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Author Topic: No one is ever going to want you  (Read 281 times)

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No one is ever going to want you
« on: Jun 01, 18, 01:33:33 AM »
There was nothing wrong with Victorique. Not physically. There was no fucking reason on the surface on this Realm or any other why the nineteen-year-old Queen ought to be worried about her Virgin Night. If carried out by a male of appropriate strength, Victorique would rise from the bed fully capable of descending to her full and horrifying strength. That was the problem, wasn't it? Marie-Victorique already flirted with the boundary of instability. Imagine what would happen once she actually surpassed it, when she was already so trembling and anxious.

Marie-Odile sighed. The answer seemed so clear: let Marie-Victorique be afraid. Rattle her sense of self through the Virgin Night, and she would descend to the still-dangerous but safer Opal. Even the Green promised better self-control, a more reliable sense of stability, than the Sapphire. But the mission statement of the Dark Haven was not to prevent the rise of Dark Jewels, it was to ensure they were safe and sane. Acting to cripple a Jewel in her care, especially a Queen, would be in direct contravention of that goal. So instead, Marie-Odile made an official recommendation: Marie-Victorique Fortier should be taken into inpatient care at the Dark Haven. She required the reinforcement of her chalice in advance of her Virgin Night, and the Dark Haven was the best place to acquire that.

While their parents spoke to the admissions counselor, Marie-Odile sat with her sister. "I hope you understand why I made the recommendation I did," she said. "It isn't out of a desire to hurt you, Victorique. I think this really is the best and only way to ensure you make your Descent and don't harm yourself in the doing."

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Re: No one is ever going to want you
« Reply #1 on: Jun 01, 18, 02:08:59 AM »
Victorique was beside herself. Her eyes were watery, unshed tears shining and not yet falling. It was only her last ditch attempts at keeping her composure that kept her from breaking down entirely. Her parents had not even argued about it with Marie-Odile - though that had certainly been a surprise, to learn their daughter was not only a Healer but the Healer-in-Residence at Dark Haven - and instead wholeheartedly agree with her.

After all: Marie-Victorique was only useful if she could attain her Offering jewel intact and sane; stable.

There was no comfort, nothing that eased the vice of anxiety that was wrapping around her chest and already restricting her airflow. Her hands were carefully placed in her lap, fingers interlaced and squeezing tightly.

She looked over to Marie-Odile as she spoke, wide-eyed and scared but nodding in understanding all the same. "I do," said Victorique softly, "I do." Her gaze and settled upon the floor, trying to pick out patterns in the fine cracks and otherwise upon it. "If you say it's for the best, it is." There was conviction in her tiny voice; complete and absolute faith in Marie-Odile. It was a small consolation that Odile cared enough to make the suggestion instead of letting her continue to slip away into instability.

"I don't want to hurt myself," she whispered, "or anyone else." The first thing was not necessarily true, with how she wrung her hands without thinking until she stopped herself. Never mind the thoughts of simply breaking herself but that was also wrong. In the end Marie-Victorique was caught. Perhaps if her parents had made the suggestion she might have fought it, might have argued, but it was Marie-Odile.

She could not bring herself to disagree with her.

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Re: No one is ever going to want you
« Reply #2 on: Sep 30, 18, 08:13:14 PM »
Odile didn't even spare a glance for her parents. They were heartless and horrible, thoughtless and cruel. To give Odile no hope for her future--she was here despite them, not because of them--and to twist Victorique to believe that there was a chance for her to remain sane on the other side of the gate. The Opal was dark and dangerous enough, though Lenore seemed to hold her sanity despite her depth. With her back to her sister, she sneered at the ideal of Victorique as anything but a danger to herself and to others. Maybe she could--accidentally of course--slip. Maybe she could cut Victorique off from the depths of her Offering. It would be for the best. The Sapphire in the hands of a trembling child... Who was to say she wouldn't get carried away and harm someone who didn't deserve it? Like the Priestess Queen, Senja.

But her face when she turned back to her sister was as sympathetic as it could be. "I know," she said, gently. "And this is why it's for the best that you come to stay here for a while." She caught Victorique's chin between her thumb and the curve of her fingers. Odile hadn't missed the girl twisting her hands so sharp and hard in her lap, a beastly affectation that betrayed her mental weakness. She could do something about that, she thought. "Lady Noir won't let anything happen to you, dear heart. And I'll be here to look after you, so you'll be just fine on the other side. Your strength will be an asset, not a lodestone. Just like mine is."

In their limited interaction as adults, Odile had come to know well that Victorique looked up to her. She could use that to get the other sisters into her care... but to do that, she had to convince Victorique that there truly was something wrong with the other Fortier daughters. Marie-Lucrece especially. Odile's lips thinned as the Priestess's torments as a child intruded on her calm façade. If the Opal Descent Priestess wasn't an example of Dark-Jeweled instability, then who was?

"Perhaps while your room is readied," said Odile, pulling a rolling stool over with her Tiger Eye and taking a seat, so close to her sister that their knees touched, "we can talk about our other sisters?" She smiled, close-mouthed, as she took both of Victorique's hands in her own, each separate so the girl would stop hurting herself. "How is Marie-Lucrece?"

