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Author Topic: Herding Black Sheep  (Read 523 times)

Description: attn. Brennan

Offline Honora Devlin Dunne

  • Character Account: HBC Vet
    • yellow2rose
    • queen
    • Role

      Ruler of Kilvary Province

    • Faction

      Court of Kilvary

    • Territory

      Scelt

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      Jamie (originally White)

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Herding Black Sheep
« on: Nov 05, 18, 12:05:07 PM »
The Devlin siblings had been exceptionally close while growing up together as a large, loud and rambunctious family. When Honora had been adopted into their loving ranks she had not been prepared for the organized chaos that was the beating heart of the siblings. Over the years more were added to their numbers as their father could hardly resist taking in a suffering child. Throughout that chaotic but beautiful childhood she had always been the quiet one but with a back bone of iron. When Honora spoke the siblings listened and heeded the Queen.

Of course she had never been destined to be their Queen, no. That role had always been slated and preserved for Loreniel Killan. Honora might have been jealous of the loyalty her siblings paid the Black Widow Queen, but she too owed that same loyalty to Lore. And the Queens, in their shared experiences and caste, had grown inordinately close during those adolescent years. Rather than seeing one another as rivals they saw each other as confidants of the highest power and came to rely on one another during difficult times.

When Honora’s husband had been murdered she had returned to the loving embrace of her family and friends within the Court of Scelt to seek solace. Her Court was dissolved, and her mourning had been consuming.

In time she had been coaxed into starting her own Court again so that she could support the continued embattled leadership of Loreniel Killan. During a moment of weakness, she had felt jealous of the Queen’s command of Honora’s siblings’ loyalty, but she forced it away before it could take root in her soul. None of her siblings joined her Court, a fact that hurt her tremendously, and she was cut off from the very support system she desperately needed.

Now, with one less sibling, she felt the distance between them all even more. If not for them she might have broken down during Brighe’s funeral service. The kind-hearted sister had always felt closer to Honora than any blood relation could have for their shared history and position within their adopted family.

After the briefest of encounters with her brother Brennan, the true black sheep of the family, she had decided to try and close the gap between him and the rest of the family. Honora knew he would never fully embrace the Devlin siblings, or larger Clan, but she had hoped that he might embrace more intimate arrangements with individual siblings. And on that premise and theory she sent him an invitation to visit her Court for tea in an informal setting.

Honora could not remember the last time that she and Brennan had spent any significant amount of time together. She knew she was often seen as the disciplinarian amount the siblings, often called (with affection) the ‘dainty dictator’. Yet her kindness had always won her a close relationship with the various siblings and she hoped it might be the case again with Brennan. He had spent too many years away from his family and it shouldn’t have taken such a tragedy to see him once again among their ranks.

She had given her butler precise instructions to show Brennan to her private quarters and the sitting room she had finished decorating in a manner all her own. Plush and comfortable chairs and couches provided plenty of sitting space with light pastel colors and brightened up the stone room. A castle didn’t always need to be gray and dark and Honora had taken it to heart when creating her own inner sanctuary in Kilvary. She had taken over the master suite of her childhood home, where Liam Devlin had once ruled Kilvary from, when she’d created her Court in the Province seat. And in the process she had softened many of the hard edges of the stone castle and brought a softness all her own to the interior.

Offline Brennan Devlin

  • Character Account
    • pd2opal
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Re: Herding Black Sheep
« Reply #1 on: Nov 16, 18, 01:56:15 AM »
Brennan told himself that showing up was just service to his larger plan. He didn’t need anything from his family. They’d all made their choices over the years, and they’d chosen Brogan and his bitch of a Queen. If not for Saskia’s needs and the goals of the Lace Initiative, Brennan wouldn’t have written back to Honora at all. But when Brennan reviewed the missive, he saw a way to turn Honora’s good will to his advantage. It was a long shot, but having a Queen sing his praises would go a long, long way to making Saskia’s plan more successful. He just had to survive a little bit of family time to get it done.

