you're able to discern such." It was probably odd, but worth noting, that a great deal of the Queen's uneasiness faded the moment that Felicite revealed she was Landen. "No," she said in a soft voice once again, though she clearly was relaxing more now, "I didn't. I'm not good at sensing things," the words were a quiet admittance, another failure on her part, "so I did not realize you were Landen."

She had been peeking through her fingers, her face still flushed a heated red, and it fell away as Fel questioned her about gardening. "The other Queens ..." Trailing off, the flush burned brighter and Victorique ducked her head down in clear shame. "If I use my Gift, or if I am not paying attention to such, I pour too much in ... They worry that I will break myself." More so now than ever before because she was so terrified of her own power.

How easy it would be to simply break her Purple Dusk and not at all worry about every having an Offering. The thought had not been so strong when she had been younger but it was growing now that they had convinced her this was where she needed to be until she got over her ridiculous fear. Yet it wasn't ridiculous! They were the ones that insisted that having a future of Sapphire meant she was greatly predisposed to being unstable!

Not realizing it, Marie-Victorique had started to breathe quickly, looking up sharply as Felicite approached and falling back a step in surprise. She caught herself, of course, and tried to smile past the vice around her chest. "Thank you," her voice was breathless, "for showing me." That was all she managed to get out, keeping to the wall and following after Fel as she showed her the way. Her eyes darted everywhere, taking in every detail, and trying to memorize things but mostly it was simply looking out for things that might further spook her.

The flush darkened again as Fel complimented her and she shook her head in disagreement. "I'm not," great at anything, really, "and they really make it clear that I'm messing things up and the other residents are so dark and-" Marie-Victorique's voice had reached a fevered pitch of breathlessness, the Queen coming to a halt and looking desperately as if she wanted to find a corner to hide in and not be seen.

"I'm sorry," she said, voice small and hopelessly lost sounding, "I think I should have stayed in my room."

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #8 on: May 13, 18, 01:19:42 AM »
"Oh!" Felicite blinked a few times, looking a little surprised at the Queen's admission that she didn't possess a knack for all of that fancy psychic sensing that most Blood were capable of. She wasn't sure as she was generally abysmal at discerning such things, but... Marie-Victorique almost seemed a bit more... at ease? At the revelation than Fel was indeed a Landen and not one of her own kind. That had to be a figment of her imagination though and she was probably wrong.

"Well that's fine, we can both just be not good at it. There's no shame in it! And I've survived this long without it, so I'm sure you'll fare just fine, too." That... was very likely not any kind of reassurance in the least as Fel was almost positive she'd only gotten as far as she had in life thanks to sheer, dumb luck and not any possession of survival skills. But her new acquaintance didn't technically need to know that, right? Right.

"I see." Okay, well that made a lot more sense, she supposed. At least they weren't actually forbidding her from doing it against her will. That would've been entirely repugnant, though she wasn't convinced that they were really looking out for Victorique's well-being or sense of happiness with the matter, but who was going to listen to her complaints about it? Nobody present within the building, that was made clear anytime she visited.

Fel had suffered enough bouts of nerves and anxiety in her lifetime to recognize some of the signs of it, so she paused almost instantly upon catching Marie-Victorique freeze up a little bit and nearly jumping back when she got close enough. The Landen remained still for a few moments, waiting until the Queen calmed down again before moving again. "You're very welcome, I'm happy to do it. You don't deserve to just be cooped up in your room or hiding around corners."

That... didn't last very long, as it appeared.

The footsteps next to Felicite ceased again while Victorique spoke and she heard the familiar hitching of breath and sharpening of tone akin to breathlessness, causing her to stop in her tracks and watch the young Queen seem to fall into what was verging on a full-blown panic attack. "Oh, no. No, you're fine! It's fine, I assure you. You can't listen to the people that work here, it's their job to be rude and discouraging, as I've come to learn. The other residents are friendly!" Most of the ones she's encountered, anyhow. "I could introduce you to a couple that I know, they would absolutely love you, I promise!"

