Fantasy Descendants of the Curse

[EvelienLocalArtist]

Phiona let out a small giggle and smiled gently up at him. “Oh yes clumsy me.” Phiona chuckled her hand slowly reaching up and cupping Gaston’s cheek. “My gallant protector.” She murmured her thumb stroking his cheek.

 

[Valjean24601]

“Hardly.”
He sighed deeply and rested his cheek against her small hand, closing his eyes as he did so.
“What if I can’t protect you from this marriage to Xander? I don’t want to hurt you any more than I have Phiona by causing a rift between your family but I can’t let you go.”

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

Phiona thought about it for a moment before speaking. “If that is the case then I’ll just have to create that rift myself. Because I can’t let you go either.” She said knowing that if worse came to worse she would be able to go against her family and elope with Gaston, but she just hoped they would accept their engagement before any of that happened.

 

[Valjean24601]

“You’re sure of that?”
He asked quietly as he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers, his hands laying gently on her waist.
“Would you hate me if that happened?”

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

“I’m quite sure.” Phiona gave him a reassuring smile. “I would only hate you if you kept being rude to my family.” She teased him the her eyes lit up. “And if you took a mistress!” She quickly added. “I would most definitely hate you for that.” She snickered in belief that, that would never happen.

 

[Valjean24601]

“I’m a divorced man if I wanted to take a mistress I simply wouldn’t take a wife.”
He teased as well with a shrug and a quiet chuckle.
“Why one wife when I could take several mistresses? That’s actually an excellent idea, would you like to be the first? Mistress that is?”
He laughed.

 

[Valjean24601]

((What should we do with amber and apollo?))

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

Phiona giggled and rolled her eyes. “Don’t even joke like that.” She said though her voice was sweet you could still hear her warning tone sprinkled in. “Of course if you did that....I’d have no choice but to go be with Jacques instead.” She countered with a sly smirk.

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

(We left Amber and Apollo at a fairly good spot, however I was thinking of moving back to Sabella and Donahue since we just kinda left them with a cliff hanger of why their mated bond didn’t work. Then we can further sort out that issue.)

(Unless you want to bring back both?)

 

[Valjean24601]

((Sure— you take one I’ll take the other to start?))

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

(Sure I’ll take amber and Apollo, do you what to skip ahead any or just start where we left?)

 

[Valjean24601]

((Skip a little bit ahead?))

 

[Valjean24601]

“Even after you’ve spent the night in his father’s bedroom, hm?”
Gaston retorted with a taunting smile as he laughed.

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

Phiona’s cheeks turned bright red at his statement but then decided to pretend like it didn’t bother her. So instead she shrugged turning away from Gaston so he couldn’t see her face. “You and I both know nothing happened, at least nothing worth telling about.” She replied taking a playful jab at Gaston’s kissing skills.

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

(Sounds good.)

Amber sat in the den with the few pack meme era that were in mourning for even though they had completely slaughtered the other pack it was not without cost. Meanwhile some of the other pack members were out celebrating with a hunt, and Apollo was taking a nap with their pups. She was here taking care and helping set up a small ceremony for those lost promising that the pack would help them the best they could, munch like the pack had helped her when she was grieving. After the elders assured them that they were all at peace they left and Amber left them to continue the rest of their grieving on their own time.

Walking through their den she debated upon joining the others in their hunt or join her family in a nap. But right now the later sounded best. It had been a long day and she was ready for it to be over. So silently she walked into her bedroom to see all of her boys sprawled out on the bed like they had fallen asleep in the middle of a game. So with a yawn she picked up her son’s dirty clothes and noticed there was something odd in one of their pockets, carefully removing. To her surprise it was one of Fredric’s crystals. Irritated that it seemed she could never be rid of him she put away her childern’s clothes and cast away the crystal not wanting to see it again, and returned to her family slowly sliding into the bed not wanting to wake the children. Carefully she leaned over them and gently kissed their cheeks.

