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Author Topic: Let's Try This One More Time  (Read 114 times)

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Offline Cassius Decius

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Let's Try This One More Time
« on: Apr 18, 19, 09:40:48 PM »
Cassius had wished something in his life could be easy and finally something was.

Getting a job at a Red Moon house had been like picking up a lucky copper from the streets. The Prince would like to say that sixty years of pleasure training had been worth it, but that would be a lie. Cas would have much rather gotten a job loading and unloading supplies, providing solid work out in the bright sun. Something he could tell his daughter about with pride. But there was not enough money in such manual labor.

So, instead, he had sought out the best Red Moon house in Bidea. The Silken Lady. Getting an interview had been the hardest part. It had taken a few days to get one of the courtesans to provide what she thought was an intake interview. Cassius had had other plans.

For all the talk of the long-lived being so different in Pruul, so cursed, Cassius had never really thought the races were so far apart. Until now. It wasn’t that the courtesan was bad. Far from it. She was adequate. But it would take her so many more years until she reached Cassius’ level and by then—she would be frail and old. Perhaps that was what he realized for the first time about the short-lived. They simply did not have as much time to perfect certain arts. Which was a shame, because that didn’t mean they were any less good at them.

Nevertheless, Cassius had seduced, bedded, and secured a follow up interview with the foreman of The Silken Lady within the day. The foreman was more skilled, perhaps on the level of some of Judiah’s girls, but Cas had been ultimately unimpressed. Not that she knew that. She had been…occupied.

So the Green Jeweled Prince had secured a job at the Red Moon house and also managed to find a flat within the city. It wasn’t in a bad part of town, but Cassius wouldn’t have chosen to stay outside after dark either. When he received more of is paychecks, he would look to move somewhere further up town. For now, the newly minted Courtesan took his daughter by the hand and made his way back to the territory court. His Grey Jeweled friend had needed to attend to some business and Cassius didn’t want to leave Bellona alone, so along she came, bouncing eagerly.

“Are Dena Nehele Courts like Hayllian Courts?” The ten-year-old looked up at Cassius, excitement playing through her gold gaze.

“No, love. I seriously hope not—for our sakes.” His memories of Hayllian courts were not good, but then again, Aurav had not spent time with very many normal Hayllians. Walking up to the guard outside the territory seat, Cassius calmly asked to see Jeremiah Mercer. He didn’t have an appointment, but the thought of waiting additional days before he informed the man of his progress made the Prince want to scream. Every day that this was extended was one more he didn’t get to see Precious.

Showing him into a sitting room, Cassius dutifully took a seat and told Bellona to do so as well. She, like her father, seemed to have other ideas though. The Healer roamed around the sitting room, inspecting everything. “Their style is so different. I kind of like it. It’s…simpler.” The Prince fidgeted, standing up and then sitting down every moment the knob even so much as jiggled from someone’s footsteps outside. “Bellona. Come sit down. We are guests here and I don’t want to make another bad—"

A loud crashing sound split the air as Bellona accidently dropped a large vase she had been inspecting, the delicate material splintering into pieces at her feet.

Cassius shot up, shielding her body with his Green and staring at the broken pieces frantically—making sure she wasn’t cut and also cataloging the damage. Could he piece it back together? Had that been valuable? Where they going to punish them? The door opened and Cassius stepped in front of his daughter. As soon as the person fully entered the room the Prince stared at them with practiced composure.

“I broke your vase. My apologies. If it was valuable, I’ll pay the Price.”

Offline Jeremiah Mercer

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Re: Let's Try This One More Time
« Reply #1 on: May 16, 19, 01:29:37 AM »
There were some parts of the Territory Court that could have found a home within Hayll, their opulence quite excessive (and not in good taste either but neither was some of what came from Hayll). Such rooms were being slowly remodeled, a project undertaken by the Head Housekeeper. It was one that Jeremiah was well informed of, given that it had resulted in at a few things being sold off and adding funds to the treasury.