"Don't apologize, there's no need! Watch... look... just breathe, don't get upset, it's okay. Here, copy me..." She drifted off long enough to start breathing very slowly and very purposefully. In through her nose and waiting until the count of five, then exhaling slowly through her mouth. The Landen repeated the example a couple times until she figured the Queen understood, then waited for her to mimic it.

"You'll feel better, it'll calm you down. I do it all the time. I won't let anyone bother you while I'm here, I swear it  - cross my heart and all of that. We don't even have to go to the library if you don't want to."

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #9 on: May 14, 18, 09:34:45 PM »
Marie-Victorique was certain that she was not going to fare fine at all, so abysmal her ability at reading people - psychic or otherwise - actually was. It was why she had done so well with Arkadie, when the other Queen had been with her. She had made sure to reinforce to her when she had been right, to uplift, to ... do quite a lot like what Felicite was doing but with more force behind it. The assuredness that came from not only being a Queen but a Black Widow as well.

Despite Fel's reassurances, Victorique still shook her head. "It isn't- it's not-" She gasped, fingers curling and nails digging into her palm without truly meaning to. "It isn't just here but everywhere. Ev- even," the word was pushed out, "my family." There was a look of absolute terror on her face at the thought of being introduced to residents. Each one either Dark or potentially so. She shook her head, words forming no, even as Felicite tried to help her.

Victorique tried, truly, to do what Fel was guiding her to do. It took time, painful seconds that lapsed closer to minutes as her chest constricted as if there were a serpent wound around her, before she was able to suck in a proper breath and hold. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, the Queen sucking in breath after painful breath until eventually it started to hurt less. She sunk to the floor, crouched with her arms around her knees as she lowered her head and continued to try and evenly breathe as Felicite had shown her.

When she spoke again, her voice was still breathy and broken, muffled by her posture. "I just want out of here," she said plaintively, red-rimmed eyes raising to look at Felicite, "but I can't have that." Her face was blotchy and red, not at all the picture that most expected of Queens. No, this was one that was pushed down and put where it was best. "I have to be here because- because-"

Her face was hidden again, a fine tremble going through her body. Unfortunately it appeared that Felicite was the one that found Marie-Victorique as the reality of her situation settled in around her.

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #10 on: May 15, 18, 12:59:51 AM »
This... was not good. This was in fact quite bad and only going from bad to worse, Fel observed. She'd pushed, unintentionally of course, but nonetheless she had been intent on trying to befriend this new, unknown Queen and make her feel less ill-at-ease about her surroundings within Dark Haven and now it seemed she'd only managed the exact opposite.

Great. Lovely.

"Your family too..." she repeated quietly, her internal frustration at the situation only further rising even if she managed to not display an actual outburst about it. How could people just turn their own family members in to this wretched place?! And especially one who appeared - if looking beyond the building, anxious breakdown the Queen seemed to be having - as kind and sweet-natured as Marie-Victorique. And all because of what? Because she wore some darker, blasted rock than other people?

It was all math and exponents - darker jewels just meant a deeper reservoir, according to her own understanding of jewels and Craft. It was a receptacle for energy, nothing more! It. Did Not. Make Someone. Unstable.

Her mouth formed a slight o-shape as her jaw dropped helplessly, watching the younger woman sink to the floor and vaguely attempt to steady her breathing, through even muffled she could somewhat discern how shaky it was. And she couldn't do anything about it. She wasn't Blood and didn't have any Craft she could just wave around to calm Victorique down. Senja... Senja would've known what to do, she always knew what to do and how to deal with people, far better than Felicite could ever aspire to. Even Harmonie for all her aristocracy and prim, proper nature - she was a Healer and she could've fixed this!

But no, neither lover nor friend was even remotely around right now to advise her or help and the scientist's mind was scrambling frantically trying to figure out a solution, though none made its presence known immediately. She was stubborn though, and shortly after she joined the Queen on the floor, cross-legged and gingerly reaching out to place a hand on one of Victorique's arms. "Because they said it's safer, right?" she finished the incomplete thought of the young Queen with a reasonable level of certainty. She'd heard the spiel from Senja a million times, the ridiculous logic and justification the staff tried to ply upon its residents.

