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Author Topic: chasing a starlight  (Read 506 times)

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Offline Jeremiah Mercer

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chasing a starlight
« on: Feb 11, 18, 11:35:41 PM »
Jeremiah's schedule was almost exactly the same as Riley's save with a few differences here and there. It was why he had been there that morning when Sora had returned, coming back with more coffee for the pair of Queens (perfectly prepared for them both as always, because he was always there with her in the gardens. There was little that could pull him away from sharing in that time with her, needing it now more than he had in the past.

With the conversations about the nature of their bond, the strength of it, and the lessons that were going to be pursued to protect it and himself, Jeremiah had been far more keen on staying close and reaffirming things. Especially given what had actually transpired to make that more a need than a want. Riley was right, however, that what had happened to him was his to discuss with Sora than her. Not that he would have said anything had she told Sora but he understood why she said it. Sora deserved to hear it from him directly give that she was, in so many ways, practically their daughter.

So it was no surprise that only an hour or so after the time in the garden was over that Jeremiah was waiting for Sora to join him after she had settled back in. He was within his office, going through a few documents and otherwise handling some of the paperwork that he could for Riley. Little things that made her position as Territory Queen that much easier. The smell of fresh baked goods wafted from the cracked door, easily smelled from a distance away, and the very things he had - when Sora had been younger - made her because she enjoyed them.

Queerly bright eyes glanced upward as she entered, a file closed and the corner of his mouth curling upward just slightly. Sora would likely notice it, that slight increase in his being emotive. Normally he was impassive, his expressions more neutral than anything else, but during the meeting with Riley he had been closer, more open, and less guarded than he ever was.

It was different.

So something big clearly had happened.

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Re: chasing a starlight
« Reply #1 on: Feb 12, 18, 11:59:36 PM »
She promised herself that she wouldn’t speculate.

Riley told her that Jeremiah needed to explain “what happened with him” for himself, prompting cold fingers of fear to clutch at the young Queen’s heart. Thirty or forty terrible things flashed through her mind  just in the moments after Riley dropped that little nugget in her lap. Dena Nehele had so few Healers that Sora feared anything from a permanent injury to an illness that Lady Adam somehow could not treat. She’d worried over the matter during the whole conversation with Riley, though she’d stuck to Court business. She’d drank the coffee that Jeremiah brought to them and forced herself to talk to Riley, Queen-to-Queen, rather than pepper Jeremiah with questions.

Once she finished up with Riley, she went to see him.

She approached the office of the Queen’s Shadow with Marius in tow. Her male wasn’t on edge, but he sensed that Sora was and it affected  his mood. Marius knocked on the office door, already semi- open, because intruding on a Warlord Prince’s territory without announcement was an excellent way to piss someone off. The scent of baked pastries caught Sora’s attention and she figured that Jeremiah was expecting her.

He knows me too well.

When Jeremiah bid them to enter, Marius opened the door and allowed Sora to precede him. Sora then suggested that Marius go and enjoy himself, as she expected her visit with Jeremiah to take some time. There was a lot to talk about, especially regarding what had happened to him.

That subject lead Sora to appraise the older man briefly. His hair was completely salt now, but she remembered when it had been salt-and-pepper more than anything. It made him looked distinguished, dashing even. He was still dashing, still the benchmark by which Sora judged nearly every male in her life. At nineteen, she had trouble recalling her father’s face without seeing Jeremiah’s superimposed over it somehow.

Would she remember Jeremiah’s face in a century or two?

Marius closed the door behind him and Sora saw the ease in his posture, remembered how warm and unguarded he’d been earlier. Jeremiah had never been cold or cruel to her, but he’d been her first illustration of the control that Warlord Princes strove to exert over their natures.

Still, something about him seemed...lighter.

I missed you.” Sora said, approaching his desk. She wanted to properly greet him, but she also wanted to throw her arms around his neck and hug him senseless. Normally, his expressions were harder to read. When she was little, she always tried to decipher his various expressions to figure out if he was upset with her or happy with her or just annoyed by her. Over the years, she felt like her skill had increased enough that she could read him at any time.

