Sen Leaness 3:02 AM
How did she get herself sucked into this shit again? She had sworn that it was just going to be a quick trip. In and out. No problem. Come and get supplies and head back out on the open road. But, no like the bad weed he was Andre had to come peeking out from the cracks of the sidewalk just begging her to try and pull him out. The only problem like the cracks she wasn't doing such a good job of getting rid of him. So, once again she had been sweep away by her own crazy impulses with a man who no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't shake.By all means, he was no good for her but despite her protests in called to her in some primal way like the beating of ritual drums rining through her body making her dance to a tune that only he could play. And play in the man did as if he knew exactly how she was going to react at any given moment and the precise way to sweep her up like a tornado flinging a house around to whatever location it willed. And she, unlike the house, was a willing victim a rider of the wind. Perhaps, it was true. Maybe she did crave the chaos. But, she wasn't about to tell him that.Instead, she would meet him here and see where this dance led her. It was always somewhere with him. Destinations she had never thought she would find herself yet they spoke to her soul. Places that spoke or power and intrigue, dark ancient secrets long buried in time. Almost as mysterious as the man himself. And that was what drew her to him.Stepping into the bar sparing not a glance for those around she made her way to a cozy little table. A bit of light shining down illuminating her features. Dark hair falling onto her shoulders, soft skin glowing slightly in the dim lighting as she grabbed a menu and glanced at it waiting for her companion to show up and to see on what crazy misadventure he was trying to drag her to this time.
Sen had known better. No, it was not should have known. It was known. Just known. She had never came into the city and left after gathering her supplies. It wasn't because Andre sought her out. Oh, nothing of that sort. Most of the time he didn't realize she had decided to visit the city until he found her standing before him. She was drawn to him like a moth drawn to the flame, and try as she might she couldn't resist his pull. He knew she tried. It was why she fled in the first place. If she kept herself occupied elsewhere she would not surrender to him. It was a foolish notion that she clung to desperately. Mostly because she had given herself to him completely the first time their eyes locked, and that frightening her. He understood why. How could such a thing not make someone uneasy? He was speaking to a part of her that dwelled within the depth. She could not hear what was being said, but she felt it. They both did. It was a song that they only knew. So, she ran. Fled as far and fast as her legs would carry her from her destiny because the world made her believe was wrong, but she came back. She always did and she always would.Someday she would accept the truth and stop running, but until then he would enjoy the moments her company while he had it. He had no idea how long she would be around. Sometimes she stays for only a few hours. Sometimes days or even weeks. Then there are those few times when her stay is so long that he begins to wonder if she finally accepted her place at his side, but eventually even then she reveals she have not. It was for this reason when he moved into the bar he did not expect to see her there. Some part of him expected to walk inside and not find her there. It wouldn't be the first time nor he believed the last. There were several people about. The place was lively, but not overly so. His eyes moved around his surrounding, taking note of everyone within but quickly dismissing them that is until he found the one he was searching for. Good, she decided to come. He walked to where she was sitting, leaning forward he whispered into her ear. "Sen" He purred her name out, caressed it with his tongue. "I am so glad you decided to come." These next words were spoken with confidence--almost overly so.He moved around her, allowing his finger to trace along her shoulder, down her neck, her shoulder and her arms until he was sitting across from her. "What do you know of the Voxnin?" He leaned back into his chair, releasing the hand that he had been holding in the process and waited for her answer.
Oh, she knew his thoughts on such matters. They had certainly gone around and around about it. Not really arguments per se but differing opinions on where and whom she belonged. Echos of the same discussion over and over always leading her back to him once again like a starving person to food unable to resist. Eating perhaps too fast till it made one sick. However, this city was the closest she had ever come to home. Not even the big house that she lived in as a child had felt that way.