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Re: No one is ever going to want you
« Reply #3 on: Oct 02, 18, 06:02:05 PM »
They were beautiful lies, told to Victorique by her sister, and the Queen devoured each and every one of them. Tears began and she sniffed, blinking as if that might stop them, the moment that Odile held her chin in hand and said she would help. "I believe you," she breathed out, voice gone mouse-quiet. "Thank you, I don't know what I would do without you helping." She bit her lip. "You and Lady Noir."

What she knew of Lady Lenore Noir was nothing but good things. That she had shown remarkable progress in helping those with instability but that was not as reassuring to Victorique as it should have been. She was worried instead, scared that someone else would look at her and not be understanding like Odile was. Odile knew her, knew that Victorique was trying to be good, to be better, to be everything that they wanted her to be!

So she hoped that it was Marie-Odile because she had the utmost faith in her Healer sister that she would be in safe hands. If there was anyone that could help her be better, be more than she was, it was her. After all: look at everything she had accomplished in spite of their family! Her brow knitted together briefly in confusion as Odile pulled away, the thin-lipped expression, but brushed it away. With her sister closer to her again, their knees touching, she visibly relaxed some.

Then went rigged at the mention of Marie-Lucrece. Her hands were stiff in Odile's, the fingers taking time before they curled around hers. The bones and joints ached from her pulling at her own hands, clenching and unclenching them as she had been.

"She's doing well," Victorique eventually whispered, afraid that somehow their parents would hear when they returned from handling the necessary forms and paperwork of her admission. "They're very proud of Lucrece, what she's accomplished." There was more, of course, other things that could be said, but the Queen's eyes kept flicking back to where their parents were.

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Re: No one is ever going to want you
« Reply #4 on: Oct 04, 18, 12:07:41 AM »
Without Odile, Victorique wouldn't survive the bedding. With Odile... Well, her position was technically a research fellowship, improving upon the tonics and potions she'd begun her work on in Beldon Mor. She didn't want to lose it by appearing incompetent. She'd play her cards as she drew them, she supposed; her years of good service, the past three or four, should shield a few mistakes from too much scrutiny. "We're happy to," she said, running her thumbs over the upturned side of Marie-Victorique's hands as Odile held them between her own. "Lady Noir is very good at working with young women in your situation. One of her very first patients rules in Rennes now, you know. A whole Province! Just think, that could be you, once we've got you through this."

More likely one of Etienne Roux's warriors would take a liking to her and turn her into human artillery. Odile didn't think that was a good solution, necessarily, but it was what it was. He technically still ruled, though there were quite a few issues what with the civil war. That wasn't really her lookout, though, was it? She still had plenty of stores to work with, plenty of patients, and she didn't have much use for her salary anyway. It all went into music crystals and the herbs that she couldn't ask Lenore for in good conscience.

She smoothed Tiger Eye healing Craft along the inflamed joints of Victorique's hands. "Please don't be afraid," she said, kindly, "Victorique, you're going to be fine. I'm here to look after you. And I'd like to make sure that Lucrece is doing okay? Opal is still rather dark, even if it isn't traditionally considered so. Do you know where she lives now? Wasn't she in Orleans?" It'd been a while since she thought of her older sister with interest to actually seeing her... "I might like to write to her. Seeing you again, I think there's a lot that I should say to our siblings.

"But it won't affect how you're cared for a bit, Victorique. You were always such a help." Odile put a touch of Tiger Eye into her emotional projection, all sisterly love. Because she did love Victorique, it would seem even more sincere; it didn't have the force of a compulsion, and it wasn't a lie. Her use of Tiger Eye to heal the pain in Victorique's hands would hopefully disguise her use of the Craft to convince her sister of her good intentions.

Odile's face was starting to hurt from the smiling. "They'll be proud of you as well. I know it." If Victorique didn't shatter her Chalice first.

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Re: No one is ever going to want you
« Reply #5 on: Oct 04, 18, 12:43:23 AM »
"She went to my school, I think," said Victorique quietly. "The Queen you are talking about. She was friends with-" Then she stopped, didn't finish, because talking about Arkadie was a bad idea and it hurt her heart too much. How could she explain that there was a hole within? That Arkadie had left and she'd taken a piece of Victorique with her and the Purple Dusk Queen had no idea how to fix it. She also did not want Odile correcting her, saying something about Arkadie, because then she would probably start breaking down and that would make the day that much worse.

"I don't think I want to rule," her voice was still quiet, barely above a whisper. No, Victorique wanted to be ruled, which was why she was listening to her sister and here in this place and trying to not break down. She swallowed thickly, bobbed her head to show that she was listening to Marie-Odile. Please don't be afraid, she said, and Victorique listened enough to stifle her panic about talking.

"She is in Touleans now. She was working at one of the boarding schools, like mine, but now she's in on some project? Some program ..." The soothing touch of Tiger Eye coupled with the easing of the aches in her hands made Victorique relax. She raised her gaze from watching Odile look after her hands to meet her eyes. (Even though her gaze flicked away after a moment, unable to maintain the eye contact.)