Now that he was practically grinning at her, Sora felt more at ease but she had a thousand questions. She went with the one that she needed the answer for right now. 

Is everything okay?” she asked him, hoping that he’d confirm that the trouble was, indeed, behind them.

For Jeremiah’s part, Sora was easy for him to read. He knew her too well to mistake her tone and expression for anything thing other than what it was.

Worry.





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Re: chasing a starlight
« Reply #2 on: Feb 20, 18, 10:59:03 PM »
It would be a topic in the coming days, one that had not been approached yet, about seeing to Sora's future, to ensuring she would perhaps have memory crystals that could help that. She was theirs, Riley and Jeremiah's, and she would outlive them by more than just centuries. The older she got, the older they became in turn, it would become obvious that her aging would slow as theirs progressed. Jeremiah had been in the process of going silver when they had found Sora, terrified and alone, and had completely turned silver by the end of her first year with them.

Sora had flickers of memories of what he had once been, not so tall and not so muscular. Someone thin, not at all big, and shorter than his Queen. It had been especially so because not long before Sora had been found had been his first Rut where everything had begun. Lies that had been hidden behind a false attack by a mountain lion, hidden by Maker so that she could do what she needed to do to him. His Queenling - because she was not his by Bond but his by choice and love - had seen him grow from that scrawny youth into the man before her. The one that was shaped by a Black Widow's hand.

Jeremiah wondered if Maker realized that she had created that which would have seen her destruction.

Such thoughts were pushed away, as they would come up in time give that Sora was on her way. Marius was given a polite nod, his head inclined in both greeting and goodbye. The unspoken promise always there that, with him, Sora would always be safe. After all, before she had had her bonded males, there had been him. Escort to a little Queenling that had no such thing but would someday have her own.

There was a quiet gratefulness that he would not have to request the other male leave, as this was not particularly something he would speak of around anyone but the most trusted. Jeremiah pushed the file away, shifting to stand and come around the desk. She did not have to reach out or put her arms around him, because Jeremiah did so himself. His hands clasped hers briefly, two fingers briefly against the pulse point in her wrist, before they loosened and he pulled her into a firm hug.

Which probably did not help the worry that was obvious. Even if he could not read her face, he could sense it within her emotions. Jeremiah knew he was different, had felt it from the first moments that he had been freed by Claudia, but it was not something easy to explain. Jeremiah breathed deep, holding tightly to Sora in a way that he had not done in some time. Not even when she had to leave for Moesia, for her protection, had he hugged her like this.

"I missed you," said Jeremiah finally, as if the hug did not say that, "and everything is fine. There is just a lot that happened." The hug loosened but he still kept her close as those always bright blue-green eyes of his focused upon hers. "There was a contract on my life and my mother's, Sora - one from a very long time ago - and it deals with that. It's done with but ..."

A breath was exhaled, his eyes closing briefly before he opened them again as he spoke.

"Mother was killed, Sora." He could have said my mother but he did not, no. Meredith had been a second mother to Riley when they had been Sora's age and to Sora she had practically been a grandmother, spoiling and looking after the growing Queen as best she could. Jeremiah would not step away, he would stay close as he was holding her because he knew that if there was anyone else that would be hit hard by the news, it would be Sora.

There was a reason that they had kept it mostly quiet because they had wanted it to come from him, not some second hand gossip. Jeremiah, himself, did well to not let the ache of loss be overwhelming for him. He could not, after all, until everything was resolved and Meredith put properly to rest.

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Re: chasing a starlight
« Reply #3 on: Feb 21, 18, 12:39:51 AM »
Jeremiah hugged her, really hugged, in a way that he hadn’t done since she was little. She felt safe and protected. Jeremiah had a way of making the everything feel like it would turn out alright, no matter how bad things were going. She understood now why Riley learned so heavily upon him. The duties and dangers of being the Territory Queen required more than just a First Escort who was good in bed. Sora had nothing (really) against Dragos Cutrov. He was probably a really nice guy when he was sober.