Truth be told, it was difficult to imagine himself anywhere else, as well. This city was home. No, that wasn't right. It was more than home. The connection he felt to this city was more than a simple feeling of belonging. It felt like it was a part of him. He felt its pulsing as if it was his own---a silly concept perhaps. He resided in other places. Andre have traveled the world in search of different wonders and various magical artifacts. During these travels he might stay within an area, live among a people, but eventually Scin would pull him back. He imagined that was how Sen felt, but unlike her he never held the delusion of staying away. He always knew he would returned. Always wished that he did. As beautiful as these other places were none felt as right as Scin did.Amusement danced within his eyes when she smacked him with her menu, but it did not spread to any other part of his face. For those whom did not know, Andre that hint of emotion might have been missed, but Sen would know better. She would have seen him laughing even if his eyes had not twinkled so. Most saw a man whose emotions were hidden behind a carefully crafted mask. Some might even believe that he was a man incapable of feelings. Not Sen, through, she always knew what he was feeling even when he tried to hide it from her. "Stop what?" He inquired, knowing perfectly well what she was referring to but still trying to make her say it aloud nevertheless. He grabbed his own menu, looking it over even if he already knew what he was going to get.He nodded his head at her words. This was probably all the details that anyone knew of them. They were a secretive people whom are said were very good a blending in. There might even be a few Voxnin here. It is said there were a few within almost every cultural. He believed that this was what made them so dangerous. How could one defeat an enemy that was so good at blending in? However, he did not ask her the question because he wished for her to give him a three hour lecture on the Voxnin, but rather because he was trying to perk her interest. "They might be very good host. Perhaps, that is why those whom enter their lands never leave."
If one truly thought about it everything had a pulse or so she believed and it was those that could tap into that pulse that might find real power. Sure, they did it to some degree tapped into objects of power, places, or even beings that held magic. Even mined magic was tapping into that pulse in her mind. It was how her mind decided to explain it. So, perhaps being connected to a place meant you were somehow connected to whatever energy it eluded. Damn if she knew. She only knew that it felt more like home than anywhere but it was still missing something.If she asked him she could almost hear him say something along the lines of because you haven't admitted your place here that place is with him. If for no reason other than because she knew his thoughts as if they were her own as he seemed to know hers. They could read each other like the back of each other hand no matter how good their poker face.It was for this reason that she could see the amusement in his eyes and it made her want to hit him again but only fear of his further amusement stayed her hand. Instead, she placed an order before her eyes moving around wondering if such a creature might indeed be dwelling within the shadows like a venomous snake waiting to strike. Though in her mind the deadliest snake sat across from her. And its fangs were aimed for her heart.His words bringing a chuckle to her lips soft and deep. "I am sure that is the case. Either that or they have them for dinner." She said crossing her hands on table one over the other before leaning forward. "Why? Do they have something of worth?" It was the only reason she could imagine he would be asking after them. After all, she could read him like a book.
Thursday, August 22nd
Andre shared her sentiment regarding magic. Many a night they had discussed this subject along with countless others. It was easy talking to her. Perhaps, it was because when everything was said and done they had been made from the same cloth. How many could say they found the person whom complete them? He was certain there were plenty whom deluded themselves into believing that they had found their one true love. There were even some currently here. They laughed and giggle, they hugged and kissed, but at the end of the day their love went only so deep. This was not saying he believed his and Sen’s love was the only true one. He knew it wasn’t. He had seen others whose love ran just as deep—-until every inch of their body, mind and soul had been consumed by it. There was just none beside he and Sen within this place whom was that meant for each other.It was true he would have told her such if she had expressed that thought aloud. In fact, he had on a number of occasions—-every time she returns if one wants to get technical. She might have stayed her hand, but just like she could read his amusement he could see her desire to hit him yet again. This only further his amusement. The woman whom took their order eyes were too close together, but other than that she wasn’t half bad. He wouldn’t call her a beauty. Just slightly above average. “Can I get a cheesy bacon cheeseburger with a fried egg on top, and a vanilla milkshake”He watched as she made her way towards the kitchen before turning back towards Sen, and almost like on cue his familiar, a golden Cobra named Germaine, slithered out from his place within Andre’s shirt as if tell Sen that her thought about the man sitting across from her was indeed a snake. Just as quickly as he appeared he vanished once again and the only thing Andre did was smile his biggest We’re going to pretend I don’t have a snake in my shirt, right? Just like with his snake that smile vanished just as quickly as it appeared. “That’s a possibility” He was not one to dismiss anything—-especially not when it is regarding a people he knows so little about. “I want to check out The Red River there” he had leaned forward to whisper this into her ear, returning back to his chair to await her response once he did. (edited)
To be honest they had so many things in common at least when it came to their thoughts on magic. It might be those easy conversations that brought her back to him time and again. Whom was she fooling? That was only part of the equation. The pull between them had always been deeper, like the sea dark and deep, and vast to such a degree one might never uncover all the layers. Add to that a sexy body, a voice a silken to convince the most pious soul to sin, and a power that bordered on own's darkest imaginings. To say she had been helplessly trapped since the beginning would be quite the understatement.And here he was luring her once again into some sort of scheme. The server was almost a welcome distraction to her ever-wandering mind but like so many things she was gone in a flash. Leaving her with a man that was both her salvation and destruction in equal parts. And as if her thoughts gave birth to reality his snake peeked out to look at her. She should have known he would not be without it. A stark reminder of just how true her assessments truly happened to be.Any thoughts were caught within her throat before they could be voiced as she blinked at him. She could almost read his thoughts the rumors of its magic an unknown, untapped source. What secrets could be unwrapped from it? The risk was extremely high and the water toxic. So, many obstacles to such an endeavor begged the question. "Are you mad?"