"Because you wear a dark jewel, or what could potentially become one? So they're scared of you, and tell you that it's better for you and everyone around you to be in here instead," her tone was sardonic, head shaking a few times in fierce contempt of the words she spoke. "It's rotten and it's untrue, you know. They'll try to convince you otherwise, but there's nothing wrong with you. I know it's scary and I know it's hard right now, but..." But what? It'll get better? That was laughable; they had a poor, crying Queen sitting out in the hallway because they'd terrified her with their brainwashing already.

"But... I'd like to help. Is there anything I can do? Is there... anyone you know outside of this place besides your family? I could find them for you. Get a hold of them."

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« Reply #11 on: May 15, 18, 01:32:14 AM »
Thing fingers were desperately trying to not hold tightly, to not dig into her own body. It was not appropriate, it was not right. Felicite had not left, that much she could tell, because there was no footfalls leading away. No sound that echoed and told her that she was being left because-

Mother Night they could use this outburst against her but what could she do? How was she supposed to stop this? It- It was- It was natural. Anxiety was natural and her fears were not unfounded because of all those things that Felicite had just said. The part about it being untrue, the parts about there being nothing wrong, was something she could not even begin to acknowledge.

If she did then how was it remotely alright that they did what they did? Treated those who were graced with darker jewels as if they were beasts just waiting to snap and attack and-

"They don't say it," her voice was so small, so tiny and insignificant as she wished desperately to be, "but they don't always want me around. We did not want growing up, none of us did, but they had to pay for the school for me, with others like me, and I eat so much more with what is going on and-"

Her fingers finally did tighten, the skin splitting underneath her nails and leaving idents in the shape of them as blood welled up. "They're worried because I don't want my Virgin Night but I have to have it." Another sucked in, unsteady breath. "If I do then that means my Offering is sooner." Her thoughts spiralled further. "Then I'll be even darker and it has to be with a male who wears something darker and why would I want to do something like that? I don't want them to be scared of me, I don't want to be here, I just want to be good and nice and-" There was hiccuping noises as she reached a fevered pitch, her voice becoming nasally sounding.

"Arkadie. There's only Arkadie. She didn't care about my Purple Dusk and told off anyone who said anything to me and she kept me safe." Even from herself, when that was a problem. Her voice cracked, a fresh sob escaping. "I miss her so much."

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #12 on: May 15, 18, 04:11:00 AM »
"I'm sorry," Fel murmured quietly as Marie-Victorique elaborated on the subject of her family. As someone who grew up the definitive oddball and outcast within her family and home village, she could understand that feeling to an extent, though it tended to be more exasperation and disappointment as opposed to, well... being shoved into a dreadful place like Dark Haven.

That... just didn't make any sense to the Landen as she listened further. The reasoning and the justifications contradicted themselves and it was all very circular. They wanted the Queen to have her Virgin Night so she could perform her Offering... only so she could then likely descend to a darker jewel? And then what, allowing them to ostracize and intimidate her even further because of a newfound power? What purpose did that even serve? And moreso with a dark-jeweled Queen who seemed intrinsically terrified of her own dark jewel, not to mention those belonging to other people. She frowned, trying to sort out the logic the way it was presented to her, but honestly it sounded ridiculous and she couldn't make any sense of the entire ordeal. They were setting the poor girl up for further torment, is what it seemed to all boil down to.

The expression only deepened when she caught the faintest flash of red out of the corner of her eye, noticing the Queen's nails digging firmly and sharply into the palms of her hands. "Hey... it's okay, don't do that... you don't want to hurt yourself," she said softly, chin tilting towards Victorique's hands, even going so far as to offer one of her own for the young Queen to take if it'd make her feel better - a feat given how much Fel valued her own personal space when it came to people she hardly knew. "You are good. And you're very nice, I promise you. You've been much, much nicer to me than so many others have. Don't let them convince you that you're not good."