But Sora had always hoped that Riley and Jeremiah would start a family and give her several brothers and sisters to watch over from time to time.

There is just a lot that happened…

The hug loosened and Sora stepped back to look at him, her expression clearly inviting him to speak further. Of course, whatever it was couldn’t be too dire. In Sora’s mind, Jeremiah Mercer was ten feet tall and proof against all dangers. He’d once been darker of her and maybe a little less powerfully built, but Sora had never really seen him as scrawny. Much as she could not imagine Riley being anything but fierce and powerful, the way a Queen should be, she could not imagine that anyone or anything could harm Jeremiah in any real way. All the stories that Lady Meredith had told her about Riley and Jeremiah as children had built their legend in her mind to grand proportions that were no less real than the room they stood in.

There was a contract on my life and my mother's, Sora - one from a very long time ago - and it deals with that. It's done with but …

Sora just blinked. A contract? Who would put a contract on the Mercer family? The words contract and Mercer simply didn’t fit together in her mind in any meaningful way.

"Mother was killed, Sora."

The air in the room suddenly grew thin.

She stared at Jeremiah, green-gold eyes widening in shock and mute horror. She wanted to vomit. She wanted to scream.

Someone killed Nana.

Mother Night. W-why?” she asked, barely able to form the words. She was having trouble stringing together two thoughts not connected by the word why. She shook her head as if that action could reverse what he’d just said. If she denied it, if  she rejected it, then Meredith would be alive. Meredith, the first Priestess in her life to show her what it meant to worship Mother Night, since her mother hadn’t bothered to stick around. Meredith, who’d told her not to fear the dark, but still let her sleep with the lights on without judgement because she understood the fear Sora felt without the lights to guide her.

Meredith, who made Sweetbriar feel like the home she thought she’d never get back after her father’s death.

Meredith, who always wanted to know if Sora had taken an interest in anyone. She would have loved Gabri.

Mother was killed, Sora.

Now Jeremiah had lost someone to fucking Guilds, too.

She threw arms around him once more, burying her face in his shoulder. The tears came immediately. The sobs followed even as they were muffled by Jeremiah’s coat. Now she understood why Riley told her to speak to Jeremiah about it. How was he even standing right now? She tried to wrangle her emotions back under control, but all she could think about now was how empty Sweetbriar would be without her. She couldn’t even think about going there now, not when she and Jeremiah wouldn’t get to sit by the fire and have a drink with her. All of those thoughts brought a fresh round of tears and sobs, both of which Sora thought she'd exhausted over a decade ago.

When Sora was able to speak without sniffling or bursting into tears again, she'd lost track of time. Tears spent, she was just numb now. But numbness brought a cold clarity to her mind, one that made it easy to focus on the problem.

Was it the Myos?” she asked, unable to keep the bitterness and the anger out of her voice.





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Re: chasing a starlight
« Reply #4 on: Feb 21, 18, 01:52:10 AM »
Jeremiah knew the tears would come, knew that Sora would need him exactly where he stood. His arms went around her, one around her back and the other sliding into her hair and brushing comfortingly. He wanted to tell her that she cried all the tears he never got to. That he had known his mother had been dead for a season before he had finally be able to mourn because before that all he could do was scream into the void he had been locked away in.

There was a couch in his office, fairly new, and put in he thought by Lady Volkov, the Head of House. It had been added because Orianna frequented his office and it was a more comfortable place to sit while the chairs were for the adults. This is where Jeremiah moved them to, his arm still around her and guiding to sit down.

His chest ached, thinking of every lost moment. Meredith would not even get to fight with Sora's mother over performing her Offering Ceremony because that was certainly something that would have happened. Settling them, Jeremiah pulled Sora close and held her in a way he had not since she had been younger. The pain was obvious, not so concealed in those blue-green eyes of his, as he reached for her hand with his.

For a moment he froze.

Was it the Myos?

The bitterness and anger there was expected but he did not think of Maker, no. He thought of that which he was not meant to think about and that which he had to push away. Better the devil you know, he thought and then stopped thinking about Sora young and scared and the boogieman that lived under the same roof.

