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Fantasy Mrs. Evans' School for the Gifted
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ThatOneLunatic
Can I taste your soul?
((Awwwww, damnit.))
Bowa
Passionately Curious
Sorren sighed in relief as Azalea stopped struggling. She didn’t by any means tire or strain Sorren but it was nice not to have someone struggling underneath him. “Ah, I see you have finally seen sense…” the hybrid groaned but still kept a vice like grip on her. If he slackened, he didn’t want her to begin struggling again in an effort to escape because of a supposed lapse of judgement.
After she spoke, Sorren resolved to ignore Azalea, this was just another one of her ways of attempting to manipulate people; pulling on their secrets, memories, emotions, whatever she could get her grasp on to set them off as if they were a match. He didn’t maintain eye contact with her though, he would prefer her hurdling abuse at him or a menacing stare of hatred than this. Instead he took the odd glance at her, adopting to look at Kalin or off into the distance.
The thing about Kalin being a psychic was that he could do this for however long he wanted, he would just be really tired and hungry afterwards, making him unable to do it again until he was at full strength which was quite a long stretch of time. Normally, the person whom he was using his ability on wouldn’t be being held down and would have consented to his actions though. Sorren rememberd some of the stories Kalin told him of when he was first getting used to his ability and he would accidently use it on an unknown, unsuspecting stranger and make some people very angry to say the least.
While Sorren was definitely intrigued by what he saw, he felt a slight twinge of regret from doing this, not only was Azalea going to be mad about what he had done but he had gotten Kalin involved, she didn’t know it but he had gotten Akira involved as well. For Azalea to change from the person in the memories to what kind of person she is now then something serious must of happened, something she didn’t want anyone to know about. Although she inadvertently agreed to this challenge, Sorren assumed she didn’t bank on losing and thus isn’t going to take it very well. At all.
@DarknessSpirit
((Sorry! I've been really busy and just haven't had the chance to reply until now. And alongside me being busy af, I'm also insanely tired and so replies might be a bit scattered))
After she spoke, Sorren resolved to ignore Azalea, this was just another one of her ways of attempting to manipulate people; pulling on their secrets, memories, emotions, whatever she could get her grasp on to set them off as if they were a match. He didn’t maintain eye contact with her though, he would prefer her hurdling abuse at him or a menacing stare of hatred than this. Instead he took the odd glance at her, adopting to look at Kalin or off into the distance.
The thing about Kalin being a psychic was that he could do this for however long he wanted, he would just be really tired and hungry afterwards, making him unable to do it again until he was at full strength which was quite a long stretch of time. Normally, the person whom he was using his ability on wouldn’t be being held down and would have consented to his actions though. Sorren rememberd some of the stories Kalin told him of when he was first getting used to his ability and he would accidently use it on an unknown, unsuspecting stranger and make some people very angry to say the least.
While Sorren was definitely intrigued by what he saw, he felt a slight twinge of regret from doing this, not only was Azalea going to be mad about what he had done but he had gotten Kalin involved, she didn’t know it but he had gotten Akira involved as well. For Azalea to change from the person in the memories to what kind of person she is now then something serious must of happened, something she didn’t want anyone to know about. Although she inadvertently agreed to this challenge, Sorren assumed she didn’t bank on losing and thus isn’t going to take it very well. At all.
@DarknessSpirit
((Sorry! I've been really busy and just haven't had the chance to reply until now. And alongside me being busy af, I'm also insanely tired and so replies might be a bit scattered))
Ms. Sparrow
Queen of SHIIIPS
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The month that followed, Azalea made the girls search the entire manor with her. She researched what to look for, how to tell if a object was magic. It all went by feel. It was difficult though, Kole had magicked many things during his time at the manor. But most things had been unmagicked by their ancestor, who apparently unmagicked it with a sword they now kept in the gallery.
"Searching" consisted of Azalea forcing the girls to half-heartedly help search for something they didn't know what they were even looking for. And every time Azalea turned her back, the girls would run away giggling.
After an episode with her father one November morning, after
nearly getting caught for dancing, nobody felt like dancing that night and Azalea angrily paced back and forth across the marble floor, her blue skirts swishing. The girls sat on velvet sofas and cross legged on the floor, the pavilion was played a quiet tune.
"I can't believe he almost caught us. I wish he'd let us dance again.." Hannah said quietly.
"Screw that rotten shillpunter! Who cares what Father thinks." Karliah snapped.
"Stop! Stop! Stop! Look, we promised not to talk about Father." Azalea said, doing her best to contain her anger.
"We-we can't just pretend he's dead." Violet said quietly.
"Well why not? He doesn't love us. You remember his he said he couldn't abide us when Mother died." Diana said softly, her face contorted in anger.
"I wish Mother were here. Maybe if it was Father who died instead..." Karliah cut herself off, flushing red. "I didn't...that's not what I meant." She said embarrassed.
"Well its true isn't it? Mother would care for us. And let us dance.." Diana argued, trailing off.
"He'll find out you know. About Keeper, and the dancing. Hannah will blabber she always does."
"I will not!"
"No! He will not. I won't let him. I won't let him take it away from us! We can't tell him." Azalea said angrily.
Azalea looked back back at the girls, the girls stared at her with wide eyes, Hannah clutched Jessica's arm, and Violet wore a look of sympathy.
Azalea had always contained her anger, this was pure hatred coming from her. Azalea was suddenly aware of the thick silence of the pavilion, and how her voice rang out.
"I'm sorry..it's just. We can't stop dancing. It's all we have." Azalea said, lowering her voice.
"We..cwan pwomise to keep it a secret. Dats what me an Hannah do, we shake hands." Jessica said, four years old. Hearing her glass-spun voice was a rare occasion.
Azalea shook her head. "No. This had to be deeper. Something bigger." she said.
Her silver necklace flashed silver in the light of the pavilion and Azalea stopped, remembering the night in mothers room. "I made a promise once. I haven't broken it yet."
With difficulty, Azalea told her sisters of the promise she made with mothers, and the strange feeling she got whenever she had the necklace on her.
"Well..if Mother did it, then we can give it a go too." Karliah said.
Together, there was hardly enough room for each girl to touch the necklace at once, but they made it work. Azalea made the girls promise to never tell anybody of where they dance at night, Keeper, and anything about dancing or the pavilion. Especially Father.
Once the words were uttered, a cold wash of pringles spread from her chest and all over her. Azalea glanced around to see if the others had felt it too. Karliah wiped her hand on her dress, tiny Willow began to cry, and Violet shivered rubbing her hands over her arms as if trying to get warm. They had definitely felt it.
"I..t-think that is a promise we better keep." Violet said.
As as they left that night, Keeper flinched at Azalea's necklace.
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Azalea flinched. It was stupid of her to make that oath. She did it out of pure anger, maybe if she hadn't, things could have played out differently. But of course, they didn't. The memories came by quicker as she weakened, and her grip on her own mind began to slip and her resistance swayed against Kalin.
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One early December night, at the pavilion, Azalea was teaching the girls the Christmas Jig. It was a closed dance, one where the lady and gentlemen raised their hands to eye level, and maintained eye contact throughout the dance.
"Very good," Azalea praised. "Keep eye contact." she reminded Violet.
Violet twirled her and Azalea twirled and turned around back to face Violet--
And found herself facing Keeper.
"Oh!" Azalea said, surprised.
"He kinda sort of...cut in." Violet said, her pretty face alright with surprise and her skirts swished from being spun out.
Keeper locked his gloved hands with hers, and began to smoothly lead her about the floor. He danced like he walked, in graceful, smooth ripples, gently guiding her about. Inhumanly graceful.
"Ah, the holiday widow," he said. "It didn't seem fitting for you to dance this without a gentleman."