 

[Valjean24601]

Despite his hulking size compared to that of the two boys, Apollo hung off the one side of the straw mattress as the two pups sprawled out, Romulus pressed up against his father’s side.
The alpha slept soundly or so it seemed but a thin layer of cool sweat dotted his forehead and chest as troubling visions from the battle before and that of Amber and the witchling plagued him in his dreams.

 

[Valjean24601]

Gaston grinned and stepped up behind his fiancée, his hands gripping her waist. He pressed a soft kiss to the skin that was exposed around her collar hoping to fluster the young maiden even further.
“I’m afraid I must insist that you’re wrong.”

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

Amber looked over to Apollo slightly concerned noticing that his breathing pattern was slightly irregular like he was straining in his sleep. Seeing the twitching of her mate’s upper lip and the thin veil of sweat on his brow she became slightly concerned. “Apollo...” She whispered gently and put her hand on his shoulder, not to wake him, but rather to try comforting his sleeping mind.

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

Phiona’s cheeks turned even brighter his hands on her waist and lips on her skin sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. She tried to keep her cool about her, only for their moment to be ruined by the small dog’s barking getting even louder. With an irritated sigh she turned her head only to see her mother and three brothers followed by one other man making their way over to the green house. Phiona froze realizing how bad their situation looked right now, the way Gaston was holding her as they were alone in the greenhouse was terribly unladylike. Hurriedly she peeled away from Gaston and tried straightening herself out though she knew her hair and clothes were too fair gone to be helped now.

Flattening the front of her dress one last time she glanced back at their oncoming visitors and paused slowly recognizing the man accompanying her mother and brothers. “Papa!” Phiona gushed excitedly rushing to the door to greet him, only to be stopped by the heavy bag she had thrown down earlier blocking her way to the door. Unfortunately for her she no longer had the aid of angry adrenaline to help her move it. “Oh, why do I do this to myself....” she muttered looking from the bag to Gaston for help moving it.

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

(Here’s a bit of history, because I don’t remember if I’ve shared it with you yet.)


The coven Phiona’s family belongs to (the coven of Ryhnaen) had always been a nomadic coven, having many members around the globe and a heavy influence on other covens. However it wasn’t until recently did the new coven leader Aneirin Ryhnaen settle down with and marry the Kornwhich coven head. This marriage was to merge the covens into one, but the Kornwhich coven decided to remain independent and instead be strong allies of the Ryhnaen coven.

Thanks to their nomadic beginnings the Ryhnaen coven is one of the largest, and one of the oldest in the world. It is because of this that the coven has people like Phiona’s parents who travel around collecting information and things of importance to the coven and surveying how parts of the coven are doing around the world. Then sending back what they’ve gathered, making a pretty penny for it too.


Unlike the Kornwhich and Forticoven covens, which were started and continued by a family of witches, the Ryhnaen coven welcomed start witches and families where ever they went with each knew leader taking the surname Ryhnaen as a symbol of their position. So unlike the Forticovens with unmistakable black hair and golden eyes, or the Kornwhich’s abundance of freckles, the Ryhnaen uses tattoos traditionally placed in between the shoulder blades. Marking all members with the coven’s symbol of ‘safe travels’ [which I will draw out at a later date].

Every member gets this tattoo at the age of 13 and should they decide to join another coven later it is tradition that you incorporate the new covens crest into the tattoo.

In being nomads they would often practice arranged marriage to ensure safe passage through an area and though the need for safe passage is no longer as necessary, the coven still practices arranged marriages. Hence Xander and Phiona's engagement.

Just wanted to put this info out there so it’s not just in my head.

 

[Valjean24601]

((Makes sense— very interesting!))

Gaston shook his head with a slight chuckle, flitting his fingers on his left hand about as the sac slid from the door way. He supposed he could’ve moved it himself just fine but at the state of his muddied trousers already he’d simply rather’d not dirty them any further especially as his fiancé’s father moved down the hill towards them.
He opened the door to the greenhouse and ushered Phiona through, “after you.”

