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Author Topic: don't mean to leave you with a trivial excuse  (Read 121 times)

Description: Attn: Sabine

Offline Jupiter Cinerus

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don't mean to leave you with a trivial excuse
« on: Jun 30, 19, 09:36:18 PM »
Winter 193 - Draega Territory Palace


The day began like any other.

Jupiter Cinerus woke, bathed, and dressed in a tailored suit befitting an appearance at Court. Then he sat down at the large hardwood desk, his father’s old desk, and took out his quill and paper. He wrote. He misspelled her name on the first draft, so he tossed it in his trash can and started again. He made it nearly through the first page of the second draft before stopping to read it. It was too needy, too hurt to convey the message that he wanted to get across to her. So he tossed it into the trash and leaned back in his chair.

He checked the time. Two hours left before he saw her. His heart hammered at the mere idea, but each beat was punctuated with pain.

She.
Has.
No.
Need.
For.
You.


He closed his eyes, rubbing his hand over his face. The anger, the ever-present anger inside of him threaten to burst free. People told him to be patient. Other people told him to run as fast and as far as he could before she took him down with her. Once voice, an old voice, implored him not to give up so easily. What none of them knew was that this wasn’t easy. This was the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life. He hated it. But the longer he waited, the worse things became.

It didn’t have to be forever, reasoned. He could take some time for himself and then find another way to serve. He could find something more in-line and befitting her needs...and his own. First, he’d return home to Faro and sort out his mind. Some work on the family estate would help him clear his mind and burn away the excess energy. Caelissine would join him, if he asked. Their last outing had ended with having to beat a bunch of men completely senseless, so Jupiter thought that this would be a welcome change of pace. Not to mention that he could ensure that the estate was protected from the rebels in the south.

He dipped the quill in the ink and started writing once more. This time, the words came freely.

When it was done, he used a bit Craft to dry the ink before folding the letter. Then he folded it, placed it in an envelope, and tucked that envelope into the breast pocket of his coat. He checked the time again and found that he had half-hour before he needed to arrive at the palace. Standing, he prayed to Mother Night and the Darkness for resilience and then left his town house to head to Court.

At the palace, Jupiter greeted the members of the Circles with whom he was familiar. He headed to his office to check on the message he received, creating a neat pile at the center of the desk. He didn’t know if he’d be back to read them, but there was always hope. The letter felt like an anvil in his pocket, heavier than the duty that kept him bound to this place. Leaving his office, he headed toward the suites that Sabine kept at the palace to make his weekly reports and deliver pertinent letters or reports that he felt she needed to see.

Just another hour and it would all be done.

Offline Sabine Vincentius

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Re: don't mean to leave you with a trivial excuse
« Reply #1 on: Jun 30, 19, 09:39:50 PM »
Even before she had received word that Jupiter had returned to Draega, Sabine had left instructions with the Guards to be notified as soon as he arrived at the Palace. It didn’t reveal anything new to Nero. He had already seen within her mind. She had mangled her attempt to pass off Jupiter’s image as that of just another guard, but he had seen through her facade. Her bonded mattered to her, which made them a liability, tools to be used against the hard edges of her heart.

Aurelius being held captive wasn’t new. Aurelius being held separate from Sabine was. Nero controlled her access to him. It was wretched, being separated from the man who had provided for her needs since she was only 13 years old. The Purple Dusk Queen was used to more distance in her relationship with Jupiter, in large part due to her efforts to keep him out of Nero’s sight and therefore out of his mind. She had thought it would be a minor thing for him to be away, but his absence had been more difficult on her than she had anticipated.

When she received word that he had returned to Draega, something cold and hard softened within her chest. The last few days had felt a bit easier, just knowing he was once again in the same city that she was and soon she would see him again. She knew what time he would arrive to see her. And yet all day she waited to hear from the guards that he had actually arrived. She was short tempered, irritable and cruel to the servants. She needed to be careful. Aurelius had never believed the reports of her sharper nature, but Nero wouldn’t doubt for a second. He had been within her mind. Whether she wanted him to or not, he knew her.

She withdrew to her suite and sat down to practice at her piano. The music soothed her wandering mind and charred soul. Soon everything faded away. It was just her and her piano. She watched her Rose Jewel sparkle against her finger as she moved her hands quickly over the keys. She could feel the Purple Dusk at her neck glow warmly. Not the feel of it being drained, which was what she was so accustomed to. Rather it was like the music resonated within her Jewels just as it resonated within her.

Finally, she looked up. Jupiter stood in the doorway, watching her. For a moment, there was naked relief clear on her face. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him. Then she remembered where they were, and who was always listening. She forced her emotional masks back into place, her Jewels surging with the effort. Standing from the bench, she came around the piano and stopped. She couldn’t take another step. If she did, she would run to him and throw herself in his arms and beg him to never let go.

”Jupiter,” she said softly, her voice just loud enough to span the space between them.





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Re: don't mean to leave you with a trivial excuse
« Reply #2 on: Jun 30, 19, 09:43:12 PM »
Drawing closer to Sabine’s suite, Jupiter heard the soft melody of the piano that she loved to play. She had true talent, the kind that would have won acclaim and praise if she shared it with the world. She’d never played for him before, but there were times when she played while he was on shift and he imagined that his Queen was playing for him and him alone. Jupiter’s footsteps slowed.

He listened to her play, wondering if Aurelius was in the room with her now. He fought down the spike of irritation at the idea that the older man would be in there with Sabine. Jupiter rarely, if ever, received any time alone with Sabine. He was always sharing her with one person or another because “a Queen’s duty to her realm never sleeps” Aurelius had once said to him in that tone he used when he thought Jupiter was being a possessive, needy male. Jupiter never made a fuss about it. He merely smiled and moved on with his day.

Pulling her guardian’s lungs out through his nostrils wouldn’t earn him Sabine’s favor.

The door to the suite was open, giving Jupiter an unobstructed view of Sabine in the thrall of the music. She looked so young, so pretty just playing her piano and letting the music carry her away. She was free and weightless, in her element. It was the first time that he’d ever seen her this way and the Warlord Prince was enchanted by his Queen. He couldn’t look away. He wanted to sit closer to her, sit beside her and let her lean against him while she played. He would listen as long as she allowed it before they had to discuss other, less happy subjects.

She looked up and their eyes met. For a moment, Jupiter was transported back to that day in the street when Mother Night had first shown him the woman who held his leash. She’d stopped her procession and held out her hand to him. Jupiter didn’t care that they were people watching. There were hundreds, maybe thousands, but she had eyes only for him. His eyes his mind, and his heart were all hers. He’d fallen to his knees and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her close. Her guards wanted to kill him but he would have died happy to know that he’d found her.

Don’t you dare touch him. He’s mine.

That was the first time, and the last, he’d heard those words from her lips.

The look in her eyes reminded him that day. She moved around the piano and stood there but did not come closer. Was that joy or hope he felt across their bond? He couldn’t tell. He reached for that feeling, attempting to pull it close and examine it as though it would bring her along and deliver her body into his arms.

Instead, Sabine’s visage became distant and cool, a door slamming shut before he could walk through it.

Jupiter.

The way she said his name echoed across the space between them and pushed deep into his soul. He took a deep breath, stood up straighter and rolled his shoulders back. He clasped his hands in front of him and watched her closer.

My lady, I’ve returned from my hiatus. I’d like to speak to you about a few things, if you’ll indulge me.