Azalea hated being pushed, and she pulled her hands away from Keepers.
"Violet was doing fine." Azalea said, an angry edge to her tone.
I'm a flash, Keeper snatched up her hands again, locking her hands into a throbbing grip.
Azalea gasped.
"You haven't been looking for it," he said. His voice was soft and low. His eyes bore into her and Azalea avoided them by looking at his neck, eye level for her. A muscle clenched in his neck, just above his cravat. "You haven't even been trying."
"We have," whispered Azalea, hot blood searing her cheeks. Her finger throbbed in Keeper's squeezing grip. "Let me go."
Keeper smiled, gently. "Perhaps you could try just a touch harder?"
Azalea writhed her hands from his grip, they slipped from their gloves, which remained hanging in his long fingers.
"We have until Christmas," she said.
Keeper, his eyes never leaving her, tucked the empty gloves into his waistcoat. For the first time, Azalea realized how dead and cold his eyes were. Unlike her mothers, whose eyes lit the room or sisters when they smiled.
"So you do," he said.
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Azalea clenched her jaw. She considering screaming and playing a helpless victim, but she also considered the possibility of getting her throat ripped out, so she decided against it. It wasn't hard to see why Azalea hated December. She did. Even though she couldn't blame a month for all the terrible things that went down those two years, she still found herself resenting it bitterly, this time, it was Azalea's turn to turn her head and avoid eye contact with anybody. She stared at the bench behind Sorren, her apple on the ground, and her cell phone just out of reach, anything else to distracr her from looking into more memories, which failed.
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Bowa
Passionately Curious
Sorren would have relented if it was any other person rather than Azalea, he wasn't enjoying the situation at hand but all of it would be for nothing if he stopped now. By no means was he not interested in seeing what happened in her past but slowly living through Azalea's memories was not the most enjoyable of experiences.
Sorren wasn't sure how much time had past while the group had been here, observing the whisper's memories. Time was a blur for him at the moment and so he just hoped nobody happened to wander over to this particular area. Sorren had made a mental note to never, or at least for a very long time, ask Kalin to siphon memories to him again. He hadn't even contemplated that there could be after effects of such a thing or any possible dangers at all for that matter.
The hybrid observed Azalea, she looked...empty. Defeated. Like reliving these memories had drained the life from her body, the essence from her soul. Sorren never thought he would see Azalea in such a way, he didn't know what he expected from seeing her memories or 'winning' the game but it certainly wasn't this. It didn't feel like winning.
@DarknessSpirit
((Can you post them all in your next post? Kinda running out of things to say about being in the same position in the same area XD Commenting on everything that is happening in the memories is just a no lmao))
Sorren wasn't sure how much time had past while the group had been here, observing the whisper's memories. Time was a blur for him at the moment and so he just hoped nobody happened to wander over to this particular area. Sorren had made a mental note to never, or at least for a very long time, ask Kalin to siphon memories to him again. He hadn't even contemplated that there could be after effects of such a thing or any possible dangers at all for that matter.
The hybrid observed Azalea, she looked...empty. Defeated. Like reliving these memories had drained the life from her body, the essence from her soul. Sorren never thought he would see Azalea in such a way, he didn't know what he expected from seeing her memories or 'winning' the game but it certainly wasn't this. It didn't feel like winning.
@DarknessSpirit
((Can you post them all in your next post? Kinda running out of things to say about being in the same position in the same area XD Commenting on everything that is happening in the memories is just a no lmao))
Ms. Sparrow
Queen of SHIIIPS
Click click click click. Azalea's boots echoed through the pavilion as she stormed across the bridge and up the pavilion steps.
Keeper lay on the railing, his cloak sweeping over the sides and a strand of black hair loose from his black ponytail, hanging lazily over his face. He weaved his fingers in and out of a scarlet thread, making some intricate design, using Jessica's embroidery needle, another thing he had stolen, he softly sang what sounded like a children's nursery rhyme:
"How daintily the butterfly
Flits to the spider's lace
Entranced by glimm'ring silver strings
Entwined with glist'ning grace.
"How craftily the spider speaks
And whispers 'All is well,'
Caresses it with poison'd feet
And sucks it to a shell."
Azalea strode to the center of the pavilion, her nails digging into her palms. "Where is it?" She demanded.
"Ah, my lady." He said, not bothering to look at her as he continued wearing his long fingers through the bright red scarlet thread, burning green into her vision.
"Give it back." Azalea demanded, her jaw clenched.
"I am called Keeper for a reason. I like to keep. You have known me thus long," he said.
Keeper lept from the railing, the needle and thread disappearing and his cloak settled around him, landing in a sleek, catlike movement, making no sound.
"Give it back. Keeper." Azalea hissed, her nails making marks in her palms.
"No. It is the only thing I have of you're Mothers," he said coolly. "I will keep it." His dark, cold eyes boring into hers.
Azalea felt her blood rush, her skin could've pulsed from rage. And her face grew a touch pink.
"Ah, forgive me, my lady," he said. "I simply do not think you are trying hard enough. You're Mothers brooch should give you all the...encouragement. "
"It won't," Azalea spat. "Keep the watch and the stupid brooch, and everything else you've stolen. We're never coming back here. We should've never trusted you in the first place." Azalea spun around and stormed for the exit.
Keeper laughed. "One last dance, before I am to never to see you again?" He asked, outstretching his hand, a smile curving at his lips.
Azalea turned around, glaring at him with smothering hatred. "I hate dancing with you." She hissed.
Azalea spun back towards the entrance, and a great rumbling cracking sound erupted from earth. The harmless rose bushes along the railings of the pavilion began to grow and cruelly twist around the white latticework and Azalea had to step back to avoid thorns snagging at her boots and leggings. The thorns grew, masking the entrance. All around the pavilion the thorns grew, masking everything rose beyond the pavilion from sight.
Azalea whipped around, "Enough of you're games, Keeper. Open it up." She snarled.
“What a shame,” said Keeper, still at the side of the ballroom, smiling lazily, “that you don’t care to dance. I’ve planned such a magnificent ball!”
Above, the lighting changed in the pavilion. Multiple floating candles hovered close to the roof of the pavilion, making the pavilion darker and casting eerie shadows about the place. Dancers emerged from the thorns around her, moving in simplest symmetry. They wore the beautiful silver, gold and white corseted gowns but the suitors wore only black and white. They wore gold ornamental masks, of animals and such. Azalea bit back a scream. Azalea had heard of these. A masked ball. She'd only dreamed of attending one, but she expected them to be less monstrous, not the monsters of animals and flurry of them before her, black glittering eyes from underneath every mask.
The dancers lined up into two perfectly straight, vertical rows. Coming to a stop. Azalea stood at the end, in the middle. All the way across from her, was Keeper. The candles casting eerie, dark shadows across his face.
"Welcome, my lady," he said, "To Kole's court. Do you like it?"
Azalea glanced back at the entrance. She wondered if she could somehow push her way through the vines.
“I ask you again.” Keeper’s voice was cold. “May I have the honor of this dance?”
"Snap your own head off." Azalea spat.
Keeper gave smart bow. "I'll assume that's a no, thank you." He said, a smile curving his lips and showing his long-dimples. "Although I'd advise you to take a partner to lead you. This dance can be ah....precarious."
In symmetry, the dancers snapped to face their partners. Candlelight making the gold ornament masks look meaner and crueler. Azalea took a step back.
"Do not haste away, my lady." Keeper called, "there is someone whom I've invited that I am sure you do not want to miss."
The music began. The sweet music-box orchestra had been replaced with a symphony starved on scraps of minor key. A chorus of sickly violins grew to a forte, and the dancers stepped smartly together.