Whoop dee doo. A pretty girl with a voice like silk walks into a bar and starts chatting up a handsome fellow about serious topics. They’re both guarded, and Cerridwen would swear on the moons that they either fucked before or wanted to. Just get it over with, you fucking pious little prissy pussies. Just fuck. Just fuck. JUST FUCK.Not very nice.We don’t do nice.Bad way make friends.No need of friend.Her eyes flicker to Arlo, soaking him up like a sponge, pulling his visage into the dark depths of her vicious, feral orbs. Friend or foe? Trick question:All are foe.He reminded her of Hammond.. somehow.. And perhaps an echo of an ache in a hollow cavity where a heart might have lived resounds. Maybe it’s those tousled locks, his dark curls, the magnetic magic emanating from him, oozing from his pores. Perhaps it’s the way he holds himself, the pride, the power, and yet.. is that a twinge of humility? Maybe it’s that lack of a sense of danger. He walked straight up to her: the audacity.Without a single care in the world, he approached her. Albeit, slowly, but he did it anyway, In spite of every fiber of him telling him no, warning him no. She always liked that about Hammond. He wasn’t afraid of anything.. and now she wasn’t either. But hers is for real. Hers is a lack of conscience, a lack of care, a lack of feeling. Pretty little burned sociopath, a permanent fixture, perhaps.Her voice is not satin. Her voice is not pretty. Her voice is not captivating in the same way a growl from a feral beast is not captivating. But it demands the same attention, commands the same amount of fear, the same kind of hair-raising resonance. Cerridwen does not sound like a beautiful woman, but like a whisper in the dark in a room where you thought you were alone:“Baby deer.. Wander into the dark forest, into the trees.. Does Baby not see the wolf watching him?”Her head cocks to one side so quick one might have expected a crack to go along with it. Instead, it’s a toss of indigo hairs spilling over her right shoulder as she studies him. From his proximity, he can see where the flames of her sins have touched her entire form. The left side of her face, the entirety of her left arm, spanning across her shoulder, down her chest, over her breast, her neck. She dons what could have been perceived as sexy on literally anybody else. Her black lace teddy dips low between her burnt breasts, rising high on bony hips, so sheer in some spots he could make out more of her burns, while teasingly covering the most delectable bits with opaque black roses, dotted perfectly over pert nipples and a poison pussy. Thigh high stockings are held up by little clips, and draped over her shoulders and pooling at her planted ass is a long lace kimono in a similar pattern and even darker black. On any other woman, it might have been absolutely delectable, but on Miss Cerridwen Noble, well.. it didn’t take too good of vision to see she was a bad apple, rotten to her core.Her blackened lips peel back to reveal her venomous smile, and she answers his question more thoroughly.. or at least in a way that doesn’t sound so cryptic.“We live here.. yes.. The quiet is nice, the clerk is silent, the walls aren’t thin. Cerridwen Noble can do as she pleases..”A headline memory:A KILLER FOUND: CERRIDWEN NOBLE AGED 59 CYCLES FOUND GUILTY OF THE DOUBLE HOMICIDE OF HAMMOND TRUE AND CRESIDA RAY (edited)
Andre was rarely without Germaine, and the few occasion he was he felt incomplete. Did the other witches feel the same way about their familiars? He heard of witches going mad when their familiars were killed. Was it because some vital part of themselves had been destroyed in the process? Or was the madness the result of other tortures besides the death of their familiar? The last was likely considering how many of the mad witches he knew were victims of the coterie. Through, not every crazed witch familiar were dead. It goes to show that no one knew what the Coetrie would do with those whom they deemed an enemy. It truly depended on the individual and how much free reign their superior gave to punishing those whom had broken the Coetrie law.There it was---the reaction he was waiting for. One would be hard pressed not to think someone was mad for suggesting such a thing. He very well could be asking her on a suicide mission. It is said no one whom have ventured into the Voxnin lands have ever returned, but he likes to think there was a first time for everything. Nothing last forever. Even the stars fade away. Through, he imagine that if he does manage to pull this off that he will not be the Voxnin best friend, but then again whom knew how they would react to such a thing. They were a mysterious people whom were mired in shadows. Whatever consequences came from this action he will deal with. It was his way. It was true that he planned. He was one whom never did anything half ass. He was not the sort that leaped first ask question later, but he realized that you can't prepare for everything. You needed to possess a certain knack for thinking on your feet. "Are you saying you aren't interested?" He knew better and his tone made that perfectly clear.