Today, the needs of the many outweighed his need for comfort.

Brennan trimmed his beard and bought himself new clothes. Whether or not he wanted to be here, he was a Prince and he would conduct himself like one. His (adopted) sister was a Province Queen and if word of this got back to his father, or Brogan, he would have them hear how he showed up and showed her the respect due her station. He’d done the same after the funeral, not wanting any trace of his prior resentment to be detected by his family.

Honora’s butler was professional, even a warm, and showed him inside quickly. He didn’t turn up his nose at Brennan’s arrival the way most of his family would have. The man also didn’t try to make small-talk with him, which Brennan appreciated. He was good at small-talk, but it quickly chafed him and rubbed his nerves raw. Once inside Honora’s private sitting room, Brennan smiled at his sister and stepped forward to offer his hands in greeting.

Lady Dunne, thank you for taking the time to meet with me.” he said, keeping his tone formal before the Dainty Dictator. He’d let her decide how hard they stood on Protocol, so as not to give offense. He didn’t think that the barrier between them would remain for long, but he also wanted to prove that he was still well-versed in Protocol and its cues.

I’m sorry about, Brighe. It…” he sighed, seeming to struggle with the words. “I thought I was past all the death and sadness. This whole thing hasn’t sat well with me.

I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to just start running my mouth. Uh, how are you doing?


Offline Honora Devlin Dunne

  • Character Account: HBC Vet
    • yellow2rose
    • queen
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      Ruler of Kilvary Province

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      Court of Kilvary

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      Scelt

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      Jamie (originally White)

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Re: Herding Black Sheep
« Reply #2 on: Nov 20, 18, 01:24:04 PM »
Honora took a moment to study Brennan as he entered her quarters. The perpetual look of seriousness still haunted the angular lines of his face, but she had not expected that to change in the matter of years. Joy and mirth had not been emotions that Brennan had ever seemingly been comfortable embracing. Like his blood brother, Brogan, he was more prone to bouts of dark broodiness and serious contemplation.

The beard was new. It took her a moment to determine that she liked it on him and to acknowledge that it differentiated him from Brogan tremendously. The brothers had always looked a like but now they were like night and day. Certainly, their brooding expressions were identical beneath facial hair, and their eyes were like glassy mirrors, but the beard transformed Brennan’s face. He looked far more roguish like this and perhaps even a bit more dangerous, though Honora knew better.

Brennan greeted her with perfect Protocol, something she had once trained him on, and it made her smile. A gentle smile of acceptance and appreciation that she had likely bestowed upon him a thousand times before.

Palpable sadness filled her at mention of Brighe’s death. Honora might have been the adopted sister who was a Queen, but Brighe had been the heart and soul of their group of siblings. Where Honora had always kept herself slightly distant, knowing that her siblings would serve Loreniel and not herself, it was Brighe who had engaged and embraced each sibling in turn. Honora never would have wished her caring, loving and spirited sister any harm, but there had always been an element of jealousy that had embarrassed Honora when it came to her sister. She was not, by nature, a jealous person.

With a touch of empathetic craft she laid a hand on Brennan’s arm with a touch of warmth and calmness to share with her brother. “The beauty of a sibling relationship is that we can just run our mouth whenever it’s needed.” She rested her hand on his arm but somehow managed to direct him to a set of chairs sat before a warm fire and a table laden with drink and food. “There is nothing formal about this meeting. At least nothing I intended.” She released his arm only to take the chair further away but with enough room that she could reach him with a tender touch should she need to.

It was heart-warming to see her brother here, in her Court, after many years spent separated. She was surrounded here but many of Clan Dunne and some cousins from Clan Devlin, but none of her own people who would be true to her heart.