Azalea turned to the entrance, and was blocked. A bear, cat, and wolf stepped in front of her, turning about in the dance. Ladies whipped their fans out, their hands clasped with their gentleman beasts. Azalea stepped out of the way, narrowly missing a collision with a lynx, who pushed just past her. There was no room—the moment one couple moved, the next pair stepped in, ladies’ skirts pressed together, squashed.
There not real. Just magic. Azalea reminded herself, and she shoved her way between a lynx and a fox towards the entrance. The lynx stepped away from his partner, and boxed her in the face, sending Azalea to the ground and she caught herself with her hand. That had felt plenty real. Her cheek throbbed. They would not stop for her.
Azalea yanked herself up to avoid a boot trotting on her hand. Azalea began to glide her way between the dancers, remembering how the dance went, and she repeated the steps in her head as she danced towards the entrance.
In sync, the ladies snapped their hands out with there fans, making a loud cracking noise in the air. Azalea hadn't realized she'd been cut until drops of blood dropped on a ladies gown.
Azalea pressed her hand against the cut and glanced up to see Keeper at the far end of the dance floor, black figure cut against the garish reds and golds. He was smiling at her.
Dancers turned about and crossed arms. In the exchange, Keeper disappeared. More dancers, and Azalea went back to mouthing the steps in her mouth, moving towards the entrance, her limbs shook but she pushed on, she turned, and stopped.
Azalea caught a glimpse of short wavy dark hair, and light, faded green nightgown. Azalea stood on her tip toes, pushing through some dancers and a lady's fan shot out, cutting her cheek. But Azalea hardly felt it as she searched for the sight again.
The dancers stepped into a hesitation step, the longest Azalea could think possible, and time seemed to slow At the opposite side of the pavilion, was someone she couldn't forget. She looked just like how she last saw her. Short dark wavy hair, a tall firm, green, pale nightgown, her her brooch pinned to her dress.
Mother.
Azalea's history books echoed into her mind.
Capture souls...
Kole could capture souls-
Azalea stared at her mother, her eyes watering into tears, Azalea noticed her lips were a bit purple and bruised and disfigured, when she suddenly realized-
Her lips had been sewn shut.
Azalea cried out, sprinting towards her mother, her eyes burned with tears and her hands fumbled for her jacket pocket when she realized she forgot it back in her room, she had dressed in such a rush she only threw on a black tank top and forgot her jacket, which had a pocket knife.
Azalea flew towards her mother, but her legs couldn't carry her and Azalea fell, but Mother caught her with her arms, bringing Azalea into a tight embrace. She felt so solid. So real! Azalea couldn’t bear to look up as Mother pulled her even tighter, pressing Azalea’s cheek against her blouse. Her Mother stroked her hair. Azalea let out a choked cry before pulling away to arms length. looking up into her Mothers eyes. Her mother brushed a tear from her face. Her mothers eyes burned with pain and she tried to smile. To comfort her.
"Mom!--"
The dancers swept between them, breaking Azalea from Mother’s cold embrace. The room spun. Azalea fought desperately through the dancers, pushing bunches of silks and chiffons out of the way. Through gaps in the garish colors that filled her vision, Azalea struggled for another glimpse of Mother, but saw nothing. She had vanished.
"Keeper!" Azalea screamed, "Keeper!"
Billowing skirts shoved her to the floor. A lady’s heel trod on her hand. Azalea scrambled to her feet, hysterical, pushing her way through the dancers. They pushed back tenfold harder.
The music crescendoed as Azalea was shoved against to the ground, this time hitting her head. Colors burst through her vision. The hems of gaudy skirts brushed over her, quiet as snowfall, slow, unfocused. Slower, and slower, and slower.
The music faded.
Azalea was only vaguely aware the dancers had disappeared. Silver-white cast over her as the pavilion eased back into into magical self. Azalea lay curled, her cheek against the marble, chest heaving. The marble was wet, Azalea couldn't tell if it was from blood or tears.
A black boot appeared in her vision, followed by a knee as Keeper knelt down in front of her. He was panting, his face drawn. Still, his eyes lit with triumph.
"How dare you," Azalea choked. "How dare you! I'll kill you!"
Keeper reached out his long fingers and caught her arm, drawing his thumb across her cut. Azalea tried to summon all her strength to lash out, she could not; as if her limbs had no blood, she lay helpless on the marble. She hadn't even the energy to flinch as he drew her fingers to her neck.
"Hush," he murmured. "There now. Hush." He traced his finger along her jaw. "That is a sweet thought," he whispered. "Except, my lady, I cannot die."
"You're him," said Azalea. And it wasn't so much of a whisper as a choke.
"Quite."
He touched his fingers to her lips.
"I expect," he whispered, "you are wondering what you could possibly do to keep me from not hurting you're mother further. Is that not so?"
Azalea cringed.
"I will tell you what I want, my lady," he said. "My freedom. It is all I have ever wanted. Find the magic object and destroy it. You have until Christmas."
He pressed his finger hard against her lips as though to hush her. They throbbed against his finger.
"This is between you and me," he said. "No one else. It is upon you. If you do as I say, no more harm will come to you're mother. Is that not a fair trade?"
Azalea trembled.
Keeper stood, his cape rippling straight behind him.
"And," said Keeper, his eyes cold. "You are to never refuse me another dance again."
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“We never should have come here in the first place. It was stupid.” Azalea said, whipping around and blocking the girls from going any further on the bridge. Trying to convince the girls to just go back to their rooms without telling them anything. It proved to be difficult. It was only 2 days before Christmas.
“Calm down, Az,” said Karliah, shifting Willow in her arms. “We don’t like Keeper either, but why stop dancing? You don’t have to be a bully about it.”
Azalea’s fingers gripped the cold, sleek railings.
"Is there a problem?"
Keeper’s smooth voice sounded behind her. He leaned against the arched doorway, arms crossed, cloak dripping over his shoulders. He looked roguishly amused.
"'Zalea says we have to go home," said Hannah.
"And she’s absolutely right," said Keeper, straightening, cutting a fine, hard figure against the silver-white dance floor. "I hardly have enough time as it is, getting everything ready for the ball tomorrow night."
The girls’ mouths formed perfect Os.
“A…real ball?” said Hannah
“We’re not of age,” said Isabelle.
“Ah! But you are invited to this ball. And I, your host.” Said Keeper.
Keeper clapped his hands together, unfolded them, and blew. Like when they had first seen him, months ago, glittering brilliant snow whorled from his hands and swirled around them. They sparkled in pieces, bright flashes against the mist. For a moment Azalea was almost taken by. Almost.
Isabelle gave a cry of delight and pulled a card from her dress pocket.
In simultaneous excitement, the rest of the girls produced cards, magically created in their pockets. They bounced with eagerness as they shared the stationery, silver embossed with their names, an invitation for the next evening. Azalea flicked her own into the lake. It floated for a moment and disappeared beneath the misty surface.
“So as you can see,” Keeper said, his voice lulling as the glimmering snow flurried into the lake around them, “you really should go back. I have quite a bit to do.”
“Of course,” said Karliah in a half smile of awe. “That is--take all the time you need. Az hasn’t felt well anyway. We’ll nurse her up for tomorrow.” Karliah gave Azalea a wry smile of encouragement and prodded the girls to the willow branches.
“A moment,” said Keeper. “Miss Azalea.”
Azalea’s heart dropped. She turned against her will, and glared at Keeper’s dead eyes with all the strength she could muster.
“I ask a dance of you,” said Keeper. “I should very much like to dance the Entwine."