joined #cocktails-n-dreams.
Saturday, August 24th
Truth be told she was rarely without hers either. Though she could hardly smuggle an owl into a bar under her shirt. So, the snow-white owl was outside perched on a nearby tree within her line of sight. It would come if she needed it but chances were in this place she wouldn't. True that dangerous elements might come in for a drink or even make this place their home but she was confident enough in her own abilities not to mention Andre was with her. They did make one hell of a team.The true challenge, however, lay within his question. It was definitely the biggest risk either of them had taken. The benefits though could be truly amazing and even more so for whatever plans he had. She wondered if it fell in with his plans for the alignment because that would tell her how much time they had to prepare. Even if she was sure he had already planned for all the thoughts going through her head. Like, how to contain the water for example. She might even be slightly flattered that he asked her to go along. "Maybe." She said even though she realized that he knew better. "When would we leave?" She asked tilting her head to the side waiting to see how much of a rush he was putting on this task."Did I tell you I had a dream?" It was something that happened from time to time. Not exactly common but she had learned to trust these dreams. It was the best way she could describe them. They weren't always clear most the time they were in symbols or codes that had to be figured out. But, she had learned to trust them.
Sunday, August 25th
An adept walks into a bar—It sounds like the start to a bad joke, but here Arlo stands, surrounded by faces he knew and faces he did not. Tonight, his business is personal, though, and existed entirely—well, almost entirely—separate of the coterie.Part curiosity and part random selection finds him exchanging words with this bruised soul of a woman, who frankly looks like she’s seen better days. Instinctively, he keeps still, as if trying to demonstrate for some carnivorous creature that he meant no immediate threat. As a reserved, often introverted man, Arlo felt that rarely appeared outright threatening to anyone, but his occupation and participation as an Adept, often led others to disagree with him. Anyone who held power risked being feared. It did not matter how they held it, whether it remained tucked in their pockets or cradled in their arms, holstered like a pistol or hoisted up over their shoulder like a rocket ready to obliterate on command.She speaks poetry in her smoker-voice rasp. Did she just refer to him as a baby? This made him laugh, a sound he relished often but which often also had bad timing. His two note laugh is too loud, briefly punctuating the otherwise low-key atmosphere of the bar.He waits again, watching, but feels no need to respond to her cryptic questioning. Arlo is already beginning to understand that it is likely she speaks like this often, using hypothetical metaphors to compare others and herself to prey and predator. Could she not recognize another predator when it presented itself, she wondered? Arlo is subtle in nature, but prey he is not.“We live here...yes.”We? He wonders, amused once again. Uninvited, he slides into the booth, occupying the space directly across from Cerridwen, who looks as if she forgot to appropriately dress herself this morning. He wonders if she isn’t cold. The lace sits properly, framing curves in the right places but fails to display in a way that would normally entice. He isn’t sure if this has more to do with personality rather than something inherently wrong with the form. Scars aside—those have never deterred his appreciation of the female body—he could not pinpoint what unsettles him. Perhaps it is the result of his neurotic nature which makes him want to tidy things until they are just so. He doubts the woman would appreciate him wanting to fix the unruly that has crept into her hair or wipe clean the black that has tainted her mouth.