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

(Kay, I’m glad that makes sense.)

Phiona paused for a second realizing she could easily have moved the sack herself with her own magic but she had been too distracted to realize it. “Whatever would I do without you?” She muttered with an embarrassed chuckle. “Thank you.” She whispered gently brushing her hand against his as she past him. Casting him one final glance before running off to embrace her father the little dog chancing close behind her. “Phiona!” He cheered as she practically jumped into her father’s arms. “My little bunny, I missed you!” He muttered kissing the top of her hair and hugging her tightly. “I missed you too!” Phiona replied but her voice was muffled as her face was buried in her father’s coat. Lily smiled watching the reunion but as for Phiona’s brothers they stood defensively beside their mother watching as Gaston made his way forwards them. “Oh my love, you’re filthy!” Bradford laughed pulling away from Phiona and looking the disheveled young woman over. “Your hair is a mess and your dress. I spent good money on tha-“ he stopped dead in the middle of his teasing noticing her arm and frowned “What happened here?” He asked looking from her, to his wife and sons, then Gaston and back to Phiona. “It’s nothing really-” Phiona started but was interrupted by her brother Walter. “She was cut, I tried to heal her best I could as you weren’t here.”

Bradford nodded slowly his tan skin made him look much older than he was but his dark eyes still showed the vibrancy of youth as he looked to his wife and slowly nodded. “I’m glad our little bunny is better then.” His smile slowly returning as he patted Phiona’s cheek. “I’ll heal it properly when you’ve properly bathed and changed.” He teased kissing her forehead before releasing her and nudging her to her mother. “Yes Pa’pa.” Phiona nodded still smiling as she looked back at Gaston trying to let him know she would return shortly.

That left Gaston, Bradford, and Phiona’s three brothers standing in the middle of the Grewillow’s large open yard. “So you must be the ‘brutish illtempered muck snipe’ I’ve heard so much about.” He said quoting his sons who flinched at their being called out like that. “I am Bradford B. Grewillow. I apologize for my family’s brashness, it is a pleasure to meet you.” He said holding out a worn but strong hand. Bradford himself was worn but strong. His travels had aged him making him look more than 10 years older than his wife, and definitely not as well kept as her. His salt and pepper hair was cut short to keep it from becoming a hassle, and his beard also closely shaven allowing his narrow jaw to be displayed. His arched nose the perfect resting place for his thin circular spectacles which were dirtied and scuffed much like the rest of his once nice clothing. He had a faint Romanian accent, completely different from his family’s English accent further showcasing that he spent more of his time away than here. Yet another side affect of his occupation.

 

[Valjean24601]

“ I must be, although I’m more commonly called Gaston Forticoven. It’s a pleasure to meet you sir, truly, and there are several things I’d like to discuss with you level headedly if you wouldn’t mind.”
Gaston put his hand forward, shaking Phiona’s father’s hand.

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

Bradford chuckled as he shook Gaston’s hand. “A Forticoven, well isn’t that exciting?” He asked his sons before looking back to Gaston. “Care to walk with me?” He asked not waiting for an answer as he stuck his hands in his pockets and began strolling along. “So my wife tells me you have declared yourself my daughter’s fiancé, normally I would be estatic at such news, but I’m also sure you have been informed of the inconvenience that places upon my family and our plans.” He said looking back at Gaston with an understanding eye. “But as you and I both know this side of the matter I want to hear your side of this narrative, and ask why? Why choose my Phiona, and what are you hoping to get out of this union?”

 

[Valjean24601]

Gaston shook his head and clutched his hands behind his back as he walked with Bradford.
“I ask for nothing. I look to gain nothing but a bride. I’m quite taken with her and hope to be just as kind and diligent a husband as a woman such as your daughter deserves. Truly. There is no material gain or worldly prospects that I want.”