The Entwine was a tricky waltzlike dance, and a competitive one. Where the lady and gentleman each held an end of a long sash and weren't allowed to let go. The gentleman would try to "catch" the lady-bringing the sash about her wrists and pulling her into under-arm turns and stepping about her, while the lady would turn and unspin and twist out of his arms, trying to keep the sash from tangling. It was Azalea's favorite dance.
The girls nudged Azalea, smiling, their eyes alight. The Entwine was their favorite dance, too. Even Willow perked up a touch. Violet, on the contrary, took Azalea’s hand.
“No…Mr. Keeper,” said Violet, “She’s ill, can’t you see?”
Keeper snapped out the crimson sash, burning color against the whites. Azalea cringed, thinking of the thread on Mothers lips. His words echoed in her mind.
Never to refuse me another dance..
“No-no, it’s all right,” said Azalea, touching Violet on the shoulder and slipping her hand away. "I’ll dance."
The girls watched from the bridge, biting their lips in anticipation, and Azalea found herself on Keeper’s hard arm as he half escorted, half dragged her to the middle of the gleaming dance floor. Azalea took the end of the long red sash.
His dead eyes on her, Keeper produced Brandon's watch from his silk waistcoat, and tossed it to the floor. Azalea cringed at the clatter.
“Three minutes,” he said. He snapped his long gloved fingers, and the music began.
The tempo was breakneck much faster than it was supposed to, and she was caught off her guard from the very first step. She whirled in and out and underneath the sash, dodging its tight snaps before it wrapped around her wrists with blinding speed. Keeper did not say a word. His mouth pressed tight, razor thin, and his eyes narrowed.
Azalea kept up with the furious pace of the music, but each breath burned, and sweat trickled down the front of her corset. Three minutes had to be up by now. Angry, Azalea ducked out of capture again, and kicked Keeper in the knee.
Keeper yanked on the sash, so hard it brought her in sharply. She stumbled out of the rhythm. Using one hand, Keeper spun her hard, pulled her arms up with the sash, and wound it around her wrists, like a spider wrapping up a moth.
Smooth. Tight. So quick, Azalea didn’t realize she had been caught until her wrists throbbed with the tightness, and she was pressed, hard, against Keeper’s chest. Her fingers pulsed red.
Keeper wound one arm around her waist, the other gripping the twisted sash at her wrists.
“She’s been caught!” The girls’ cry of disappointment echoed from the bridge.
Azalea tried to writhe free. Keeper held her firmly. The sash burned.
“Now, now,” he said, breathless. He turned his hands a touch, and the crimson sash dug into Azalea’s skin. “Excellent dance, my lady. You are the best I have ever danced with. You should take pride in that.”
"Let me go."
“You have very pretty lips,” he said, keeping his hand at the pinching sash. “I’ve often wondered if you kiss as well as you dance….”
His fingers tightened about the sash, sending shoots of pain up her arms and making her knees weak. He brought his hand from her waist and entwined his long fingers into her hair, cradling and twisting at the same time.
And then, he leaned in to her neck, breathing against it. The hairs on the back of Azalea’s neck rose. Choking, she couldn’t cry out as his fingers gripped her hair, and his lips traced, just touching her skin, to hers-
Something came over Azalea, her eyes turned a jet black she felt a rush of power, she had never realized what she was before. She'd not known she was a Whisper. Until then.
In a jolt, Keeper jerked back, clutching his stomach as if he'd been stabbed. He made a strangled, inhuman noise.
Azalea caught a glimpse of an Adam’s apple a-bob, and shook free of the sash. Blood rushed to her fingers. She ran out the entrance, down the silver stairs, choking back something that was like sobs but not quite.
“Az!” Karliah caught Azalea before she collapsed onto the bridge. “Are you all right? You’re dead pale. Why wouldn’t he let you go? His back was to us. What happened?”
Azalea shook her head. “Nothing—nothing.”
“What—what happened to him? At the end?”
Azalea looked at Violet, uncertain.
“He…lost his balance,” said Violet, “Or…something.”
“It looked like his stomach had revolted against him,” said Karliah.
“Look,” whispered Diana.
They looked.
In the pavilion, Keeper swept about, his cloak billowing behind him. He was prowling. His eyes glinted as he searched over each piece of the dance floor.
“Let’s get out of here,” said Azalea. “We’re not coming back.”
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Last Memory
Azalea awoke, light streaming through the windows and she weakly sat up. The bedroom was empty. Outside it snowed and the light lit the bedroom brightly. Azalea shot up, panicked, she threw the blankets up and shot out of the bed.
It it was Christmas Day, and unlike every day, the girls weren't shaking her awake.
In a fit the night before, Azalea knew the magic object had to have been the sword. It was the only thing unbroken from the time of Kole. Keeper was Kole. Stupidly, Azalea had smashed the old sword into pieces. She'd then tried to tell Father about Keeper and the pavilion, and had fainted, the oath wouldn't let her.
Keeper! Where were the girls? It was late, 12 PM. Azalea raced, she dressed in a hurry and ran down the stairs.
The manor had changed. It had been magicked. Thorns blocked out the light of every window, spreading up walls from the outside. A rug snapped out at her and Azalea barely had time to jump out of the way, she raced down the hall, searching for her father and sisters. Everything had been magicked. A chandelier rounded the corner, clanging as it bobbed with lit candles, it charged at her and Azalea screamed, dunking into a room, and Azalea slapped a hand over her mouth, her face turning ashen.
Azalea had scrambled into the large ballroom, they'd usually kept it locked. It was old, and dusty, they had no need of a ballroom in modern times. It was old, and leaking, with dead plants, and marble floors, large windows with drapes and across from the wall with windows was a wall lined with mirrors.
Instead of seeing her own reflection, we're her sisters. Scattered in mirrrors next to each other. They huddled for warmth, barely moving. Their hair was frosting over, along with their eyelashes.
Azalea, in a panic, fled to the mirror, going to each mirror, distraught on how to free them. Only one person could have done this. Jessica worried her the most, she lay curled in the mirror, unmoving. Azalea pounded and yelled at the mirror until finally Jessica raised her head and blinked slowly.
Violet cradled Ariana and Willow, trying to warm them best she could, in the last mirror, Karlia tucked her knees close together. She mouthed 'I'm sorry.'
Azalea remembered her necklace. It was magic, in its own way. Maybe, maybe it could get them out.
Azalea rubbed her necklace against, and Karlia's eyes lit, huddling closer to the glass as if it provided warmth.
"Magic?" She mouthed.
[COLOR= rgb(68, 68, 68)]Azalea, hopeful, rubbed furiously against the glass. Perhaps she could somehow rub her sisters out of the mirror-[/COLOR]
But it did nothing. Karliah shuddered and shook her head.
“Not enough,” she mouthed.
Even so, Azalea ran to Jessica’s mirror and pressed the necklace against it. After several moments, Jessica stirred, and her eyes opened a touch. Behind her figure, in the mirror, a tiny spider candle skittered away, leaving a streak of gold. A dark, handsome figure crossed the floor behind them, and Azalea turned quickly, keeping the necklace pinned to the mirror behind her. Keeper!
He did not go to her, but instead went down a length to Violet's mirror, and placed his fist hard against it. All three girls cowered under it.
“Release it, Miss Azalea.”
Azalea hesitated. Keeper smashed his fist against the mirror, a hard cranch, and it cracked. Adriana gave a silent cry.
“Release it!”
Hating herself, Azalea threw the necklace to the floor. In an instant, her head thwacked against the marble and Keeper’s long, pointed fingers wrapped around her neck.
“Where is your father?” he snarled.
He hadn’t found Father yet! Azalea tried to blink the blotches from her vision.
“Well?” said Keeper, his fingers tightening.
“I don’t know,” said Azalea.