Blinking several times, Fel tried to place just where exactly she'd heard that name before, for it wasn't Chaillotean and it was unusual in its origin. There was assuredly only one - or had been - Arkadie within recent times in the island Territory, but Felicite wasn't quite as savvy and up-to-snuff with Blood politics as other people (for obvious reasons) so while it did ring familiar to her, she couldn't place it for several, long moments.

"Arkadie... Graveworthy? She ruled recently in... Rennes? The city of Anjou? Is that the same one?" Things she only actually knew because Remi informed her and she liked to keep Senja informed about the swirl of politics within the Territory since she didn't have access to the information otherwise.

Though that Queen - Black Widow Queen; why were there so many Black Widows everywhere?! - no longer ruled there, last she'd heard as the newspaper had mentioned another taking over the leadership position some months ago. "Is she still in Chaillot? Do you know where she is now?" What exactly Fel was going to do if she managed to locate this Queen was far beyond her at the moment. 'Oh, your friend is in Dark Haven and she's upset beyond the point of tears and anxiety attacks, can you please come back and try to help?' And that was even if she found her and she believed the Landen.

Though really, she wouldn't have been her if she didn't try and apparently committing herself to dangerous and potentially impossible quests was her modus operandi lately. What was one more hazardous fool's errand, right?

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #13 on: Jun 01, 18, 01:56:23 AM »
Victorique's hand moved quick, like a trap waiting to spring, and clung tightly to Felicite's when it was offered to her. She was so alone and everyone here was upsetting and even Marie-Odile, her beloved older sister, said this was for the best but it still terrified her so much. No words escaped through the constricted vice of her throat, only a nod given as Fel tried to reassure her. It was nice, really, to hear but it was a battle to get her to believe it.

Not when the world around her seemed designed to make her weary of the very dark jewel they insisted she had to descend to. Her fingers were closed tight around Fel's, though it did not hide the tremble that went through her. There was nothing that could hide that or the hiccuping breaths that escaped whenever she tried to answer the other woman.

"Y-y-yes," wheezed out Victorique, wishing desperately - for once - that she had a handkerchief upon her. It completely escaped her that she could still call one forth. She had been stripped of her Purple Dusk but basic craft was not lost to her. It just was not a consideration that she should even use that. "S-sh-she went back home," another unsteady breath, a fresh round of tears falling.

"Her first male," the first one she had ever Bonded, "was a-al-alive and they don't hurt Queens there anymore and-" Victorique seemed to realize she had not said where. "De-Dena Nehele. Arkadie is from there and went back." A fresh round of tears started to fall, Marie-Victorique feeling suddenly as if she were seen like this by Arkadie there would be disappointment. Arkadie told her it was okay to be strong, it was okay to be herself, it was okay-

It was okay.

It was not okay.

Nothing was.

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #14 on: Jun 03, 18, 01:34:58 AM »
Her words to the young Queen had been genuine and in earnest, but even so they didn't seem to be doing a great deal of good and it only made Fel feel exponentially worse about the situation. She could've sat there until she was blue in the face and tried to convince Victorique about any number of things, but the truth of the matter was she was realizing that it just wasn't going to do much good. Stubborn as she could be, there was only a certain extent she'd proceed before logic finally won out and allowed her to simply... sit there, letting the younger woman snag her hand tightly.

The silence filled the space between them for a few moments, Felicite not pressuring the Queen to answer her in any sort of impatient or rushed capacity - not like she was in a hurry anyway, what in the world were they trying to occupy Senja with today, honestly? - and instead simply watching her. Occasionally she'd squeeze Victorique's hand in the attempt to be reassuring, her head angled a bit as she listened expectantly when she did finally manage to speak up once again.

Dena Nehele.

