Timeline: 29th February 2024, Thursday, noon.
Location: Château de Ensorceler, Chenonceaux, France.
Mood: Quiet.IMPULSIVE.
Attire: See above.
Music: ANGIE by The Rolling Stones.
Wyatt came to France for a business deal. And to visit someone he hasn’t seen in a while… Yes, this is a very, very impulsive decision, he’d say. But not once did he try to turn around on the way to Chenonceaux which is more than two hours away from Paris…
“It isn’t bedtime though,” Klaus chewed on his lip, considering the request. Mid afternoon on a Thursday was hardly the atmosphere for such a tale.
“And you haven’t allowed me to tell you one in years.” Now suspicion laced his voice, brow furrowed as he eyed his daughter.
“Johan…” Nina put the phone down slightly, not enough to end the call but enough so that he knew he was the center of her attention and so the person on the other end wouldn’t hear anything. “I love you… know this… but I can’t stay here forever.”
He was probably confused, of course, he would be. His form of love did not work in the way Nina’s did. It didn’t work in the way anyone else’s did. And it was from this confusion that he felt an intense, but cold rage, directed at her. Nina could feel it in the way it chilled her bones.
“I love you, Johan… Johan look at me.” She reached out to him. He flinched away from it. “You’ll always be a part of my life, Johan… It doesn’t matter who I end up with, you will always be the most important thing to me.” Her hand reached him, caressing his cold cheek.
“What did you expect to happen? That I would never find someone? That I would just live with only you forever? That I didn’t want a family?” Nina immediately regretted that last part, especially the way it came out. He was her family, the only family she had left. But Nina wanted more. She wanted a simple life after all the chaos she endured. She wanted a husband and children. She wanted the same for him, but what he was insinuating was crazy.
Almost like the thoughts of a child, but corrupted. Did he just want to be with her and stay that way for the rest of his life? He had to want more… right?
“Johan I didn’t mean it li-“ He yanked the phone out of her hand and spoke to her boyfriend with a calmness that was completely opposed to how he had spoken before. It didn’t reach his eyes. He asked him where he was and if he wanted to come over, right now. After a couple of nods on Johan’s end and the call was over. Johan straightened out and put the phone down.
At first, Nina was too shocked to react or think. Then she realized.
Her eyes went wide with horror, Johan turned his back toward her and left the room. Nina followed. “Johan! Johan! Wait!” She grabbed his black sweater, shaking.
“J-Johan… please… please don’t hurt him. If you’re mad at me take it out on me! Don’t hurt my boyfriend please!”
He stared down at her, any closer and their faces would be touching. She was shaking, but she still held his gaze with fury. The body of the man who tried to hurt her on the floor. Johan had killed him, killed him so she wouldn’t have too. She didn’t want him to die though, she could have handled it! She was just about to knock him out!
“S-stop…” She started quietly, shaking with rage. “Stop protecting me like this!” She pushed him away. Tears of frustration fell from her eyes. “You taking on the burden of everything bad that happens to me is exactly how people get killed!” She grabbed him by the collar and yanked him down. Her hair fell in front of her eyes with the harsh movement. “I don’t want your help! I can protect myself! He didn’t have to die!”
She breathed in and out for several moments, finding her brother wasn’t reacting to her. He looked down at her with haunted eyes, realizing how deeply he disappointed her. She gulped and looked down. All at once the anger left her body, she felt like he took a screw and twisted it into her heart. She hated seeing him like this. Seeing how human he still was, sometimes she wondered why… why couldn’t he be an unfeeling monster she could just get rightfully angry at?
She leaned forward and put her hand and fist to his chest. “God damn you.” But there was no anger behind it, just sadness. She sighed. “Please…. just, don’t do that again. Don’t kill for me again.”
can y’all um- 👉👈 please, p-please share your rwch playlists- (bc I know y’all have some ;)
“To talk. More specifically, to ask how a ship belonging to the Fourteenth is in my system and not full of sores and other unpleasant things.” Elspeth folded her arms. “So, what exactly are you doing here?”
this has to be one of the most ridiculous things i have ever said while dissociating and i have no clue what it fucking means
The nerve of this man, that he would appear in her throne room without announcing himself or explaining his presence! Elspeth stood from her throne, looking down at him with a disapproving gaze. “You will explain yourself immediately,” She commanded. “Or do you forget who you are speaking to?”
Elspeth sighed, hanging upside down and tangled awkwardly in a mess of cables as she looked at her brother with the most “done” expression a person could give. “The gangway gave out and I got stuck,” She explained. “Now please get me down. I look like a trussed up boar.”
Brittany was sat inside at her desk, peacefully looking over a case with a cup of coffee in her hands. She didn't realize that it was Valentine’s day, just another day at the station. No one had given her anything nor was she expecting anyone to do so. Connor didn’t and she felt like he still had some spite toward her, Gavin didn’t, thank god. She didn't think that she could deal with him doing so. No one else she knew did. Good. She just wanted to be left alone today, go home, have some wine and a nice hot bath; maybe even buy herself some chocolate and treat herself.
And she was enjoying the quiet day until she heard a faint tune coming from outside. Once she properly listened in on what it was, her whole face flushed a bright crimson. Who was even remotely thinking that was a proper song to play unnecessarily loud outside of police station? Until she heard the voice during and when it ended. A low growl exited her throat after she downed the rest of her coffee, rising from he desk rather quickly and stomping away from it, her steel heeled Harley cowboy boots clicking loudly on the tiled floors.