Keeper shoved her against the marble again, and colors burst before her eyes.
Graveyard.
The word came to her mind, fully formed.
“Graveyard,” Azalea said in a choked voice. “He’s in the graveyard.”
Keeper’s black eyes narrowed at her.
“Mother—” Azalea’s throat seemed to squeeze to her ears. “She died a year ago today.”
Keeper’s eyes remained thin slits, but he lightened his grip, a touch. Azalea inhaled fresh, sweet air.
“The graveyard,” he said. “Naturally.”
In a moment he stood before Jessica's mirror, giving the handkerchief a wide berth. Jessica was curled up and shivering, her dark curls askew. When she saw Keeper looming above her, she began to cry in tiny, noiseless wails.
He stretched out his fingers and, with some effort, stroked the mirror like a beloved pet. He placed his palm flat against the glass and closed his eyes.
His face became gaunter, almost translucent, and the mirror changed as well. Like light against a dark window, Azalea saw her own heaving reflection, transparent on the glass. Slowly it grew stronger and more opaque until Azalea was fully reflected. Jessica's reflection let out a cry-
—and Azalea saw it was the real Jessica, curled on the ballroom floor.
Head pulsing, Azalea rushed to her side, hoping to warm her quivering body. Keeper shoved her away and snatched Jessica up, striding out of the ballroom. Azalea staggered after him.
“You know where the graveyard is, Miss Jessica?” he said, carrying her under his arm like a sheep. He pulled the entrance hall door open. Tangled ropes of black branches twisted over it like snakes, masking the doorway.
Keeper closed his eyes and placed his hand on the tangled mess of branches, and his face grew ashen—just as when he had raised the water, those many months ago. His breathing labored. The tangled movements of the branches sped, and they parted in pieces, letting a stream of sunlight through.
“You can’t come back in until you find you're father,” said Keeper, heaving for air. “The bushes won’t let you in unless you have him with you. Understand? Don’t be gone long, my dear.”
Azalea grabbed a coat from the coat stand and wrapped it tightly around Jessica.
“Don’t come back,” she whispered. “Find father. But don’t let him in. Don’t come back!”
Jessica blinked her bright blue eyes at Azalea. Keeper grasped Jessica's arm and threw her through the opening in the branches. She stumbled out and nearly tripped down the long, gray stone stairs.
“Yes, find your father,” he said. “Tell him I am killing his eldest daughter--slowly.” He slammed the door.
Azalea dashed for the necklace, but Keeper caught her first, boxing her into the ballroom, and threw her into the curtains of one of the windows. The rope tassels twisted and wound of their own accord, wrapping themselves around her already-sore wrists. She bit back a cry as they tightened, sending shoots of pain up her arms.
“Let’s savor this,” he said.
With the utmost delicacy of his long fingers, Keeper tugged the pins from her hair and flicked them behind him; they clinked against the floor. Azalea struggled, squirming to keep her head away from Keeper’s fingers, but the cords her bound. Tendrils of dark waves cascaded nearly to her waist. The girls in the mirrors watched on with wide eyes. Azalea writhed with humiliation.
“There now,” Keeper whispered, when the last pin had clinked to the floor. “Don’t you look pretty.”
He leaned in to her. Azalea could smell the musty, empty-teapot metallic smell he carried with him. She couldn’t believe how she once had actually wanted to kiss him.
“Tell me,” he said in a low voice. “How is it that such a tiny necklace keeps me from-"
He stopped short at a tiny sniffling noise behind him. Turning, he stepped back to reveal Jessica, standing at the ballroom doors, small and shivering in her big coat. Her black hair hung over her shoulders, stringy and dripping from the melted snow. She was alone. Keeper’s eyes narrowed.
“How in the world,” said Keeper, snapping his cloak behind him as he swept to her, “did you get back in here? Alone? Mmm?”
Jessica's eyes shone bright with fear, but she did not back away. A touch of defiance sparked in them.
“My father says,” she whispered, raising her chin. “My f-father says…he says…if you hurt us…he will box your ears.”
Keeper stared down at her trembling figure. A smile grew on his face.
“Oh, did he?” he said. “I am shaking in my boots, I assure you.”
He knelt in front of Jessica and took her tiny hand in his.
“Let’s play a game,” he said. “I’ve heard some children do it with crickets, but it is so much more fun with people. I was so dearly hoping to do it to your father, but, alas.” Keeper sighed. “He is not here. Shall we begin with your thumbs?”
He grasped her thumb with a black gloved hand and—
Was soundly thwacked across the face.
Immediately Keeper sprang to his feet, massaging his cheek. His eyes narrowed to slits, searching.
“It seems we have a guest.” Keeper gave a half smile,but his eyes glinted hard. “Welc-"
Thwap.
Keeper smashed to the floor again
“Oh, we shall see about this!” he growled. With catlike dexterity, he jerked about and lunged at nothing. His hands caught on something invisible, clawing it to the ground, wrestling. A twist, and the invisible something had slammed Keeper to the floor again.
An invisibility spell!
The invisible figure’s movements were…stiffer. Firmer. Harder. Her father.
Keeper clawed at the air, tearing it, revealing a floating head with blood smeared across the cheek. Another hard yank, and Keeper tore away the spell as he clawed again, revealing Father.
Her Father managed one more resounding punch to Keeper’s face before Keeper, with great effort, thrust her father into the drapes, two windows away from Azalea. In a moment, the golden rope cords bit into his green t-shirt, restraining him tightly. It must have hurt, but her father made no sound. Instead, bound to the drapes, he glared at Keeper with such a look in his eyes as Azalea had never seen before.
“Well, well, well,” said Keeper, breathing heavily. “What a marvelous surprise, sir. And a invisibility spell, I welcome you both heartily.” Keeper gave a mock bow and paced around her father scrutinizing him. He smiled. His teeth gleamed. “So pleased to meet you at last. We’ve been having a marvelous time, these past months, your daughters and I. You know, you really shouldn’t have raised them to be so trusting.”
Keeper leaned in to father just inches from his face, breathing quiet words on his skin. “I’ve waited hundreds of years for this moment, thinking of all the ways I could possibly hurt you most. This will be amusing.”
Azalea's mind raced. Why did Keeper have an unexplained vendetta against her Father?
Her father did not reply. His face was so taut Azalea could see veins and muscles.
Keeper strode to Azalea, untangling her from the cords, and dragged her in front of the King. He grasped her hard around the waist, her hands in back, the pain keeping her from writhing out of his grip. She managed a good kick to his leg.
“Eldest to youngest,” said Keeper. “If the ones in the mirror don’t die first. That is the unfortunate side effect of the mirror charm. You leave them in too long, and they die. Pity, pity. And now, I remember a very pretty curtsy Miss Azalea once did. What was it called? Ah, yes…the Soul’s Curtsy…”
He snapped Azalea about to face him, and the world spun in her vision. She swallowed a yelp. Her trembling hands were grasped tightly in Keeper’s long fingers, her hair tangled over her face. He twisted her fingers and bent them back, pain coursing to her shoulders, and her knees gave way. She fell hard to the floor. She gave a choked cry.
“What fun—”
Crack—snap—CRASH!
Keeper released Azalea as the drapes and rod ripped from the wall, gilded iron, thick bolts, heavy velvet and all crashing to the floor. Azalea collapsed to the ground as her father tackled Keeper and threw him against the marble.
Crack.
The world seemed to shatter in front of Azalea, a long peice of silver glinted in Keepers hand, her father boxed him across the face. Keeper's silver knife tilting in his hand-
And plunging straight through her father's heart.
