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Offline Kasidhe Sheane

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we all get a little wrecked sometimes
« on: May 01, 19, 12:31:59 AM »
Having grown up within the halls of the Queen's Residence, a Ward of the Court because her father had been Steward, Kasidhe still visited with regularity. It did not matter that her father was no longer serving within Lady Talbot's Triangle. It wasn't as if her parents had ever been the only reason she visited once she had stepped out on her own.

Even if she had stopped by to visit her parents before heading to the court. Today's visit was born of the fact that she knew Brielle had gotten herself in the thick of it. The thick of it meant--in this particular situation--that the Healer had gained a position within the court. One that would likely see her gaining a lot of side-eye and unkind words said.

Considering that she had already heard ugly mutterings (not counting what could be found out within the residence itself), Kasidhe was fairly certain that her friend would need to do some much-deserved venting. The Black Widow understood far too well what it was like to face the disdain and worse from those that believed someone too young, too inexperienced, and too whatever else they could come up with to be able to handle the position offered.

It was not as if it was their faults that they were more than capable of running circles around their elders. Well, no. Kasidhe did not like running circles around those that were loud voices of dissent. She liked putting them in their place by showing them exactly why she was able to take control of the Hourglass Coven. It made Kasidhe wonder how Brielle was handling her own troubles.

"Please inform Lady Demorie that I am here," said Kasidhe to a runner, "and that I've a reservation for us to have a meal at that place she likes so much." People did not necessarily need a reservation to eat at the restaurant they were going to. No, having a reservation just showed that you had the pull to do so. Pull and money.

Offline Brielle Demorie

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Re: we all get a little wrecked sometimes
« Reply #1 on: May 13, 19, 09:47:51 PM »
Brielle Demorie was an intelligent woman. It was not a surprise that her new position as a Province Court Healer would make waves. She was barely four years past her Offering and could only claim a scant few years in any Court in an official capacity. She knew she would need to prove herself to the men and women that would now work for her. People she inherited from her grandmother’s long reign as Courtland Healer and likely still viewed her as a child.

She simply had not calculated the scale or degree of discontent that would be present. The passive aggressive noncompliance and disrespectful mutterings behind her back were beyond annoying. Actually, strike that, it was frustrating. Brielle sat at her desk after successfully sending her temporary Escort home for the day.

The young Healer pulled a sheet of paper out of the letter tray designated for blank sheets and centered it on her blotter. She stared at it for a long moment before systematically tearing it into itty bitty slivers of similar shape and size. She shredded the paper until a fine dusting of confetti dusted her blotter.

There was a knock on her door as she finished dumping the paper bits into a metal-lined wooden box. Assuming her annoying Escort was back to pester her some more, Brielle’s response was short and to the point. “Enter.” Despite the slight surprise of a Court runner rather than the Escort, her expression remained politely blank as she lit the confetti on fire with a tongue of witchfire.

“Lady Demorie?” He asked with slight confusion coloring his tone.

“Yes,” Brielle responded, figuring the man had been expecting her grandmother to be sitting at the desk instead. “How may I help you?”

“Right, of course. Lady Sheane is in attendance. She says that she has reservations at the place you like,” he recited.

Despite having known Kasidhe for almost the entirety of her life, it took a second for her to connect Lady Sheane to Kasidhe Sheane – the former Kasidhe Eliott. More pleased than her expression showed, Brie gave the runner an absent smile. “Wonderful, thank you. If you could let her know I’ll be down to see her shortly?” The request was a dismissal and he departed quickly to relay the message. She put the lid on her box of ash to smother the smoldering tongue of witchfire.

It only took a couple minutes to finish tidying her desk and lock her office. Brielle scanned for her friend’s familiar Sapphire and, locking onto it, followed it to where the Black Widow waited for her. She grabbed her friend’s hands and squeezed them as she kissed both cheeks. “Kas, love, you look wonderful. I didn’t forget any plans that we had, did I?”

Offline Kasidhe Sheane

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Re: we all get a little wrecked sometimes
« Reply #2 on: May 16, 19, 01:22:59 AM »
"You don't say," said Kasidhe dryly, half-listening as a Warlord--one that had been, and still looked to be, rather besotted--was rambling off some rather old gossip she barely had interest in. The Black Widow tilted her head, feeling a familiar dark pulse below her. "If you'd excuse me," her eyes glinted darkly, "it looks as if Lady Demorie is nearly here."