Busting through the front doors, she mumbled a soft “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” to herself until she located Markus. She couldn't stop the tug in her chest, trying briefly to figure out what emotion caused it before a tough and agitated demeanor was radiating from her stance; arms crossed and legs locked.
“Markus, what the hell do you think you're doing? Do you want to be arrested for disturbing the peace and public? Disorderly conduct? Being the entirety of the deviant my station is looking for?” she asked in a hushed, angered tone. “Why are you doing this? What do you even have that is so necessary to show up to my work and do this?”
“Come on Clementine, can you say ‘mama’?” Ruvius asked while he watched his daughter roll around in a circle.
Clementine paused her rolling and looked up at her mama. She let out a tiny peep.
“Come on, say ‘mama’.” Ruvius spoke once more, hoping that his child would finally be able to say her first word.
Clementine sat there, her mouth forming a straight line as she tried to think on the word. She made a rather odd squeaking noise, trying to sound out a word, any word. But, none came.
Ruvius’ ears lowered and he knelt down to his child.
“It’s real easy, sweetheart, Lulu called me ‘mama’ just a while after she was born! I know you can do it!”
The little squeaker tried once more. And again, an odd sound came from her, a screech of some sort. Ruvius wasn’t prepared for that, so he winced.
“Yikes.” was all he could say.
Ruvius glanced at the small imp as she was fast asleep in her nest. He smiled softly at how peaceful the imp was sleeping. Ruvius’ gaze set towards the window, his smile faltering slightly. The imp rose from his writing desk, grabbing the note he had just written and heading towards the stairs. Clothed in an old brown cloak and some layers for the cold desert evening, Ruvius set the note down on the slumbering Keaton at the steps.
He tip toed down to the main shop area, arming himself with his staff and quietly opening the front door. He slipped out of the shop, locking the door behind him and finally setting out for the desert.
Volo stretched out a bit in his sleep. He sniffed for a bit before raising his head at an unfamiliar scent. He glanced down to see a piece of paper laying on the step below. He picked it up in his mouth and walked up the stairs to read it.
‘Volo, I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’ve gone out for the evening to take care of some things. Stay with Lulu and make sure no intruders enter the shop while I’m gone. I’m counting on you to protect my baby. -Sincerely, Ruvius.’
Volo tilted their head at the slightly sloppy Hylian handwriting and whined. He glanced towards Ruvius’ bedroom and slipped inside.
Lulu was fast asleep, her little body rising and falling as she slept. Volo crept towards the infant, sniffed at her, then curled around the baby.
He kept a close eye open for whenever Ruvius would return.
The demon kept to the shadows as he roamed the empty market as the sun finally slipped past the trees. The infant on his back was sleeping soundly in the little sash Yaotl had tied to himself. Most folks were asleep at this time of hour, so he had no need to fear of being caught.
He noticed a sweet scent in the air as he glanced around at the shops, his gaze stopped on a small shop with flowers and desserts cooling off at the windows. Yaotl wandered towards the door, raising his hand to knock when he heard Aldric starting to whimper in his sleep.
“Hey, it’s alright buddy.” Yaotl assured his child.
Lulu watched Ruvius as he carefully put away his belongings into his messanger bag. It wasn’t much, two notebooks, some old clothes, and some papers. Lulu purred in confusion and rolled out of her small nest and gently bumped into her mama’s leg. Ruvius glanced down at the infant, giving her a small somber smile.
He knelt down and carefully picked her up. “Mama’s packing things up for us to go somewhere special.”
Lulu was still confused. She sniffed at a lock of the imps hair and chewed on it. Ruvius winced at this.
“Ow! Sweetie, what did I tell you about chewing on peoples hair?!” he hissed suddenly.
((Oh shit they packing up?!))
(( @rosesilverpenrp ))
Send 💎 for my muse’s reaction to yours stealing something precious from them. (Accepting)
Brian watched in disbelief as she nonchalantly picked up his hamburger and took a bite. “Wh-what are you doing?” He asked, his face scrunching up in annoyance. “Joey doesn’t share food!!” He added, raising his voice.
“What, don’t you get enough action in your life exploring new and dangerous worlds? Why would I wanna remind myself of the terrifying things back home? I wanna be reminded of sunsets, and golden retrievers, and, I dunno, not death.” McCoy grumbled, waving a hand as he spoke. “Stuff like Shark Week just makes me wanna avoid that little blue planet.”
Leonard gave her a look, hinting at a smile. “Why do you like sharks so much anyway?”
@autopilot03
Oh wow. The alcohol had definitely hit him now.
“Piiidge!” Keith wrapped an arm around her and giggled. “You really haven’t thought about kissing Lance? He’s so prettyy… And he has such nice skin, and hair, and eyes… Even if he does have a bad attitude!”
Now he was just rambling about his crush to Pidge, inhibitions completely gone.
“Unless you can make it rain or drop the heat down like…10 degrees, I don’t think so,” Naruto whined, stretching out on the grass beneath the tree. His posture made it clear that he was not going to be moving anywhere unless absolutely forced to, and even then it would be with a great deal of very loud protest.
Thr floor boards groaned like a million trapped souls. A fire raged to life in the hearth. And then the doors slammed shut and Raijin heard the locks click into place. CRAP!! Raijin took one look at Squall and could not hold back his annoyance. “Just don’t touch anything.”