He covered her hand with his, resting it there as she would feel the weight of two pieces of jewelry settle into her hand. The jewels were dull and lifeless, Rose and Opal, but it was the ring and necklace that Meredith had always worn. Jeremiah pulled his hand back, letting Sora hold them for the time being because it was all that he could offer.

"It was," he finally answered, "a Myos contract from when I was sixteen. A long-term one, designed to see my mother killed and ..." His gaze flicked away, a deep breath pulled in. "Do you remember, Sora? When we found you? How you had to be careful hugging me? Because I was still healing from an incident during my first Rut?" She had heard Riley call out to Jeremiah 'No more mountain lions!' and eventually, as she had become old enough, they had explained the near death he had experienced during his first Rut and the coma that followed it that had seen him nearly lost to Riley (and her, though she had not known him yet).

"What hurt me then, what put me into that coma, was not a mountain lion. It was the same Myos then, a Black Widow, that cut me down. She made it look as if it was a mountain lion attacked me." The slash of claws that decorated his upper torso and were worse across his back and along his shoulder blades. Jeremiah's head bowed, bangs shadowing his face and darkening his eyes. They were an eerie clear blue barely visible through silver hair. "She broke into my mind, laid webs and traps within it, and left me to be found. I-"

His voice broke a moment, a ragged breath escaping. One would have thought this would be easier to talk about now that it was healed. Yet it still was not because speaking of one's trauma - of rape - was always difficult. It was made more difficult by knowing that for nearly half his life Maker had been coming and going within his mind, doing as she pleased. Never mind that he had only told Riley the truth of his time in the coma after Claudia discovered the insidious tampered memories by doing the very thing that Maker had done.

"She did something," he continued on instead, trying to carefully work through speaking of this. "I do not know how, precisely, but she meant for my Birthright to break by forcing my mind to the Twisted Kingdom. During that time, while I was in the coma, I felt as if I was living out an entire life. One that came to a horrible end." Riley had died and, were he to think of it, Sora had not lived either. A fine tremble went through Jeremiah, his head turning and pressing into the young Queen's hair. "I did not break, I survived, and that Black Widow went to ground, the contract still in effect."

Another breath was exhaled. Jeremiah knew Sora would understand without him implicitly explaining it. That the Black Widow had left all those things still in his mind; that she had back doors and ways in. It also explained his horrifying dreams and even worse nightmares; the ones that he had made him even more sympathetic and understanding of Sora's in time. Jeremiah's very mind touched the Twisted Kingdom; connected and invaded by Maker for as long as Sora had been with them.

Part of him did not like talking about this, understood that he was something invincible and precious to her, but he was tired of secrets. The ones that were his to share, he would do so.

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Re: chasing a starlight
« Reply #5 on: Feb 26, 18, 12:48:22 AM »
Sora allowed Jeremiah to guide her to the couch because she knew she wouldn’t make it unaided. Her knees were seconds from giving out and leaving her in a sobbing heap on the floor of his office. While Sora knew that Jeremiah would get down and lie on that floor with her if she needed it, Sora would never make him do that. His suits were too nice, for one thing. For another, it wasn’t his job to hold her up anymore. He’d taken her on as a surrogate daughter and Sora would be forever grateful to him for that. She would be forever grateful to Meredith for showing her what it was like to have a grandmother.

Right now, Sora just listened to Jeremiah’s story in mute horror and growing shock. Someone had put a contract out on him when he was sixteen years old. Sixteen. An outstanding Myos contract had existed for half of Jeremiah’s life.

The Myos Guild is a cancer. Why would someone do that to you?” she asked.

Yeah, I remember hearing about how you’d fought a mountain lion. I remember thing that it was single most badass thing I’d ever heard about…” Sora said, remembering just how much her estimation of him had grown upon hearing that story. In her mind, nothing could hurt Jeremiah. If a mountain lion couldn’t touch him, then the Ghost Man couldn’t get past him to kill her. He couldn’t kill Jeremiah the way he killed her father.