That was practically all Fel needed to hear and her sharp, green eyes widened in recognition. Of all the coincidences, that was absolutely perfect! "Dena Nehele," she repeated quietly, waiting just long enough to see the nod of confirmation and trying to quell her sudden burst of inspiration. "I'm going there soon. I'll be in Dena Nehele on other business - looking for someone else, actually, but that's a long story. I can go find her for you! If she's ruling there I can seek her out and let her know what's wrong. She can probably fix it. Would that be alright? Would that help?"

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #15 on: Jun 17, 18, 01:33:37 AM »
Victorique was, at least, trying to calm herself. Felicite sitting with her, letting the Queen hold her hand, helped. At least she was not letting her nails bite into her flesh anymore, blood welling up. That would have to be explained later, she knew it, but for now she did not think about it. Instead she tried to think of other things.

Like the surge of panic and hope that ran through her as Felicite mentioned she was going to Dena Nehele. That she might see Arkadie and talk to her and-

The Queen froze, body stiffening as she realized - all over again - what she looked like and how she was behaving and what she had become and how disappointed Arkadie would be in her and- "I do not know," she whispered, voice barely audible. Something new constricted her chest, another fear. Arkadie was a bad influence others had said but Victorique could never believe that. Would they say the same about Felicite, she wondered. Why did they say people who helped her were bad for her?

"I've tried writing her l-let-letters but I don't know if they've reached her because I haven't heard back and she would not not w-wri-write me ..." Victorique's head was still down, gaze focused upon the floor and unable to look up. "What if she's disappointed in me?" The insidious thought was given voice. "What if ... that's why I've not heard from her? I told her I would try to be s-str-strong and I'm-" Her voice broke, a breath sucked in. Wide-eyes raised to look at Felicite, lost and looking for an answer.

For what, not even Marie-Victorique knew. The only thing she knew was that she was horribly, horribly lost.

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #16 on: Jun 17, 18, 05:13:48 AM »
For all of Fel's logic and attempts to be strictly a woman of science and compartmentalize emotional matters away and into neat, little boxes? There wasn't a singular doubt within the realm of Terreille that when push came to shove, she ultimately failed at that feat in grandly abysmal fashion. It made her life far more difficult than it needed to be or should've been, because surely if so many things and causes didn't tug at her heartstrings and sensibilities she'd get an infinitely more exponential amount of work done.

And yet that was never the case, she'd always wanted to help and change the world with her work. Every project, every endeavor either had some sort of personal connection to her own life or some greater purpose that would benefit the masses. Which... would likely be fine and dandy if this same sort of trait didn't push itself into her personal life as well, very much like it was doing with Victorique in this exact moment. Fel needed to help her, the young Queen was terrified and upset and honestly, if the Landen had her way she'd have been trying to figure out a way in which she wouldn't have to leave the poor girl alone upon her departure from the building today.

Regrettably, though, such was not the case and Felicite knew as much, but she could at least make sure Victorique was calm and she had reassured the younger woman to the best of her own ability. A frown crossed her face at the mention of letters and them not being returned, which instantly struck a chord within Fel and had her shaking her head quickly to assuage the notion entirely.

"She's not disappointed in you, I promise. I'd bet my every, last mark that the letters either from you to her, or to you from her have been compromised and taken by the people who work here. They've done the same to me when I would write letters to my beloved," she explained with almost absolute certainty, her hand gently squeezing the Queen's once more.

"That's... a thing that they do when they think someone outside of these walls is... a bad influence on someone inside," her face contorted then into a highly unbecoming sort of scowl as the words left a sour taste in her mouth. "They deemed me such a thing regarding Senja, in those exact words no less, and so they took it upon themselves to try and limit communication between us and stole our mail."

She felt even more resolved then, as the words fell from her lips, to make good on her previous reassurance for the Queen next to her. "I'll find Lady Arkadie for you, I swear it. I'll figure out what's going on with your letters and it'll be made right."