The Warlord had caught her just after the runner had departed from relaying that Brielle would be with her soon. Kasidhe turned away, pointedly ignoring the male as the Red-Jeweled Healer made her appearance. She squeezed Brielle's hand in turn, exchanging the feather-light cheek kisses with her friend.

"Flattery gets you nowhere," said Kasidhe, eyes alight with familiar troublesome mirth, "but thank you all the same. You're looking as stunning as you always do, lovely." While true, the Black Widow also could see familiar markers in Brielle that others might have missed that said she was dealing with stress. If Kasidhe did not have the years of knowing her, having practically been raised together, she would have missed it altogether.

"Mmmm," she let out a thoughtful hum, considering. "No, more like I moved up our usual lunch to be a little earlier." Her head tilted, gesturing towards the old familiar hallway that would see them leaving the court residence. "We can talk about the specifics as to why once we're outside."

This time her eyes cut towards the Warlord that was handling some thing or the other nearby but clearly listening. "You know how the walls are here," said Kasidhe, leaning in to speak with a conspiratorial whisper. "You'd think they'd be satisfied with eyes and ears but no, they've got to have hands and feet and ..."

The Warlord flushed and quickly moved off. Kasidhe smiled widely, practically devilish in her glee at having run the male off. Not that it was really hard work. Running off idiots and fools was something she was an expert in.

Kasidhe looped her arm through Brielle's so that they could start walking. "Honestly, I thought the both of us could use a bit of a break and a fine meal. Without being frustrated or annoyed in the process of trying to have said meal."

Offline Brielle Demorie

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Re: we all get a little wrecked sometimes
« Reply #3 on: Sep 12, 19, 12:27:38 AM »
“Flattery gets me whatever and wherever I want.” Brielle corrected with a slight smile. “Though it’s not flattery when it’s the absolute truth.” Her cool eyes slid to the besotted Warlord that hovered just within earshot. He wasn’t an anomaly. Not that she could blame the poor smitten fools that found themselves spellbound by Kas’s appearance and mystique. And the innate sexuality that seemed to smoke, simmer, and crackle around every Black Widow she’d ever met.

The compliment Kasidhe paid her was simply her due. Comportment was important, the lessons had been drummed into her from the moment she could stand on her own two feet. As such she’d taken great care in selecting the right outfit and paid special attention to her cosmetics. She knew she looked good. Not that it was difficult with the face she’d been blessed with at birth.

Intrigued by the delayed reasoning, Brielle hooked her arm with Kasidhe’s and began walking towards the exit. Following Kas’s gaze, the Healer spotted the still lingering Warlord. A smirk twisted her well-formed lips as wry amusement rolled through her. “Oh yes,” she said lightly, and dryly. “The ‘and...’ are the absolute worst.”

Her amusement burned off the bulk of her annoyance and allowed the tension at the back of her neck to ease. “Have I ever mentioned that I adore you?” She paused, considered, and then amended her statement. “Make that ‘love’ you.”

Knowing Kas, Brie did not have to guess which restaurant the Black Widow had made the lunch reservation at. It was a favorite for the privacy it afforded its patrons and the large portions served that could satisfy the Darkest of Jewels. Leaving the relative safety and familiarity of the Queen’s Residence had Brie flooding her rose ring, formed from pieces of her Red and Green, with fresh power and checking on the solidness of her Shields. Not that the Healer was ever careless with the Shields that separated her from others.

“So, darling. What else have you conquered since taking over the Coven?”

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Re: we all get a little wrecked sometimes
« Reply #4 on: Sep 12, 19, 05:05:40 AM »
"You know me," said Kasidhe, "I prefer people put their ..." The Black Widow got that look on her face; one that said she rather enjoyed being a Black Widow and all of the sensual pleasures therein. "Money where their mouth is." Or put their mouth somewhere. If they were giving lip service then she wanted actual lip service or it was all empty.