Sora realized, just then, how comforting that idea was, how safe it made her feel.

And now Jeremiah was saying that it had never been a mountain lion at all. It was a Myos who’d tried to kill him.

A Myos who had killed her Nana.

A Black Widow who’d violated his mind and forced him to endure agony while he was at his most vulnerable. What the fuck was wrong with these people? It had to go beyond money. Money wasn’t enough, couldn’t be enough, to maim and murder people. That spoke of a fundamental rot inside someone’s soul that could only be excised by visiting suffering on others.

They murdered people because they loved it. Sick bastards.

Sora felt it when Jeremiah dropped something into her. She looked down slowly, afraid of what she’d find.

Nana’s necklace and ring, the ones that held her Jewels, rested in her hand. Sora’s free hand went to her mouth, but not in enough time to suppress the half-gasp, half-sob that tore from her throat. Meredith’s jewels, the same as Riley’s in both Birthright and Offering, lay in Sora’s hand. Tears blurred her vision, escaping freely.

He wasn’t sobbing his eyes out. Even when he deserved to cry, to feel broken inside, he was sitting her and being strong for her. Sora pulled him into another tight hug, afraid to let him go. She’d blamed herself for her father’s death and Jeremiah had held that little girl close and explained that none of it was her fault. It was the fault of the monster that did it and no one else. She only prayed now that he did not blame himself for Meredith’s passing.

Sora’s hand closed upon the ring and the necklace. There were so many thing she’d never get to say now. Things she should have said and done to show Meredith how much she loved her.

I loved this ring. I told her once that I wanted one just like it when I had my Offering. I wanted us to have a matching set…Night...she’s...she’s not going to see my Offering now, is she?” Sora asked, the pain in her chest reaching still deeper. She'd nearly lost both Quinten and Jeremiah while she was gone. She couldn't even imagine what she would have done if she'd come home just for Riley to tell her that Jeremiah was gone, too.

I-I wanted...I was going to ask her to preside over my Offering before Lady Petra sent her stupid letter…

Sora’s words were swallowed by a new round of sobs as, once more, her mother had managed to be absent on one of the worst days of her life.

And on that very same day, Jeremiah Mercer was present to hold her while she cried.

Like always.





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Re: chasing a starlight
« Reply #6 on: Mar 02, 18, 03:28:13 AM »
The way that Sora said badass had the corner of Jeremiah's mouth twitching and curling up into a smile. "Well, we can still say things like that. Just more bears and less mountain lions." As there were a number of bearskin rugs that existed within the Court, had come with them as they moved from Province Court to Territory Court. They were not Francheska but they were still something; a testament to Jeremiah's capabilities even when he was lost to the rush of Rut.

Her other words, however, about the Myos - resolutely, other thoughts were pushed deep and away, never to be thought of around her - made him sigh. "It's ... They are what they are but it is the Aristos that are the ones who create these contracts." Jeremiah's gaze slipped to their hands, still hovering there as she held Meredith's jewelry in hand. "I wouldn't exist if not for a Myos contract, Sora. I don't like talking about it but ... it's the truth. The lengths the Aristos will go for their Game is truly horrific and sometimes worse."

He was not absolving the Myos in the slightest, merely pointing to another fundamental problem with Dena Nehele. There were reasons that Jeremiah did not boast about his status as an Aristo, not when they went to the lengths they did. Not when they were, in so many ways, more responsible for the deaths of Queens just like Sora. While he could not say for certain, he had his assumptions that it was likely another Aristo family that had wanted his removed from play. Or - as the case was - the Mercer power in the hands of another.

His hand finally lifted away from the jewelry, a hand pressing to the young Queenling who he called daughter. Jeremiah's thumb brushed away the tears that welled up at the corner of her eye, leaning forward and gently brushing his lips against her forehead. It was all that he could do, truly, because it was as he had told Riley. Be angry for me because I can't. It was the same for this even though his chest ached and breathing felt like it was a vice. He knew it would pass, that it would even out, but this moment - Sora's own mourning - made his feel fresh in a way he had not gotten to have.