Azalea let out a earth-shattering scream, the girls in the mirror lay unmoving,eyes closed. Summoning all the strength she had, Azalea sprung from the floor and tackled Keeper, the knife left deep in her stiff fathers body. Keeper's head thwacked against the marble, before he shoved Azalea off him. Azalea spun, moving to get up and run but his long fingers starched out and clawed at her face, digging in deep and cutting flesh, leaving three diagonal scars across her cheek. Azalea brought her arm back, smashing her elbow into Keeper's nose with a satisfying crunch.
Azalea leaped forward, away from Keeper's reach, she glanced up at the mirrors one last time. And froze.
Her sisters were pale, frozen, still. Azalea knew enough to know they were dead. Azalea let out a choked cry, and would have sunken to her knees if she didn't see Keeper picking himself off the floor, his face stone hard.
Azalea swept the necklace off the floor, knowing Keeper couldn't touch her with it, and fled the ballroom, her breathing ragged as she fled, letting out choked sob-squeaks as she ran. She didn't know how her legs carried her out the front doors and through the forestry surrounding the white manor. Running until she got to town, she never stayed in one place to long after that, and her heart turned to ice.
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Azalea couldn't stop herself from breaking, no matter how hard she tried. A memory she'd kept hard to bury fresh in her mind, and Azalea heaved, her breathing ragged feeling as if she'd been hit hard in the chest with a stone, but really it was just her own grief, multiple emotions running through her. Guilt, regret, fear and anger, all among other things.
Azalea's eyes burned with pain, tears welling in them. More memories surged through, none as prominent as the last memory, but the change in Azalea was clear as day ever since Christmas. Her others memories including multiple things, Azalea; lying, manipulating, cheating and even killing others. Loose ends. She was running, that was more clear then anything, innocent people, families, lovesick idiots, people just trying to help, etc. All dead on Azalea's part. And then her coming to school, and nearly doing the same BUT killing. Azalea wasn't sorry she'd done it. Better they die then her.
At that moment, Cat burst through the doors. "Another one of your boy toys keeps asking for you and he won't leave me alo--Az?!"
Cat cut herself off, alarmed at the sight before her, and she fixiated a green eyed gaze on Sorren and Kalin, alarmed and shocked, the young witch had no idea what to do, she didn't know if Azalea was playing a game with them, or the attack was real, she stood, frozen on the spot and debating what to do.
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Sorren was taken aback by the last memory. You would have to have had a heart of stone not to be. Witnessing the death of people who clearly meant a lot to Azalea was far from pleasant. As soon as the last memory ended Sorren subconsciously leaned back like the experience had put a weight on him, his mouth was slightly agape as he took a sharp breath and looked down at Azalea; the flurry of emotions almost made him forget she was there. Sorren removed his hands in an instinctive action when he saw Azalea's face, the tears begging to be let out and the gratuitous anguish present in her eyes. Never had Sorren expected to see the girl whom had the reputation as the 'cold-hearted bitch' at school on the verge of tears.
Kalin's eyes finally shifted back to their ice blue as he slumped forward at the end of Azalea's last memory and his arms dropped to his sides, he was visibly exhausted from such a use of his abilities. Kalin put his hands on the ground to stabilise himself as he pushed himself up to stand on his legs. He sighed before looking around awkwardly, "Well that was...", he began without finishing the sentence. Unable to find an accurate word to describe the situation at hand. Sorren glanced up at him and they exchanged a look of sombreness.
The hybrid was lost in thought until Cat's presence permeated the silence that had settled between the three. His gaze shot over to Cat as she spoke before stopping and staring at Kalin and him. Sorren was frozen for a second before he hastily stood up and fully released Azalea. It was his natural reaction in a situation where he wasn't exactly thinking straight, he couldn't attack Cat or restrain her because frankly that would be stupid, and he couldn't run away because that would look incredibly suspicious and quite honestly would be pretty callous - he was what caused Azalea's grief by getting Kalin and going along with this game, Sorren couldn't help but feel bad despite her probably wanting to kill him in a number of unmentionable ways.
Sorren stood silent for a few more moments as his fixed stare was idly locked onto Cat, he ran a hand through his hair, slightly overwhelmed with what had happened. He doubted the day was going to get better. He took a step away from Azalea and then started to calmly walk towards Cat, he maintained unwavering eye contact. Kalin had gone to sit on the nearby bench and had a hand to his forehead. Sorren didn't want to show any emotions that exhibited his true feelings so showed the side of him that came naturally. He reached Cat and placed a hand on her shoulder before he spoke in a tone laced with sarcasm, "How nice of you to join us", he said while tilting his head somewhat to the side.
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Kalin's eyes finally shifted back to their ice blue as he slumped forward at the end of Azalea's last memory and his arms dropped to his sides, he was visibly exhausted from such a use of his abilities. Kalin put his hands on the ground to stabilise himself as he pushed himself up to stand on his legs. He sighed before looking around awkwardly, "Well that was...", he began without finishing the sentence. Unable to find an accurate word to describe the situation at hand. Sorren glanced up at him and they exchanged a look of sombreness.
The hybrid was lost in thought until Cat's presence permeated the silence that had settled between the three. His gaze shot over to Cat as she spoke before stopping and staring at Kalin and him. Sorren was frozen for a second before he hastily stood up and fully released Azalea. It was his natural reaction in a situation where he wasn't exactly thinking straight, he couldn't attack Cat or restrain her because frankly that would be stupid, and he couldn't run away because that would look incredibly suspicious and quite honestly would be pretty callous - he was what caused Azalea's grief by getting Kalin and going along with this game, Sorren couldn't help but feel bad despite her probably wanting to kill him in a number of unmentionable ways.
Sorren stood silent for a few more moments as his fixed stare was idly locked onto Cat, he ran a hand through his hair, slightly overwhelmed with what had happened. He doubted the day was going to get better. He took a step away from Azalea and then started to calmly walk towards Cat, he maintained unwavering eye contact. Kalin had gone to sit on the nearby bench and had a hand to his forehead. Sorren didn't want to show any emotions that exhibited his true feelings so showed the side of him that came naturally. He reached Cat and placed a hand on her shoulder before he spoke in a tone laced with sarcasm, "How nice of you to join us", he said while tilting his head somewhat to the side.
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Cat tilted her head, looking up at Sorren. She looked roguishly amused. Although she felt slightly intimidated by his unwavering eye contact. No wonder Azalea was so fascinated him.
"Yeaaaaaah, no. I don't play Azalea's games." The witch said, amused, shrugging off his hand, bright green eyes studied Sorren with a hard intensity. She glanced behind Sorren at Azalea, who had sat up and stared at Kalin with a murderous look, as if he were prey. Cat kindly averted her eyes back to Sorren.
"Listen, you seem like a nice guy so I'll give you a fair warning." Cat said, glancing at Azalea before speaking in a low voice. "This "game" you're playing, she isn't going to stop. People, friends, anyone that interacts with her..they tend to disappear. And it isn't necessarily Azalea all the time.."
Cat watched Azalea, who was currently staring at her scarred wrists. "She's a great gal though," Cat sat, perking up and smiling a wry grin, folding her arms across her chest. "Once you get to know her. She's not all ice ya know." Cat said with a suggestive grin, chiding him in the shoulder
Azalea picked herself up. Putting up her usual mask of ice. She cocked her head at Kalin on the bench. "It was lovely seeing you, Kalin. I'll see you around." Azalea said with a smirk, her tone a deadly honey sweet.
Azalea took notice of Cat, talking with Sorren. She did her best to not show her anger and attack Sorren for what he did. She clenched and unclenched her jaw. Instead, Azalea turned right, her steps light but quick. She didn't need Sorren's sympathetic eyes.
"Hey!" Cat called after her, cupping her hands over her mouth.