Not that she did not preen any time that Brie gave out praise or flattery for all that she said otherwise. Words from those she had grown up around, known her life, always meant something to her. Knowing where she came from, who she had been, and acknowledging who she had become ... What better praise was there?

It also meant that her compliments for Brie were not empty either. They were a fact and there was no denying. Kasidhe took advantage of the two of them together and the image they made, in fact, by planting another purposeful lingering kiss on Brie's cheek that had her lips brushing along the slope of the Healer's cheekbone. The Warlord finally flushed beet red and practically scampered off, causing the Black Widow to let out a soft chuckle.

"Were they always so easy to bait here?" The answer was yes, they were, and they always would be. Still ... Brielle's words brought a truer smile to Kasidhe's face. "Stay with me for a little while, lovely, and I might just be able to do something about that tension you're so clearly holding to earn more of your love." A beat.

That didn't specifically mean a massage, no, but it did mean that Kasidhe knew a trick or two that had more to do with being a Black Widow than anything else to help release tension. Kasidhe reinforced her shields, though it had more to do with the fact that Brie did than she normally did so. The Sapphire-Jeweled Black Widow relyed upon her webs to protect more than anything else these days.

Once they were seated, drinks ordered, and appetizers on the way, Kasidhe answered. "Define conquered." Okay, so that was not an answer. "Though I could say I am still putting certain individuals through their paces," said Kasidhe a moment later. "Too many grew lax in the interim when the Coven lacked guidance."

Offline Brielle Demorie

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Re: we all get a little wrecked sometimes
« Reply #5 on: Sep 18, 19, 02:52:39 PM »
Brielle watched that inherently Black Widowy look bloom on her friend’s face. Her lips curved slightly: just a hint of a smile. Or perhaps a smirk. It was hard to tell. They’d known each other for too long for Brielle to not know where exactly Kasidhe’s mind wandered for the moment. Not that Brielle always understood where Kas went inside that disorderly brain of hers. There were times that it got just a bit too Black Widow for Brie to follow the seemingly random connections.

But that was what made a Black Widow a Black Widow.

At least, that was what Brielle put her friend’s at times twisted logic down to: Black Widow weirdness.

Like the lingering kiss. The Healer allowed it without showing how perplexed she was by it to show. They could be affectionate with each other, usually in private and not in the middle of the Queen’s Residence for any and all to watch and ponder. Then Kasidhe clarified her motivations and her own smirk bloomed fully. “Devious witch.” The comment was murmured under her breath so that only Kas could hear.

Then Kasidhe continued and Brielle was beyond grateful that she didn’t blush easily. There were just so many ways Brielle could interpret ‘do something… to earn more of your love.’ And knowing Kas, and she did, Brielle knew that any and all interpretations could apply.

Settled into her favorite booth, at one of her favorite restaurants, Brielle formed a thin Red Shield around the women that would allow sounds to enter but not escape. Even if their lunch date turned out that they’d only discuss innocuous things – Kasidhe was correct that the walls had eyes and ears.

“Conquer. You know, take control by use of force.” A slight meaningful pause. “Or guile, seduction, logic.” Brielle broke off as a waiter entered her Shield to drop off a basket of fresh rolls and butter and fill the water and wine glasses. She rested her elbow on the table and her chin on her hand as she watched the man perform his tasks with a lazily amused expression. His nerves were delicious.

The moment he was out of her bubble Brielle transferred a pat of butter from its dish to her bread plate before selecting a roll. She tore off a piece, buttered it, and popped it in her mouth. Half of the time she ate mindlessly just to feed her Jewels so that they didn’t feed off her body. It was a treat when she took the time to be mindful of what she placed in her mouth. After a few more bites she continued.

“I’m almost surprised that you haven’t taken over the Territory Court Seer position yet. Or are you satisfied with leading the Coven?” Left unsaid was Brielle’s complete and utter belief that if Kasidhe had wanted the Court position it would be hers. That same faith and trust was highlighted in the tone of her next statement. “You’ll have them in line in short order.”