Leaning back, Jeremiah brushed the tears away from the other eye and was caught off guard as she pulled him into a tight hug. A sharp breath was taken in, eyes widening in surprise at the action. He should not have been, he should have known she would, but still it caught him off guard. His arms went around her, the hug returned in equal portion, and he just breathed. It was the only thing he could do. Jeremiah could not afford to let anything else in.

Otherwise he would topple under the guilt and failure and other insidious thoughts that did not need to take root.

When the hug ended and she spoke, her voice as watery as he felt, Jeremiah closed his hand over hers as they held onto all that he had of his mother. "She's not." His voice was barely above a whisper, breath catching in his throat and not wanting to come out. He pushed past it however, even as Sora continued on. Said that she wished for Meredith to perform her Offering. His eyes were watery as she started to sob, his arms going tight around her and holding once more. As long as she needed him to do so, he would. In comforting her, being there for her, he was able to continue.

Jeremiah tucked her head under his chin, unable to stop himself from sinking. It was hard - had been from the moment that Sora crumpled - because he invested so much of himself on keeping tabs on the emotional states of those around him. Not often did he find himself overwhelmed but in this moment with the young woman that was his daughter by fate even if not blood crying over the death of her nana- his mother. "She would have been honored. She did Riley's and mine ..." Jeremiah's voice was thick with emotion, carefully contained for all that he felt nearly undone with it.

A steadying breath was released. Jeremiah loosened his hold on her just enough so that he could look at her face; tilt her chin up gently with a finger and have their eyes meet. They were dark, those strange eyes of his, reddened and watery as a tear rolled down out of the corner of one. "I was going to give you her ring," he said softly, "because I know she would like that. I can't yet, not until we find her body and return it to the Darkness with her jewels. When that is done ... it's yours, Sora. You were her granddaughter and she loved you so. There's no one else I would want to have it and I know mother would feel the same way."

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Re: chasing a starlight
« Reply #7 on: Mar 07, 18, 11:16:49 PM »
Jeremiah wiped away her tears, like he always did, and made her feel like the world had a chance of righting itself again. It would take Sora a long, long time to believe that but Jeremiah’s presence helped. It allowed her to catch her breath and compose her thoughts. It allowed her to stop trembling, be it through fear or anger, and consider that she was in the safest place that they knew of at this moment. Sora pointedly did not think about how safe Sweetbriar felt to her and how it would feel like less without Nana there to welcome her home as she always did.

Jer explained that the Aristos were responsible for the proliferation of the Myos through the contracts that they wrote upon others. They could not target Queens directly, not anymore, but a Queen couldn’t protect everyone around her at all times. Her males, her friends, anyone she showed any sort of friendly reaction to was a target. Sora worried for Amina. Did the Black Widow knew what Sora’s mother had sent her into? If she did, did she regret coming?

I’m plenty angry at the Aristos, too, Jer. Present company excluded. But Riley’s been fighting them for years. She had to make a deal with the Guilds to keep them from killing Queens.” she said, sniffling softly as she finally composed herself.

Jeremiah said he was going to give her Meredith’s ring and that nearly brought a fresh round of tears out of Sora. But she was already tired of crying, tired of feeling sad. She was angry on Jeremiah’s behalf. She wanted to hit someone or something. She wanted to make the people responsible pay for this trespass.

She looked up at him.

Did...did they take her body? Why would they do that?” Sora asked.

Do you know who did this? Will the Guilds let you find them and deal with them?” she asked, trying to keep herself in check. Sora wanted Meredith to rest in peace. She wanted the blood of the persons responsible for this.

Mostly, she just wanted her grandmother back.





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Re: chasing a starlight
« Reply #8 on: Mar 19, 18, 12:49:46 AM »
"They never see her as one of them and they've never been particularly happy that-" Jeremiah stopped for a moment and sighed, eyes closing as he breathed deep and then continued on. "I know there were a few points where there were repercussions because the Mercer family supported but that's in the past."