Azalea turned around, her face blank as she looked at Cag. It looked as if she was going through great lengths to not glare at Sorren, for once, she had nothing to say. It frustrated her deeply.
Cat pulled out Azalea's flask and threw it into the air, Azalea skillfully caught it with a wry grin. "I'll see you there." Cat said grinning, referring to their hideout in the woods. Azalea just nodded and turned away with a small grin.
"Ya know, you're welcome to join us. Azalea would thrilled." Cat said sarcastically, although her offer still stood. She began to walk after Azalea, not waiting for an answer, but she stopped and waved to Kalin with a wry grin. "See ya around physic boy!" Cat said loudly, before turning and walking for the woods.
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Passionately Curious
Sorren was surprised at the sudden compliment from Cat, she obviously didn't know what had gone on between Azalea and him to call him a 'nice guy'. However, he accepted it nonetheless, a compliment was a compliment. Though he brushed off his clothes as if they were specked with dust, Sorren not being the type to accept compliments comfortably. His eyes flicked over to Azalea and then back to Cat as he replied in a hushed voice, "If you're on about the permanent kind of disappearance then I doubt she could do that, I don't think she even knows how...", his voice trailed off slightly as he contemplated Azalea either being able to decapitate him or pull out his heart. Sorren very much doubted it.
While this happened, Kalin was glancing around the area and met Azalea's murderous eyes. He shifted on the bench uncomfortably as he scooted to the edge furthest from Azalea like it would make a difference. He breathed in a sharp breath before he quickly uttered to himself, "Definitely more scary up close". Not able to maintain eye contact with her, his gaze kept diverting to Sorren until she spoke to him; which is when he quickly shut his eyes and internally prayed to any God he could think of for her to not come over to him. After she stood Kalin attempted to cooly get up and wander over to Sorren, feeling like she wouldn't dare try and 'get him' if he was by his hybrid friend.
Sorren rolled his eyes at Cat's comment and suggestive grin and frowned, he liked to tease not be teased. "I don't want to get to know her, especially when she is plotting the murder of the person whom I'd consider my best friend". Sorren responded matter-of-factly. Though he didn't dare mention it, what Sorren truthfully wanted to do was see Azalea dance. In the memories he couldn't help but notice the grace and elegance in which she moved, it was simply hypnotising. Sorren himself could not dance to save his life but he was sure Azalea would be a spectacle to behold.
As he manoeuvred over to the pair, Kalin had seen the little interaction between Sorren and Cat and gave Cat a knowing smirk while nodding, still trying to stay out of Azalea's peripheral radar. Sorren brought a hand to the back of his neck and scratched it, a habit of his for when he was trying to not act on impulse. He had the sudden urge to smash Kalin into the ground.
Sorren noticed Azalea avoiding looking in his eyes, he felt triumphant amongst his sea of other emotions that were slowly dying down. His attention was brought back to Cat when she spoke, Sorren wasn't sure if she was serious about the invitation, he felt like it was some kind of trick to lure him out somewhere and Azalea could get her payback. Sorren always liked a challenge though. His competitive nature made him want to go, "I'd like to see her try..." he thought to himself amused.
As Azalea and Cat began to walk off and Kalin had waved a goodbye to Cat while still evading Azalea. Sorren had took a step closer to the psychic and spoke quietly, "I'm gonna go with them, if I'm not back by the end of school come and find me". Kalin just nodded in reply, preferring to change the topic to what piqued his interest at the moment, he nudged Sorren and started. "Do you think that Cat chick would dig me?" Sorren sighed and instead of replying just began to walk away from Kalin, brushing him off with a flick of his wrist.
As Sorren followed Azalea and Cat he checked his phone to see what the time was, lunch had just ended and it was now his 6th period, Learning Lab. Sorren normally didn't do much in this period anyway so threw away any of the slight worry he had about missing something important. The day felt like it had lasted for ages, the events that had happened in it felt like they spanned across a long length of time but in reality happened within hours of each other. Sorren knew he had found someone intriguing when he first spoke to Azalea. He caught up to Cat with ease and nudged her with his elbow, "She is going to be ecstatic", he grinned sarcastically in reference to how the whisper would feel about him joining them.
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While this happened, Kalin was glancing around the area and met Azalea's murderous eyes. He shifted on the bench uncomfortably as he scooted to the edge furthest from Azalea like it would make a difference. He breathed in a sharp breath before he quickly uttered to himself, "Definitely more scary up close". Not able to maintain eye contact with her, his gaze kept diverting to Sorren until she spoke to him; which is when he quickly shut his eyes and internally prayed to any God he could think of for her to not come over to him. After she stood Kalin attempted to cooly get up and wander over to Sorren, feeling like she wouldn't dare try and 'get him' if he was by his hybrid friend.
Sorren rolled his eyes at Cat's comment and suggestive grin and frowned, he liked to tease not be teased. "I don't want to get to know her, especially when she is plotting the murder of the person whom I'd consider my best friend". Sorren responded matter-of-factly. Though he didn't dare mention it, what Sorren truthfully wanted to do was see Azalea dance. In the memories he couldn't help but notice the grace and elegance in which she moved, it was simply hypnotising. Sorren himself could not dance to save his life but he was sure Azalea would be a spectacle to behold.
As he manoeuvred over to the pair, Kalin had seen the little interaction between Sorren and Cat and gave Cat a knowing smirk while nodding, still trying to stay out of Azalea's peripheral radar. Sorren brought a hand to the back of his neck and scratched it, a habit of his for when he was trying to not act on impulse. He had the sudden urge to smash Kalin into the ground.
Sorren noticed Azalea avoiding looking in his eyes, he felt triumphant amongst his sea of other emotions that were slowly dying down. His attention was brought back to Cat when she spoke, Sorren wasn't sure if she was serious about the invitation, he felt like it was some kind of trick to lure him out somewhere and Azalea could get her payback. Sorren always liked a challenge though. His competitive nature made him want to go, "I'd like to see her try..." he thought to himself amused.
As Azalea and Cat began to walk off and Kalin had waved a goodbye to Cat while still evading Azalea. Sorren had took a step closer to the psychic and spoke quietly, "I'm gonna go with them, if I'm not back by the end of school come and find me". Kalin just nodded in reply, preferring to change the topic to what piqued his interest at the moment, he nudged Sorren and started. "Do you think that Cat chick would dig me?" Sorren sighed and instead of replying just began to walk away from Kalin, brushing him off with a flick of his wrist.
As Sorren followed Azalea and Cat he checked his phone to see what the time was, lunch had just ended and it was now his 6th period, Learning Lab. Sorren normally didn't do much in this period anyway so threw away any of the slight worry he had about missing something important. The day felt like it had lasted for ages, the events that had happened in it felt like they spanned across a long length of time but in reality happened within hours of each other. Sorren knew he had found someone intriguing when he first spoke to Azalea. He caught up to Cat with ease and nudged her with his elbow, "She is going to be ecstatic", he grinned sarcastically in reference to how the whisper would feel about him joining them.
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"Oh yes, she'll be thrilled," she said, deciding to take his lead. "She'll most likely kill me the moment you leave the caves." Cat joked. She approached the hole in the rocks, shaking her head.
"Looks like she went ahead." She lamented as she used the upper rock as support to slid her legs in. She turned to him. "Feet first. Obviously. Az somehow can never get that down. To fragile I think. You think she'd be stronger for a murderer." She joked before sliding through the hole and landing on her feet, she turned and looked up, waiting for Sorren.
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Sorren observed Cat as she slid through the hole and then copied her movements to make it through himself, also landing on his feet. Sorren looked around the place, he could see why they came here but wondered how the pair discovered it in the first place. Sorren brushed some imaginary dust off his shoulder, always trying to maintain a kempt appearance. He stood next to Cat and was ready to follow her lead, "She might kill you once she can draw her mind away from the thought of trying to kill me first", the hybrid jested with a small laugh.