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #17 on: Jun 20, 18, 06:08:48 AM »
Marie-Victorique had tried so hard for so long. To not crumple, to not let it get to her, to not listen to everything that was said about her. None of that mattered the moment they had put her exactly where she would feared she would end up. This was just proving they were right, was it not? That she was easily unsettled and unstable and-

She just wanted to curl into a ball and never be seen. Make herself small and invisible and not anything anyone would ever want to bother with. Except that would never be the case because she was a Queen and she wore the Purple Dusk and there were expectations and-

It was then that her gaze widened just a bit more, other hand coming up to press to her mouth and smother the noise that wanted to wrench itself free from her throat as Felicite explained about herself and Senja. The mail that never made it and how they had been treated. A fresh round of tears fell, eyes reddened and she shook her head. "Why can't they- Why can't they just let it be? I was better with Arkadie, she helped me so much, and ... your Senja is better with you, isn't she? It hurts more to be put here and to be locked away and-" her voice broke off, another hiccuping series of breaths released.

Victorique slumped, forehead coming to rest on their hands and press there. She did not raise her head up, just kept it there and spoke in a small voice. "If you can find her, please do it? I don't know what else to do." Because she couldn't be what they wanted her to be. She couldn't do what they wanted her to do. Victorique was too crippled by her fears and without the safety next that Arkadie had given her ... It likely wasn't even possible. "... even if I don't think I will ever be let out."

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #18 on: Jun 25, 18, 04:09:52 AM »
Fel hadn't really considered the connotations or consequences of revealing the possibility that the letters between the two Queens might have very well been intercepted and tossed into the garbage or vanished into some otherworldly cabinet like the Blood were so prone to doing. (That in itself was a subject of rapt fascination for the Landen scientist; something she ruminated upon very often regarding the physics of - how handy it would've been to just call away and call back in all of her notes and lab equipment with a flick of a wrist! - but now wasn't the time for such pondering, she knew.) As far as her own experiences on the matter went, Felicite would've truly bet her very life on the fact that such was the fate that befell any missives between Arkadie and Marie-Victorique, especially if their friendship was as much of an important thing as the young Queen was presently implying it to be.

"Because that's what they do here," Fel said, partly bitter and partly glum, a contrast  to her prior tones of insistence and optimism. It was the ugly truth of the matter for as much as she'd opted to blatantly disregard it in her own, small manners of rebellion against their rules. "In order to conform the residents to their ways thinking and their methodologies within this dreadful place. Easier for them to brainwash if they think a person has nothing happy or good waiting for them on the outside."

Senja... Senja had been adamantly resistant about such a view, in no small part to Fel's frequent visits (conversely and unfortunately, it was why the Priestess Queen was still stuck there so many years later), but Victorique? The Landen was unsure if the Queen curled up beside her would've managed to maintain such a steel in her spine and a defiance if she wasn't permitted access to... pretty much anyone who could've surely cared about her. Which was why all Fel said on the matter was, "Consider it done. You have my word."

Dire as any vow she could ever think to give, as solemn as the promise she'd made to her beloved to see her free from this hellish place, Felicite would follow through with it with a rabid persistence. If anyone could make this situation right, she imagined that this Dena Nehelian Queen was the one to do it - and it desperately needed to be made right.

"Tell me about her. Your friend Arkadie," she urged quietly, offering a small smile. The subject of the other woman seemed to be a comfort and a reassurance of some kind for Victorique, so Fel figured it might help calm her down a bit further as well as provide any other information she might need to know when she ended up in the other Territory.

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #19 on: Jul 19, 18, 07:11:53 AM »
Marie-Victorique could no more respond to what it was Felicite said they did at Dark Haven than she could to counter it. She knew, in her heart, that that was the truth. At the same time why? Why do such horrible things? Did that not just create the same problems? Was Dark Haven merely in existence to keep the darkly jeweled unbalanced? She did not know but those questions were there and she was not comfortable with them in her mind.

What she was comfortable with was Fel and her presence; the word given. "Thank you," she said, her eyes red-rimmed and voice just as watery. It was more than she could hope for, more than she expected, more than just about anything that had been given and done for her in a long time. This was something that could genuinely help her versus simply being what people said would help her.