Those were the sort of things that Jeremiah was looking over as a runner informed him of Prince Decius's had returned and wished to speak with him. Closing his eyes, the Black Widow Warlord Prince let out a breath as he briefly let himself drift. There were the obvious paths, the ones most expected, and the ones that were less traveled. In the case of the Prince, he expected that it would the one he was most accustomed to.

Something that would not necessarily--

Jeremiah sighed and pushed himself up to stand. With a flick of his hand, his paperwork was vanished and he moved to leave his office. The sitting room that Cassius was in was actually one of the rooms that had not yet had its decor changed to be something less Conta inspired. As he was heading that direction, he was going over within his mind all the things that would need to be discussed.

Especially where Prince Decius's daughter was concerned. The risk was too great with her out in the open, especially as a daughter of the Hundred Families. There would be conflict, he knew that much, and it was something that would have to be prepared. Or--as he had planned--it could be something that could be neatly sidestepped. (That the topic of Cassius's daughter was an easier one than that of the Prince and his Queen was not lost to Jeremiah.)

Mostly, however, he was preparing himself for the fact that ... Ah, there was the crash and the sound of porcelain breaking. Stepping into the room, the Black Widow Warlord Prince took in the sight of the Cassius with his wide-eyed expression and his daughter looking upset as well. As soon as the words were out of Cassius's mouth, Jeremiah let out a sigh.

"You didn't," said Jeremiah, sweeping into a brief bow of greeting, "break it." His head inclined as he straightened back up to his full height. It was just enough towards Bellona to imply that he was aware of who broke what. "As you've already shielded your daughter, Prince, please move her and yourself aside for a moment." Moving forward, Jeremiah carefully gathered up the broken pieces of the vase with telekinetic craft.

"There will be no Price," he added, "as accidents happen." The idea of a Price, as he could hear practically hear the capital p as Cassius had spoken, was ridiculous. Especially given that it was a child that had broken it, for all that the Prince had tried to cover it up. Once everything was gathered, Jeremiah turned from the pair and headed towards the door. At that same moment it opened up, revealed a blonde-haired Hearth Witch.

"Hand them over, Prince Mercer," said Aurelia, speaking of the fragments. Blood Opal carefully wrapped around the broken pieces. "I'll see to what can be done." With only the briefest glances spared towards the Prince and Healer within the room, the Hearth Witch left.

Jeremiah turned back around to face the pair, gesturing for them to sit. "Have you had lunch?" he inquired. "Something can be arranged if not, otherwise I'll have drinks brought while we're talking."

Offline Cassius Decius

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Re: Let's Try This One More Time
« Reply #2 on: May 16, 19, 03:19:18 PM »
Cassius was afraid of Jeremiah Mercer.

It was a simple fact. It wasn’t that the Prince thought the Steward would hurt him, even though he surely could. It was the plain truth that he could. He could hurt him and his daughter and even Precious so badly and Cas would be able to do nothing about it. Jeremiah knew he was an escaped slave, he knew he had kidnapped a daughter of the Hundred, he knew how he had failed to keep his Queen safe for so many years. He knew so much and he could use any one of those things to destroy the fragile life Cassius was trying to create.

But Precious trusted him. Presumably. The male’s mind splintered with distrust until he saw her, whole and unharmed.

As the door opened and the very man stepped inside, Cassius returned the bow quickly, mechanically. Bellona, however, swept out from behind her father and laid out a wide curtsey, her dress brushing the ground with all the grace money could buy. “Thank you for seeing us, Prince. My father has been anxious about it.” Her large golden eyes looked the Steward up and down as she straightened and grabbed Cassius’ hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

“I have not been anxious. Just…eager.” Bellona’s eyes twinkled, but she said nothing. She was a beautiful child, with all the handsome features Cornelia had chosen Cassius for. Her long black hair was hung loosely at her back and her yellow spring dress was intricately embroidered, small rhinestones sown into the fabric. It was a piece from Hayll, one that she had hastily packed when Cassius had come for her.