Andre imagines that most witches aren’t far from their familiar, and if possible they manage to smuggle them inside their clothings. He could picture Sen trying to smuggle her owl inside her blouse. The snow-white owl would look perfect snugged between her breath. Probably get a lot of strange looks if she came waltzing into Cocktails and dreams with an owl stuffed in her shirt. This was probably why her owl was sitting outside on a nearby tree—most likely... yep... a look little to the left and could see the snow-white avian as clear as day. It was also that action that allowed him to notice a few other things. The servers seem a little uneasy about going near a table behind him. It wasn’t behind him exactly, but required him to turn his head a little more than he was willing at the moment. He could only imagine what had them on edge—a dangerous element. Plenty of such things came into this place all them. Whom knows five more might walk in at anymore, but he wasn’t concerned. Some might call it foolish or stupid.He returned his attention back towards Sen. Just as their server set their drinks before them “Your food will be out in a few” She said before making her rounds to her other tables.Andre only nodded at her before grabbing his shake and taking a drink. He smiled at her word. This time it spread across his face instead of just being contained within his eyes. He did know better. Her maybe was as good of an admittance as any. “After the alignment” He might be considered foolish in many ways, but understanding the risk regarding a venture into the Voxnin land was not one of them. They might be among the countless others whom enters but never leave. He wished for his next stage for the Insurgency to go off without a hitch, and it wouldn’t be able to do that if he was off playing somewhere else. Once his plans for the alignment was complete Andre believed the Insurgency would be able to continue towards their goal even with his absence“No, you forgot to mention that” His said while his eyes told her to tell him more. Sen’s dreams was not something he dismissed. Dreams were not something he dismissed period. He had learned a long time ago that dreams held many truths—more truths than most can imagine. (edited)
Yesterday
That was for sure not to mention she was pretty sure it was too big to fit in her shirt but it would be quite the sight indeed. Even if she imagined this place to be used to animals coming in just maybe not peering out of a shirt they were clearly too big to hide in. She was unaware of the unease of some around them but it didn't phase her. Mostly because she was normally prepared and being here was no exception."Thank you." She told the server taking her ice cream soda and taking a sip. She nodded and a part of her wanted to ask what his plans for the alignment happened to be. But, she knew he wouldn't tell her here in front of so many prying eyes and even if he did he wouldn't tell her all of it. Perhaps, more than he would tell others and knowing him as she did she could guess the rest. Damn. Sometimes it did feel like they were one person. The thought had her mumbling under her breath as she took another drink in an effort to hide it."Yes. It was about a white raven. It was black and first but then it took to the sky and became white. I think I might have heard a story about a white one before some silly myth." (edited)
That's where the strange looks would come from. No one would be the wiser if the owl could fit perfectly within her shirt. Through, this place was probably used to animals coming in----even if it wasn't a familiar. He saw no animal allowed sign posted anywhere, or maybe it was simply one of those rules that no one seem to enforce. It might be only familiars are allowed, but pets are not. However, no one wants to ask if the bird someone has perched on their shoulder is a familiar lest they offend.It was dangerous to reveal such plans in public like this. One never knew whose ears might be listening. Only a fool spoke their secrets in the middle of the crowd and expected it to stay that way. Of course, there were risk revealing secrets period. It is said the best kept secrets are the ones that are shared with no one, but Andre's plan was not one of them. He needed the help of others for the next stage of the Insurgency's plans to commence, but this did not mean he talked about it willy nilly whenever the mood struck him. That was the best way to derail his plan and ruin every chance the Insurgency had to achieve their dream. He only gave a bit of information to this person, another bit to that, then a little bit more to yet another person that way if the Coetrie comes to learn any part of the plan he would have some idea whom to blame. This was not saying they weren't capable of figuring it out. It was just saying the likelihood of them figuring it out without eavesdropping on a member of the Insurgency was slim, and just because it happened doesn't mean he thought the one whom gave the Coetrie was a traitor---just foolish, which could be even more dangerous. However, Sen was probably one of the only person whom could figure everything out just from a sliver of information. It stemmed from the fact they were so much alike."Oh? What myth is that?" He had heard many myths with white ravens before, and curious if they were thinking of the same one.
They probably did allow them if for no other reason than not causing some witch to get all in an uproar over the issue. Just as asking about an animal might offend someone. Places like this tried to avoid such things whenever possible. And that was exactly why she didn't ask. If she wanted to know she would discuss it in a much more private location."That once upon a time they were all white. But, turned black some say from smoke from giving ancient people fire, others like a light to the dark thing, or from that, they were guiding spirits and as corruption ran rampant their wings changed to match, Depends on the culture and such but the feeling is they mean something like the end of corruption or some might even say a return to old ways or powers. Some stories say they show a birthright." She shrugged. "It just seemed worth mentioning."