Her fingers squeezed Fel's, finding a measure of calm in the reassurance that Arkadie could be found. Arkadie was a beacon of hope, of light, and so many other things the Queen desperately needed in her life. "She's wonderful," said Victorique quietly. "More than that: she's beautiful. She draws people to her and keeps them close and makes them feel special and loved."

Victorique was smiling a little bit. "She's what I wish I could be but mostly she's my friend. I was able to face some of my fears when she was around." Which was, for a Queen who seemed to have a great many of them, a big deal. It was clear that talking about Arkadie was helping her, easing her breathing and bringing back her voice so that it was no longer quite so strained. The other thing that was clear was that the Queen had emotionally worn herself out.

"Do you think," asked Victorique after a moment's pause, "that you could help me back to my room?" She paused. "After you show me where the library is?"

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Re: awake, arise, or be forever fallen
« Reply #20 on: Jul 19, 18, 09:03:58 AM »
"Of course," she acquiesced with a succinct nod. It might not have been the Craft-imbued contract that had been written up between herself and the Black Widow Priestess that was Senja's mother (though that had notably been more to prevent the other woman from being duplicitous rather than the Landen not holding up her end), but it didn't need to be. When she made a promise she was always steadfast in seeing it through, even if they appeared to be gestures far grander than what most of society expected her to be able to accomplish. That happened to be half the joy she took in succeeding, though.

"I think many Queens seem to have that sort of mystical quality to them, the ability to make those cherished feel safe and adored. My Lady is much the same when she wants to be." The Red-jeweled woman wasn't quite as warm and openly friendly as Arkadie sounded to be, but that distance and coolness of demeanor towards most of the world had been a side-effect of her people distrusting her and her reputation. Fel, Vincens, Remi... all exceptions to that rule, of course.

The request for Fel to take Victorique back to her room after they went and explored the library (of which she was surprised the Queen still wanted to do) was one that she was taken aback by, though in a more positive manner than a negative one. "I... can certainly do that. Gladly, even." To anyone else it might've seemed absolutely comical or downright backwards (a Landen escorting a member of the Blood, much less one of its highest-casted), but the scientist took the request entirely seriously and though she bore no Craft or jewels she would see it through until she left.

Having spent the years around Senja that she had, she'd seen both her beloved's Master of the Guard and First Escort (the Priestess Queen's former Steward had been lost at sea some years before, she was told) comport themselves in the appropriate manner and had memorized the gestures and motions readily. There were no rules for when it was a Landen doing the escorting, she figured, but Felicite found it sort of exciting anyway, even if the circumstances surrounding the need for it could've been better.

When Victorique was finally relaxed and ready enough to finish their intended trek Fel stood up first and helped the young Queen up after herself, then offered both a smile and her hand (palm downturned towards the floor properly) before settling into a relaxed gait beside her new friend that was impressively precise. Barring, of course, that she didn't end up tripping over her own feet or thin air sometime between that moment and the end of their journey (something that was absolutely possible).

There was little incident between the hallway and the library, wherein the pair of them continued to talk more about anything and everything in between Fel recommending all kinds of books to keep Marie-Victorique entertained when she felt too anxious to leave her room. (Not that the Landen blamed her even in the least for that, but that didn't mean the poor girl had to be stuck in boredom.) As the hour got later and whatever curfew Dark Haven held ticked closer, Fel found herself returning her temporary charge back to her room as promised, word secured once more that she'd find the Dena Nehelian Lady Graveworthy as promptly as she was able.

It was late by the time she'd finally made her goodbyes with Victorique, and so she'd honestly been hoping her own paramour was back in her room by then, but there was an abject sense of disappointment, anger, and dread when she passed back by that same room and still found it devoid of the Priestess Queen. It must have been one of those days. Regrettably, the precocious inventor wasn't able to tarry much longer and a couple of the aides within Dark Haven's walls insisted that she was well past visiting hours, making sure to personally see her out of the building themselves at that point.