Offline Kasidhe Sheane

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Re: we all get a little wrecked sometimes
« Reply #6 on: Oct 14, 19, 10:08:33 PM »
It was worth noting that any time Brielle got that look on her face--the one that clearly said she was trying to follow what she considered a disorderly brain--Kasidhe was sorely tempted to do something. What that something was varied, though it was often something that the Healer would end up enjoying. (Her brain was perfectly organized. It just wasn't something that could be navigated unless you were Kasidhe.)

A flirtatious wink was given as soon as Brielle picked up on all the possible connotations of earning her love but the moment passed as there were far more interesting things to discuss.

... and if her shoe came off at some point and her toes slid up along Brielle's calf it was merely just another lunch with Kasidhe.

"Sometimes," she said conversationally, neatly dodging the talk of conquering for the time being, "you can be as bad as me, lovely." Then she was wiggling her fingers so that the butter could be passed so that she could partake of delicious warm buttered bread.

"I've an accord," replied Kasidhe, "and so there will not be any takeovers of the position of Court Seer of the Territory Court." A lazy smile was given--especially as she knew that unspoken compliment was there--after she had enjoyed some of the bread. "Firstly because I am part of the First Circle and secondly because I'm content with how much work I have now. You know how Courts can be," being raised in one ensured a rather full picture of how things were, "and I don't need you joining with my second on how I need to allocate more time to rest and such nonsense."

That was a legitimate concern but it had been an issue since Kasidhe had been young. She would go and go until she needed a couple of days and then the process would start again.

"... but, yes, I will have everything where I want it soon enough. I've already dealt with most of the naysayers at this point and so it's merely a matter of making sure that everything keeps moving forward."

Offline Brielle Demorie

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Re: we all get a little wrecked sometimes
« Reply #7 on: Oct 15, 19, 04:27:05 PM »
“As if you could be held to an accord.” The statement was said simply. Kasidhe was larger than life with a sharp and nimble mind and the power to back her position. If there was something that the woman wanted, she got it. Oftentimes it wasn’t until after she had what she wanted that the path she took to obtain it was visible. Even if her Black Widow friend had made an agreement she was bound to, she was smart enough and slippery enough to slither her way around the terms of the agreement. 

But, she thought as she continued to demolish the fresh bread. There was nothing stopping dear Kas from agreeing not to take something she never wanted in exchange for something in her favor. Another perfect example of deviousness. And, of course, Brielle understood the work involved in Court life. Not only had she been raised in one, she’d been trained to take on a major role in one. The what that was newly officially hers.

“You remember Claira Stanwyck, I’m sure.” The woman felt like an institution unto herself. She’d been second to her grandmother for, probably, decades. The Healer had been one of Brielle’s Caste instructors. And the older woman had been under the mistaken impression that she would be taking over Jocelyn Demorie’s position of Court Healer when she retired. Rather than remain Court Healer’s assistant to Jocelyn’s granddaughter. “She’s decided that she’s going to treat me as if I was still a child refusing to pay attention to a lesson.”

If Brielle’s next bite of bread was a bit vicious, only Kas would be able to notice. “I might have to send her elsewhere if I can’t, quickly, correct that nasty habit of hers. It’s rubbing off on the rest of the staff. It’d be a shame, because she’s excellently suited to a support position rather than direct leadership.”  Even though Brielle understood that the woman was feeling slighted and insulted, she thought it a shame that the older Healer couldn’t recognize that her position as Assistant was valued and was not without it’s own power.

Brielle reached out for another roll and found the basket empty. Before the surprise and annoyance registered, her nervous server appeared with his own assistant. The empty basket and used bread plates were removed with haste. The plates were replaced with a clean setting and a tray filled with a large assortment of stuffed mushroom caps. At a glance, some were stuffed with seafood, some with vegetables, and some with ground meats.

There was nothing more satisfying for Brielle when it came to food than this. Fast courses filled with varied and easy to eat foods. The Red Healer used the provided pastry server to distribute some of the new nibbles to Kas and herself. Substituting the service ware with the proper knife and fork to continue feeding herself. “I expected some difficulties in making the position my own. I don’t know why I overlooked the, well, annoyance my promotion would be met with.”