More than likely. and truth be told it didn't take much to tell the difference between a familiar and a regular animal. Places like this were probably well versed in those differences. It probably wouldn't be good for business if they scared some of their clientele away. Through, with the recent attacks by a radical hedge witch group might have some supporting the ban of witches period in such establishment as this.
People said a lot of things some actually having merit. She was unsure exactly how far the coterie's influence reached and sometimes she was afraid to find out. And talking in private was much better then somethings s they might be doing. She just nodded at his words. "Indeed. It could mean looking for something or someone. What happened to the girl?" She asked out of curiosity. After all, there were a thousand possibles things that could have happened.She smiled as the food was brought to their table before taking a bite of her soup. Stirring the soup for a moment her thoughts wandering somewhere else suddenly before shaking her head and looking up. "Anyways, I am sure we will figure it out."
He knew the coetrie had their hands in a lot of things, and it wouldn't surprised him if their influence didn't reach everywhere. Through, he would be lying if he tried to tell himself that he was truly obvious to the Coetrie's way. He had been raised among them. During his youth he had learned magic the coetrie way until he reached the tender age of sixteen and decided that he was tired of being restricted, and begun to search for new ways to use his craft. Not that he didn't have sparks of rebellion before than. He was always, well, a bit well Andre Lisle---a soul that seemed to march to the beat of his own drum to put it mildly. There were those whom might claim his descent into a hedge witch was only expected. "They say she and her entire family were slaughtered." His tone made it clear that he didn't exactly believe this, but he had no proof of this. Well, not until recently. He heard her name being mentioned around town, but there was no way to know for certain if they were one in the same. It was difficult to imagine that they weren't, but he had heard of stranger things.He turned towards his food, eating in silence for a few moments before asking Sen. "Don't we always? With you by my side we can do anything." He didn't add that's why you should stay. He didn't need to add such a thing. It was there within his tone.
She had been raised among them as well. Her father strict in his training of his only child. So, much so that home had felt more like a cage than anything else. He ha his ideas on what she was supposed to become and anything less was unheard of. This might have been what fueled her rebellion or maybe she always had such a nature and the reason she hated her father was because he tried to keep her from it."Hmm." She wondered about that trying to recall if she had heard any stories about it while tapping her finger on the table. Her eyes narrowing with his words as she let out a sigh. "You would say that." Her eyes drifting towards the door. "Even if I didn't think you get me into trouble. Staying in one place may not be the wisest thing for me."
Today
Yes, she had. The fact they had been raised among the Coetrie had just been another thing they had bonded over. Andre wondered how many hedges had similar upbringing as them. Similar in the sense that they were raised within the Coetrie. There upbringing were different in many ways. Andre was one of many children, and the youngest to boot. His parents were too busy giving his older siblings attention to take much notice of him. He blended in the background until it became clear he was the child with the true talent. It was funny how his parents' gaze turned towards him then. It was a little too late for that. He was too old for them to try to mold into their perfect air. Not that such a thing would have worked anyways. Even among his tutors that his parents had provided him even before his talent was noticed, because a Lisle simply must have the best, he had not been the most obedient child. He did what he wanted regardless of what others claimed the rules to be. His cage was a different sort, but that didn't make it less suffocating.It was something that people like their father would never understand. He had never met her father, but he like to imagine that her father and his were the same sort. The type of men whom believed in order. and following the rules. There were precise ways to use your magic and where you were allowed to get them from. Gaining and using them in any other ways were simply unheard of. He knew exactly how his father felt when he realized the path Andre had decided to take, but he didn't cut him off. Oh, no he would never do that. Having a son whom didn't obey the Coetrie way was one thing, but disowning him and making his shame public knowledge was just something he couldn't do. It might also be that he thought he could convince Andre to fall in line. His mother. Well, his mother was just the ever obedient wife. Whatever her husband thought so did she. He despised his mother more. He hated her weakness. He hated her incapability to think for herself. Through, he didn't know if her opinion would actually be different. He just know that he would never know.Through, that was one of the reasons why he was so drawn to Sen. He knew she would never agree with him simply for the sake of it. He knew she was stronger than that, and he loved her for her independence. If she had heard any stories regarding such a thing it might have been when she was very young. She was around the same age this witch child would have been if she was still alive. Truth be told, she was the same age as his daughters. "I can help keep you safe." It was not I can keep her safe---even if he wished to do such a thing. He would not dismiss her ability to defend herself, through. She had traveled the world and its seas a thousand times over. She could defend any monster just as well as he.
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