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As Blossoms Bloom. [Inami/Calypso]
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|Subject Post 1Subject: As Blossoms Bloom. [Inami/Calypso] Thu Apr 08, 2021 10:09 pm|| |
The gilded bay glittered in the noon-day sun. The yachts of the richer hong-kong populace dotting it’s glittering emerald-blue surface. The city was aglow in spring, the many flowering tree’s in full bloom, their resplendent pedals aflutter in a faint south-eastern wind. The smell of spring rich in every corner of the realm, and the people within bustled on without a care in the world. Monsters did not plague their dreams, fear of the unknown did not keep them up at night. For they knew, even if the sky was to fall, they would be protected. ”Ma’am, I’ve cleared out the rest of your schedule like you asked. I’ve deferred the cities budget meeting to next week, and the development departments working on Babylon have been told to defer progress notes till next month. Is there anything else you require of me?.”
Her assistant, a middle-aged woman with graying hair and cat-like eyes spoke to the woman whose golden gaze stared out the window. A stack of papers lay over her crossed knee, leg dangling against her thigh as she looked up from the papers that she had been overviewing. The bold lettering above simply: “England restructuring plan.” The rather lengthy document was dog-eared and marked with sticky-notes which held the Sovereigns own thoughts, carefully inked in a scrawling font reminiscent of an age gone by, it’s looping font elegant and dignified--much like the woman whose hand it came from.
With a snap, the queen brought the ringed binder that held the proposition shut and set it upon her desk. A gentle smile adorned her face as she said quite simply. ”No, that’ll be all Gwynevere. As always, your work brings me relief and structure to a very hectic time of transition in our realms. Please make sure to get something to eat on your way out, I am sure you’ve eaten very little while accomplishing what I needed of you.”
Her tone was gentle, but the dismissal in it was clear. Gwynevere nodded faintly, her braided gray hair swinging over a shoulder as she gently crossed an arm across her midsection and bowed a tiny bit forward. ”As you wish Milady.”
Gwynevere’s tone was clipped, punctual as she left the room, the large wood doors that left the office swinging to a close silently as the woman within already had shifted her gaze to stare out at the fluffy white clouds. She had cleared her day for a specific reason. ”Calypso… life hasn’t been treating her the best in her quest to find her truth. I hope that time has mended some of the hurts since our last meeting.”
Inami thought to herself as she absent mindedly grabbed the snow-globe of new-york that lay on the corner of her desk, shaking it with a languid rocking of her wrist. The globe, modeled after new york in the early 2000’s when the statue of liberty was still the original, and not remodeled out of stronger, sterner stuff had it’s iconic torch thrust towards the heavens.
Maybe it was sentimental of her, but Inami wished dearly for all of her kin to belong and find success in their walks of life. Seeing her dearest niece stuck in such a bind had the rarely seen, and seldom stoked softer side of the queen wishing to reach out a hand. Diplomatically such a gesture might ruffle a few feathers, but Inami truly didn’t give a damn. She was strong enough that if they really had a problem and sought to do something about it, she’d be more than capable of defending what was hers.
With a light thunk the snowglobe was gently deposited on it’s spot upon her large desk. Inami then allowed her eyes to rove as she exhaled. The errant thought that had slipped past her coming to the forefront as she spoke gently. ”Gwynevere. I know you’re undoubtedly busy, but can you please make sure to guide my guest in when she reaches the lobby? I’m sure she’d get lost otherwise.”
With the errant thought addressed, all that was left for her was for her eyes to continue to stare out her window, allowing the many thoughts of the future that raced within her head to still. After-all, for now at least, she could put them aside to deal with a member of her family that required a helping hand.
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: As Blossoms Bloom. [Inami/Calypso] Thu Apr 08, 2021 11:09 pm|| |
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THE AWAKENED VAEL
Awakening to a message from her aunt was not what Calypso expected, nor desired. Showing her face to her aunt once again, in China? Far less desired. Spiders crawled up and down her spine as she had taken to flying rather than simply creating a rift in space to traverse over there, detouring well out into the ocean as she allotted several hours of mindless flight before they were meant to see one another again. The clouds were pastel pink when she had emerged above them, the sun having lazily climbed into the sky by time she left the ground, cold winds blowing against her feathered demonic form as she flew at a reasonable height to avoid any attention being drawn to her.
Does she know about Vicara? Of course she does - it'd be hard for that to remain tight-lipped, especially among family members.
Does she know that I abandoned the Asthavon name, my mother and sister? Of course she does.
Does she know how much of a flippant fool i've been? Of course she does.
These thoughts bounced around the thought space of the younger demon, not out of insecurity, but rather out of tired acceptance, stated matter-of-factly in her head. Her mind spat these things out like pale ghosts on a cold autumn evening, and all they were met with were acceptance of her situation. Maybe she should have fought more, maybe she should have tried less, maybes upon maybes rolling out before her eyes.
However, none of them made her feel like she was any less of a failure - no matter what she would have chosen before, it would throw her into a metaphorical freefall all the same, each little slip increasing the speed of which she'd eventually hit the ground. She wanted to figure out how to right herself and cease the helpless falling to her own demise and obscurity, but it was like she didn't know how to even do that properly, yet. How could she have ever hoped to lead anything if that's what state she was in?
She was so buried in her thoughts she almost forgot to take the turn to descend. Hours had passed as she was absently flying overhead, soon sinking below the clouds. As she neared her destination, she noticed she didn't really feel much, not joy, or sadness, or anxiety, or curiosity. Nothing but silence and an encroaching sensation of tiredness had taken her mind and heart as her bird-like form melted back into that of the woman she was prior, gracefully touching to the ground as her wings almost looked like they melted into her back, standing upright as she absentmindedly fixed her hair - Though the girl had control over every bit of her body, it felt far more natural to manually manipulate her locks into a gingerly sewn ponytail, as she would make her way inside of her destination.
As she walked in, she was greeted by someone, a lady, who said something about directing her. She wasn't really listening, only making the vaguest indications she was listening as she was led along. It felt like she was breathing out every last bit of color in her with every step closer to her aunt. She almost wanted to turn around and vanish, just say she couldn't make it or had an emergency. She wasn't scared, she wasn't nervous, she just... Didn't want to know. Didn't want to know how her aunt thought of, felt towards, or wished to say to her. After everything, she had decided she'd rather not know what her family, or rather the family that wasn't necessarily horrible to her, had to say or think of her.
But here she was, standing in Inami's office, her presence feeling more akin to a heavy stone than a graceful creature. She didn't smile, she didn't have any kindness or gentleness in her eyes, just a blank canvas all around that allowed no paint to marr it's pristine white form, only one thought bubbling in her mind,
The venom won't hurt if I don't feel it.
"Hello, Auntie," Calypso spoke in an unusually flat tone for the typically rather emotional demon, her dulled red eyes resting on the older demon, "Did you wish to see me for something?"
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