Not that this was really worth continuing on about. Meredith had never been the kind to put up with such things and to try and cut ties with the Mercers would have put a serious dent into one of the major industries within Dena Nehele. Jeremiah loosed his hold on Sora enough to pull a handkerchief out and offer it to her. It, as always, smelled pleasantly of the garden - just as he did - along with that faint hint of fresh snow that was his unique psychic scent (though it had an edge to it as well, an oddity, that most considered naturally there but was indicative of something else).

Jeremiah swallowed around the lump in his throat, pushing away the image in his mind that sprung forth. Him, forced to the chair next to his mother's web-wrapped body, as Maker forced her way into his mind. "It was not there when we went to deal with Maker. Instead there was-" A breath was released. "-a second Myos." He wanted to laugh at the situation, at the absurdity. The first time that he had ever seen the man that was his father and the man was dead for a handful of days. It was not an easy topic so he moved on to the other.

"They were both dead, so whatever chance at information and knowledge went with them." Here he paused and closed his eyes. Moments like this it ate at him that he could not even claim a Price even though he wanted to. "Contracts are protected. I cannot demand to know who sponsored it in the first place but even then ... It could have been done through proxies and agents, never letting me get close to the original sponsor." Jeremiah had been thinking about this even though he knew he should not have. "That does not mean that we are not trying to find out but it will be through our own means, not the Guilds. Someone is to pay the Price for all of this. Not for what was done to me but what they have done to mother."

The fact that her body was taken meant ... Jeremiah had no idea what it meant but there was no good reason for it to be kept. Not unless someone planned on doing something nefarious with it. That thought alone made his stomach roil.

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Re: chasing a starlight
« Reply #9 on: Oct 02, 18, 05:41:34 PM »
The idea that Meredith’s death could be political payback sicked Sora to her core. Were the aristos of Dena Nehele truly that petty and twisted? She knew better than to ask herself that question. After all, they’d opposed Riley at every turn for daring to make the Territory safe for Queens once more. They’d fought back against her efforts to protect Darcia Glassade from her amoral husband and his sycophants. Yes, they would be that petty and twisted if they thought it would hurt Riley’s rule or damage someone close to her. Hadn’t someone already hurt Jeremiah for just that reason?

She accepted the handkerchief and used it, enjoying the scent of the gardens it always carried. She wanted to get out there and plant something. She wanted dig deep into the earth and feel the earthworms against her fingers beneath the soil. She wanted to grow another row of peppers in time for the Autumn menu. She wanted to anything but think about where someone monster would have taken Nana’s body. She forced her mind to stay away from the ghoulish things that one might do to a dead body, because if she went down that path she might never return. She could only imagine how Jeremiah was managing not to burn this entire place to the ground in his desire to find her and bring her home to her family.

Another Myos? Of course there was. They're like fucking cockroaches.” Sora snarled, nearly unable to fathom the reason that it took more than one Myos to do anything. She wanted to cry again, but she didn’t. Crying just made her feel sicker, made the hurt worse. She just wanted to stop hurting for a little while. Jeremiah vowed that there would be a Price, though, and that gave Sora some comfort. She wanted to know that someone had paid for their actions with their jewels and their lives. If anyone could find out who’d done this, it was Jeremiah. He was the Queen’s Shadow and he could go places that no one else could.

She took his hand and tried to soothe him with her Touch. It wasn’t Riley’s Touch by any means, but maybe Sora could give back just a fraction of the comfort that he’d given to her in this dark time. They were both hurting and angry, but when he sat here beside her, the young Queen believed that maybe, just maybe, this would someday be a terrible memory during a string of better days.

Do you remember that old tavern about the sea captain’s daughter? I’ve been trying to remember it for a few days, but I forgot a few of the lines.” she said.

Sing it with me? Please?

For a moment, Sora thought that Jeremiah might turn her down. Instead, he began to hum the melody softly, enough so that Sora could catch the opening notes. She joined in shortly after, the words returning to her mind with ease.

They sat like that for a time, remembering the woman who’d taught it to them long ago.


-The End-