"I'm glad I was able to help," she admitted. "I was always ... I feel like I'm a bother. I'm a Queen and I'm a bother and they would be so much happier with me if I hadn't gotten my Purple Dusk ..." Victorique swallowed down those words, pushed them away and focused instead on the warmth of Odile's affection. She craved it, she needed it, she just wanted to be loved by the big sister she hero-worshipped.

"Lucrece likes to check-in on me, make sure I'm not upsetting mama and papa. She's ... never happy. Not with me." A softer whisper came. "... and she's never been nice to you. I remember how she treated you." It was more like Lucrece had been dismissive, had taken advantage of Odile, than being outright mean but it still had not been the way one was supposed to be around siblings.

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Re: No one is ever going to want you
« Reply #6 on: Oct 05, 18, 12:06:11 AM »
Mother Night, sweet Mother, Victorique looked painfully like a kicked puppy. Odile reached up to hook her little sister's long brown hair back behind her ear, affectionate and calm. What  was Lucrece doing in Touleans? She'd been at a school... Odile could just imagine her officious, bitchy older sister running herd on a bunch of potentially Dark-Jeweled children. Lucrece had always done well with the moderately-Jeweled like herself. She'd achieved a perfect descent, something that she thought would make her safe. Odile felt something warm bubble up in her chest as the plan began to crystallize. Yes. She could see it in her mind's eye, the moment she would click that collar closed around Lucrece's pretty throat.

Odile looked up at a psychic thread from one of the attendants. He cradled a small black box, the outside of it papered in a textured linen. Without an audible word, she accepted the jewelry box and set it down on her knees. "You know what I have to do, Victorique," she said, her voice quavering. It wasn't fear or sorrow or pity. It was excitement, though Odile pushed a little Tiger Eye sadness at her sister to disguise it. Odile had been waiting for this day since the moment she'd been reunited with Victorique.

She slid the case open, lifted out the control ring first. This she slipped onto the index finger of her right hand. Then the collar itself, slim and gold, incised with arcane patterns. The men and women who had crafted it knew their stuff. It would work, and it would be a sign of her control over her sister. How well Odile could work the system, now. And how soon she'd do the same to Lucrece!

Rising from her stool, she hung the collar around her own wrist as she stepped behind Victorique. She gathered up her little sister's long dark hair, twisting it gently out of her way. "Don't want that getting caught, do we," she tutted. The collar opened on its hinge at the brush of the control ring. Odile slipped the thin band of metal around Victorique's throat and snapped it closed, another touch of gold to gold sealing the device shut. Carefully, she slipped a fingernail beneath the collar, ensuring that it wasn't too loose or too tight, all the way around the base of her patient's neck, where the collar rested against her collarbones.

Odile let Victorique's hair back down, put bracing hands on her sister's shoulders. "Your room should be ready," she said. "Would you like me to walk you there? We can say goodbye to Maman and Papa before we go."

Of course, she knew that their parents had already left. The attendant had mentioned that. But if Odile's goal was to prevent her sister's Descent to the Darker Jewels, such petty cruelties might be necessary. She brushed her fingers through her sister's hair, root to end, straightening it on her shoulders. Already she felt much fonder of the collared girl.

After all, they were going to have such fun together.

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Re: No one is ever going to want you
« Reply #7 on: Oct 05, 18, 12:34:23 AM »
If she had been a kicked puppy before, Victorique was not one now. No, now she was a doe, eyes-wide and staring as a predator approached. She barely heard the words that her sister spoke, barely was able to process anything beyond the rush of blood in her ears. So many panic attacks, so much anxiety, all because this was where she did not want to end up ...

This place that housed those darker than her that were in far worse shape ...

The touch of sadness was what brought her back, Victorique raising her eyes from the box to look at Odile and nod. She did not trust her voice to work right now, not passed a squeak. Could she even manage that? Her heart continued to thud in her ears, her pulse racing and racing and racing. Wasn't this what she wanted? She wanted help and Odile would help and Lady Noir would help and Victorique wouldn't have to be scared anymore.

"... thank you," said Victorique, her voice meek. It was to thank Odile for gathering up her hair or perhaps it was to thank her for putting the collar upon her throat. That it could be both was not too far-fetched but this ... This was what had to happen, it was the only solution, the only one! The metal was cool against her skin but it warmed quickly enough for all that Victorique took no such notice of that.

She couldn't stop the gasp as it sealed, the collar now in place and to not come off until Victorique was able to leave Dark Haven. The Queen swallowed hard as her sister made sure it was not too tight, a watery smile given. Almost as if she were telling Odile it was okay, this was all okay.

"Please?" Victorique asked quietly. "If it won't take you away from your duties." She never wanted to be a problem, she never wanted to anything at all. "Do you think it's okay if I ask for a hug before they go?" The words were spoken just for Odile to hear as her sister's fingers brushed through her hair. It was a soothing touch and she leaned into it for all that she craved the simple affection.

Was it so wrong to want to love and be loved in turn? To be good and not wrong and all the things they spoke of Queens being? Except Victorique did not think of herself as those things. She did not even think they were possible for her. Not without Odile's help.

Help she was so very grateful for.

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