Offline Brennan Devlin

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    • pd2opal
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Re: Herding Black Sheep
« Reply #3 on: Jan 28, 19, 02:13:25 AM »
Perhaps it was best that he didn’t expect Honora to offer him the benefit of her Craft, for he would have declined if he had any warning. He wanted no reason to feel relaxed in her presence, but the warmth and calmness she provided helped him to think. Honora wasn’t a bad person, but she was a Queen. Queens had expectations of the world and the people around them, expectations that Brennan wasn’t comfortable letting anyone place upon him without his leave. Mention of Brighe caused her a bit of pain and a thread of annoyance welled up in the Opal Prince as he sat down.

One dead girl made everyone lose their little minds.

Yeah, it’s nice to just be able to talk sometimes, Honora. I can’t really do that with anyone else.” he said, smiling at her. He would reach for the nearby pitcher of water and pour himself a glass. Then he took up his plate with some of the nearby cheese and crackers to start off. Brennan had a very healthy appetite on account of his Opal Jewel, but he liked to sharpen it with smaller bites of food to begin. It also allowed him to participate in the discussion more than if he was cramming his mouth full of food.

Brennan sipped his water for a moment and considered which words would make his sister most likely to part with information he could use.

But really, Honora, how are you doing?” he asked, popping a cracker into his mouth.

Offline Honora Devlin Dunne

  • Character Account: HBC Vet
    • yellow2rose
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    • Role

      Ruler of Kilvary Province

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      Court of Kilvary

    • Territory

      Scelt

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      Jamie (originally White)

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Re: Herding Black Sheep
« Reply #4 on: Jan 28, 19, 04:32:32 AM »

Growing up with four brothers who wore Dark Jewels had taught Honora how to anticipate their appetites. She watched with pleasure as Brennan helped himself to the spread she had arranged. Cook was already on stand by to deliver more at a moment's notice if Brennan devoured the current offering. She had always kept small treats at hand when they had been growing up as a way to incentivize Brogan and Brennan, and occasionally it worked on her older brothers Kean and Aidan as well.

Brennan had spent many years being elusive and keeping his distance from the family, which had hurt Honora in many ways. She had always made an effort to be the one sibling who didn't judge him harshly for his "black sheep" behaviours and she had made every effort to always make him feel welcome and comfortable. They had a unique relationship compared to the rest of the siblings as they were both outsiders in their own rights.

How was she doing? The question gave her pause for a moment.

The death of their sistter had left her in a tumultous place but she had been there before. The sympathy she had once received regarding the death of her husband had stagnated over time and now only came with the mention of his name, which grew rarer and rarer. Duty had forced her to take control of the Kilvary Province following the death of her brother Aidan Devlin in Dharo, for which no justice had ever been achieved. Where other Queens, like Taryn Kerry, were courted for their power and beauty Honora received almost no male attention. And certainly none that would make her blood boil or offer her any level of temptation. Her family - her adopted family - served another Queen. And she could have succumbed to jealousy but it was not in her nature and she loved Loreniel far too much for that.

Yet how could one succinctly summarize those emotions to a brother who struggled with the concept of empathy? Honora was not blind to the deficiency in Brennan's personality, it had been something she was aware of since childhood, but he seemed at his calmest and most understanding when in her presence. And therefore she did not want to burden him with the struggles she faced.

So instead of unleashing a torrent of pent up emotions she focused on one or two. She wanted to share this moment with her brother but she did not want to overwhelm either of them with the bottled emotions she kept tightly locked behind the visage of a perfect Queen.

"Ruling again is a challenge." She confessed. "I had not anticipated building a Court again, not without Donagh." After the death of her husband all thos years ago she had closed her Court and returned to the arms of her family. When she'd created this new Court many of Clan Dunne had come willingly to serve their Queen. "And it's lonely, to be honest. Lonely without him. And I don't want to replace him, but it's lonely also because no one sees me as a woman." Honora blushed and glanced away from her brother. Really, she was shocked she'd mentioned such a thing to Brennan.

Offline Brennan Devlin

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Re: Herding Black Sheep
« Reply #5 on: Apr 03, 19, 12:06:12 AM »
Brennan ate and listened to Honora, sifting through her words for the emotions beneath. The death of her husband was a wound that would have broken most people for the rest of their lives. Honora had never been that kind of person, but Brenna wouldn’t have blamed her. She stepped away from ruling for a time and found a way to put her life back together. When the time came again for her to answer the call, she did so because she was a Queen and because ruling was as natural to her as breathing.