Offline Kasidhe Sheane

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Re: we all get a little wrecked sometimes
« Reply #8 on: Oct 29, 19, 10:43:18 PM »
Kasidhe bit her tongue and did not reply about what she could and could not be held to. Oh, she did not like being bound--not one bit--but there was an arrangement in place, albeit an unspoken one, and she would not break it unless something made her. Mostly because it served her purpose and got her what she wanted. The moment that changed would be the moment of truth. Would she see it destroyed or would she try to save it?

She truly did enjoy playing politics too much sometimes.

Other times she wanted to be done with them but that was usually when she was trying to catch a couple of hours of sleep and her mind was not being quiet.

The Black Widow's nose wrinkled up at the mention of Claira Stanwyck. "That old ..." A sigh escaped as Kasidhe made an effort to use a less crude word. "... cow? As I seem to recall you were outperforming her before your instruction with her was even finished." Which no doubt made the other Healer double down on her terrible behavior towards Brielle. Made worse when she got the very position that Stanwyck had coveted.

"... and that she never quite was able to handle any of the more ornery individuals that were patients." Kasidhe remembered Brielle coming in late one night when they had been younger, absolutely incensed that her mentor had not handled a situation appropriately at all.

She was quiet as their nervous waiter appeared, pleased to see proper food had made its way to the table. (Bread was only so satisfying and not nearly as tasty as what was before her.) "Well, if you need any assistance, do let me know." Kasidhe getting involved was not messy but when someone needed to be taken out of play she was excellent.

It didn't even imply death!

With a smile and thanks--as Brielle had filled her plate as well--she focused back on the topic at hand. "That is sadly a very real problem, especially as we are so young. It just is not possible that we can know what we are doing or be capable of handling such positions." The Black Widow rolled her eyes. "Honestly, you're likely better off with a show of power and capability. Which is to say that the next time a situation comes up that Lady Stanwyck can't handle? Make an example of it." She paused. "As long as it doesn't endanger a patient, of course."

Offline Brielle Demorie

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Re: we all get a little wrecked sometimes
« Reply #9 on: Nov 05, 19, 10:07:26 PM »
Her lips twitched. An almost smile. Somehow Brielle knew exactly what Kasidhe was about to call Claira Stanwyck and also what she would use instead. Either term would suit the woman. Though cow was extra suitable as the other Healer had a plumpness to her that was no doubt cause by her ceaseless grazing on sweets. Claira was either talking or chewing. “And to think I had never, not once, publicly corrected her while she was my instructor.” She certainly had ample opportunity to do so.

Brielle nodded. “True enough. She’s a bit of a pushover, and the patients recognize it. It’s the same quality that makes her unsuited to leadership. But it means that other Healers enjoy working with her as she’ll end up doing the less savory aspects of a job without much of a quibble.”

The offer of assistance caused a real smile to bloom on Brielle’s face. “I know, and I will.” The Healer didn’t like thinking about her childhood very often – the memories were full of physical pain and confused weeping. But Kas was a familiar thread throughout those same memories – protecting her from other children that would try to tease her for her supposed sensitivity. It didn’t seem to matter that she was the Darker of the two or that she was fully capable of protecting herself; Kasidhe would always be ready and willing to provide support. It was simply a dynamic that followed them out of childhood. It also meant that as complicated as Brie found Kas to be, their friendship was anything but.

“That’s certainly on my to-do list.” And, especially after the morning she had, a task she’d enjoy doing. Brielle simply had to put some time aside so that she’d be present when such an opportunity presented itself. Dealing with Claira Stanwyck and intra-office politics was a larger task than she figured it would be. After lunch she’d be starting on another task: interviewing for a permanent escort. She stabbed a bit of food a little more viciously than necessary. It was annoying that she even required having a male under her foot at all times to ensure she didn’t break herself or some other idiotic outcome. But it was better that she find a single male to stalk her than deal with the ever revolving door of temps.

The last time she’d had dinner with her grandmother, her grandmother asked how her search for an escort was going. When Brielle said she was considering not having one at all, her grandmother might have been less shocked if Brie had stabbed her with a steak knife instead. Why was it that Healers were considered flighty and incompetent and needed keepers? Black Widows could be just as reckless and stupid while running around the Twisted Kingdom. She gave her friend a pointed look. “How come you don’t have to have an ‘escort’ follow you around while you work?”