The child pulled Cassius to the closest couch at Jeremiah’s words. The fact that his ten-year-old daughter was more comfortable at this Court than her seventy-two year old father might have perturbed the Prince if he hadn’t expected it. Cornelia had loved to spend time at courts, showing off Bellona. Taking a breath, finding it already difficult to breathe as anxiety twisted in his stomach, Cassius tried to keep his gaze off the floor and on the Steward. “We already ate before we arrived, but drinks would be wonderful, Prince.”

Bellona pursed her lips next to her father and crossed her legs delicately. “He doesn’t like when people offer him drinks.” She gestured her head at Cassius.

“Bellona.” The single word came out exasperated. She was right, yes, he didn’t like accepting any drink he didn’t pour himself—too many of them doused with drugs. But he would take anything Prince Mercer offered him without a single word of complaint.

“You need to tell people what you want and what you don’t.” The Healer laid a gentle hand on his arm and smiled at him in a way that made Cassius want to scoop her up in a hug. Instead, a faint smile pulled his lips upward at the way she tried to protect him.

“I can handle it, love.” He eyed her adamantly.

“That is what you said about trying to bargain with that street vendor and then he charged you dou….” Cassius sent a bit of Craft her way, blowing her hair all over her face, tangling it. Bellona huffed and focused on fixing her hair indignantly.

“A drink would be great. I also made some Hayllian cakes for you and…well if you’d like to give them to anyone else.” Like his Queen. He had really made the cakes for his Queen. Cassius called the plate in and set it on the table in from of Jeremiah. The cakes were small squares covered in a delicate white icing, the inside so light and airy that they melted in the mouth before one even began to chew.

When you didn’t sleep, you had all kinds of time to bake.

Offline Jeremiah Mercer

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Re: Let's Try This One More Time
« Reply #3 on: May 18, 19, 12:13:46 AM »
With his finger upon the emotional pulse of the world around him, though his attention was fixed upon the father and daughter in the room, Jeremiah found himself well aware of the turbulent flow of Cassius's emotions. Bellona's emotions were lighter; curiosity about things but concern and love for her father as well.

An eyebrow rose as Bellona spoke. Precocious, he thought, but that was not necessarily a surprise. Cassius's anxiety--or eagerness as the case was--was not a surprise because of what he was trying to work towards. "That," said Jeremiah, speaking of the Prince's anxiety eagerness, "is why I did not make you wait by having to schedule an appointment with me."

It was easy to see that Bellona was an aristo, though obviously one of Hayllian descent. It was there in her behavior, as she spoke, and the way she took charge of her father. Taking his own seat, Jeremiah leaned back in it comfortably. "There was reason behind my saying that I would have drinks brought, Lady Longinus. As the choice resides within your father--and you as well--if you wish to drink." Choice, consent, all of those things were near and dear to Jeremiah.

There was a glint in those queerly bright blue-green eyes of his. "Besides: to not supply refreshments, even if they are not partaken of, would be a poor showing of proper etiquette." While it was admirable that the Healer wished to protect her father--something Jeremiah could appreciate--she was of an age that Protocol and Etiquette were things she needed to be mindful of. They existed for a reason, after all, and were the things that allowed the Blood to coexist with one another.

The entire exchange between father and daughter, their banter, was just another thing that Jeremiah noted mentally. Something that he would write down later when the time came for such. "In this case," said Jeremiah as he studied the cakes--as he both baked and cooked, he was well versed in culinary delights--before returning his gaze to Cassius, "I believe your daughter has the way of it. Be honest, Prince, and say that they are for your Queen."

As he had phrased it, the way that he presented it, was somewhat manipulative. Even if the Prince did not recognize it as such. "I'll see them passed along regardless."

Not even a heartbeat later, the door opened and a servant brought in a service set with both tea and coffee. It was set upon the table, close to the cakes. Once the servant left, Jeremiah leaned forward to fix himself a cup of tea (no sugar, a dash of cream just enough to lighten the color).

"With your appearance, Prince, I assume you've things to talk to me about," said Jeremiah, stirring his tea. The spoon never once touched the sides or the rim of the cup. When he was done the spoon was set behind the teacup, the handle of the spoon pointing the same direction of the delicate handle. "So please tell me what you've accomplished in the time since we last met and then we can discuss what I have worked out as well."