She talked of the challenges of ruling again, and how lonely it was without her husband. Reading between the lines told Brenna just how lonely Honora truly was. She was still loyal to her husband’s memory, making it harder for her to let him go and find new love with another person. A Queen who wasn’t being tended to physically and emotionally would eventually compromise her judgement. No amount of attention from Bonded or the other members of her Court would really get through to her the way she seemed to need.

Is there truly no one, Honora?” Brennan asked, forcing a bit of warmth into his voice. He enjoyed her admission in the clinical sense because he wanted to understand his sister and learn what made her tick. The more he knew, the better he could guide her down the path he desired in the future. But this was a serious need on her part. A tense Queen who could only relax in private would do extensive damage to her Court long before anyone noticed.

I understand loneliness, you know. It’s not like anyone’s rushing to invite me to family stuff. You’re the only one that’s ever really tried.” Brennan said, offering a tight, sad smile.

I know that you don’t want to replace Donagh. No one would every ask you to push him out of your thoughts and your heart. But the moment that you find someone you can share yourself with...you’ll have done just that. But rather than thinking about replacing him...would you consider a different question?” he asked.

Would Donagh want you to go through your life missing him? Would he ask you to be alone or would he suggest that you remain open to finding someone new?

Offline Honora Devlin Dunne

  • Character Account: HBC Vet
    • yellow2rose
    • queen
    • Role

      Ruler of Kilvary Province

    • Faction

      Court of Kilvary

    • Territory

      Scelt

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

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      Jamie (originally White)

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Re: Herding Black Sheep
« Reply #6 on: Apr 03, 19, 03:44:32 PM »
At times Honora felt that those around her only saw the title, Queen of Kilvary, and little else. Even those who had known her for some time seemed to see her in that capacity. As if when her husband died she had become a shell of a witch that represented the Caste and little else. Queens were always useful and needed, especially in a Territory such as Scelt, but they were more than a Caste, a title or some position they held in Blood society. They were the sum of all those features and a thousand more.

“There’s no one.” She consented after a moment’s pause to truly consider her options. Her Court consisted of members of Clan Devlin or Clan McKinnon – her adopted and biological families – and Clan Dunne. None of which would have allowed her a suitable choice for Consort, or even someone to simply bring her companionship. It was an unusual circumstance she found herself in deep within the Province of Kilvary.

The memory of her husband could hardly keep her warm at night, after all.

Brennan’s relationship with their family was even more strained than Honora’s own. She hid her emotions well from their siblings and had managed to convince them that it hadn’t hurt when they’d chosen to serve Loreniel and not Honora. It had never been a competition or even a question between the Queens; Honora had been raised to understand that her siblings would serve the ruling Queen of Scelt. And that would not be her.

“You are always welcome in my home, Brennan, and I hope you never doubt that.” Honora reassured him with the warmth of a (slightly) older sister.

Brennan’s words were thought provoking. What would Donagh have wanted for Honora’s future? He had loved to bring her joy and happiness with even the smallest of gestures. Each morning he had ensured a pot of tea was brewing in her office before she had even arrived. It was the tiniest of gestures but the one she had come to miss the most after his death. She’d stopped drinking tea for a time as it had brought her too much pain.

“He would want me to find peace with my situation, but also find a way to move on.” She admitted with only a small amount of hesitation. Donagh would have wanted to see her smile every day and find joy in the rare ray of Sceltic sunshine, or the wag of a Sceltie’s tail. The minute details of life that brought such joy and pleasure to Honora during her marriage. “For me it’s about being able to find a way to move on but without forgetting who he was and what he meant to me.” No one could replace him, and Honora acknowledged that she’d never marry again but that did not preclude her from finding a Consort or a lover from time to time.

 

 

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