Sorren didn't expect Azalea to be anything remotely associated with the word 'friends' with someone like Cat. Cat seemed to be the polar opposite of Azalea but then perhaps that was why they were on what appeared to be such good terms. "Well she doesn't need strength with a mind like hers...", Sorren said as a joke but was in fact being deadly serious. Cat began to lead the way and he followed her, not wanting to miss the look on Azalea's face when she saw he had been invited along.
Sorren continued to take random glances around the place, analysing his surroundings, as he was almost never not on guard. Cat seemed like a decent person but without his eyes on the whisper he couldn't help but be slightly wary; Sorren was somewhat amused when he noticed how he had already began to have a conversation with Cat but had never actually had a proper conversation with Azalea, he doubted she would be up for starting now though.
Sorren placed his hands in his pockets as they walked and maintained their casual conversation, "So how did you manage to become friends with someone like Azalea?", Sorren said, honestly curious. "If you can even classify yourself as her friend...she doesn't exactly exhibit bundles of friendliness", Sorren added - he was unsure if Azalea actually counted anyone as her friend.
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Sorren didn't expect Azalea to be anything remotely associated with the word 'friends' with someone like Cat. Cat seemed to be the polar opposite of Azalea but then perhaps that was why they were on what appeared to be such good terms. "Well she doesn't need strength with a mind like hers...", Sorren said as a joke but was in fact being deadly serious. Cat began to lead the way and he followed her, not wanting to miss the look on Azalea's face when she saw he had been invited along.
Sorren continued to take random glances around the place, analysing his surroundings, as he was almost never not on guard. Cat seemed like a decent person but without his eyes on the whisper he couldn't help but be slightly wary; Sorren was somewhat amused when he noticed how he had already began to have a conversation with Cat but had never actually had a proper conversation with Azalea, he doubted she would be up for starting now though.
Sorren placed his hands in his pockets as they walked and maintained their casual conversation, "So how did you manage to become friends with someone like Azalea?", Sorren said, honestly curious. "If you can even classify yourself as her friend...she doesn't exactly exhibit bundles of friendliness", Sorren added - he was unsure if Azalea actually counted anyone as her friend.
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Ms. Sparrow
Queen of SHIIIPS
"She came into my town a couple months back. It's pretty small, and I was staying at a shitty motel when Azalea walked in, she'd payed for a room in a rush and then had run upstairs into her room. A couple hours maybe after that, three men, wizards came in, looking for a girl that described Az." Cat said it nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal.
"They searched the motel, but found nothing. I was of course, curious, I mean wouldn't you be? Anyway, I started to stupidly follow the wizards, but I got caught, and just when I thought I was a dead man, Az springs out of nowhere and starts using her Whisper juju on all three of them!" Cat said excitedly, as if she was describing some awesome action packed movie of some sort.
"One started vomiting, another started screaming he couldn't see, and the third one just started suffocating. And then I finished them off with a couple spells while they were, ah distracted. But then she faints right? Only because that must take a toll on the mind, controlling three people? Ouch. So I brought her back to my motel room, right? And the moment she wakes up, she tries to kill me! Naturally, she was much too weak, and after a lot of broken things, she finally sat down. Although she was the kindest, obviously." Cat said with a chuckle as they made there way through the caves, her voice echoing.
"So I fed her and gave her tea and stuff to make her feel better. She never actually ate or drank any of it though. You would've thought I was trying to poison her. Anyway, I kept thanking her for saving me, and she kept saying she only did it for herself, but I know the real trusth. So, we ended up talking all night, without even sleeping, and at the end of it, I even got her to smile! Can you believe it? I almost had a heart attack! Anyway, the next day she was leaving, and I kept asking her if I could go with her but she said no. A lot. But I didn't care, and I followed her anyway, naturally she almost killed me the first few times, but it was worth it. After a while, she even grew to like me. A long while. She's nice and stuffy, underneath her ice-stone cold killer mask." Cat finished with a grin. She wondered if this would change Sorren's opinion of Azalea. Probably not, as it wasn't the most positive story of her. Azalea was definitely gonna kill her.
The cave became greener as they went, more holes in the rock ceiling let in rags of sunshine as they entered the rather green chamber Azalea was in.
Azalea had her back to them at the time she'd heard the footsteps. "Shit it's about time, what'd you do crawl- Oh what the hell Cat!" Azalea cut herself off as she saw Sorren standing next to Cat, her grin turning into an angry scowl. Cat grinned a wry grin, a mischievous glint in her green eyes. Azalea had the urge to strangle Cat. And Sorren. Both in fact. And it was taking her a great amount to restrain herself.
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Bowa
Passionately Curious
Sorren listened intently through Cat's story, highly amused at her storytelling ability. He couldn't help but let the odd laugh escape his lips as she went through it, detailing the events of her and Azalea's meeting and then budding friendship. Sorren used his hands to mimic the gesture of being mind blown, "She smiles?", Sorren put a hand to his chin like he was in deep thought, an act of sarcasm. "That is monumental news but are you sure she shouldn't be checked or something? It is a very abnormal occurrence", the hybrid let out another laugh, Cat seemed like a great person to be around.
Sorren wondered if Cat was the daring type, "She's nice?", he raised an eyebrow, "The moment she is nice to me is the moment the world ends". Sorren said while shaking his head doubtfully. "Okay, lets make a bet. From the time that we are in here with Azalea to the time that we leave", his lips began to curve into a sly smirk as he continued, "If she shows even an ounce of kindness then you can command me to do one thing and one thing only and it will be done". Sorren looked at Cat with a daring looking but shrugged his shoulders, "Obviously if I won then you would have to do whatever I commanded but if you're not up for a challenge then I understand...", Sorren tilted his head in mock pity at Cat as they reached the area where the whisper was located.
Sorren couldn't have had a more shit-eating grin on his face if he tried, the look on Azalea's face when she turned around and saw him was priceless. He would have liked to frame it - it made him feel that great about himself. Sorren looked at Azalea, a smug grin still plastered to his face, "I've just heard the cutest story about you" he teased as he strolled into the chamber.
He wandered in and leaned against a wall, unsure on whether he should sit or stand. Sorren was thinking about the situation at hand, it could be myriads of things from amusing to dreadful and everywhere in between. He was hoping for once that he wouldn't have to watch everyone around him like an eagle. But he wouldn't take any chances, it took a lot to gain Sorren's trust.
As he adjusted himself on the wall, Sorren took a moment to actually contemplate over everything that he now knew about Azalea. She was definitely one ruthless, cold-hearted bitch but somewhere deep underneath that Sorren was beginning to think that she hid away a more...softer...side. A side that sometimes showed itself through the little chips that wore away on her emotionless facade.
Sorren considered for the briefest of seconds, asking Azalea about dancing. His mind kept drifting off every so often to when he saw her delicate and refined movements. A bad idea was too kind of a description of this thought however. The memories that Sorren assumed to be associated with the art of dance must be beyond painful for Azalea to recollect. He thought he had already done enough for one day to royally frustrate Azalea so he thought about it himself in silent fascination.
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Sorren wondered if Cat was the daring type, "She's nice?", he raised an eyebrow, "The moment she is nice to me is the moment the world ends". Sorren said while shaking his head doubtfully. "Okay, lets make a bet. From the time that we are in here with Azalea to the time that we leave", his lips began to curve into a sly smirk as he continued, "If she shows even an ounce of kindness then you can command me to do one thing and one thing only and it will be done". Sorren looked at Cat with a daring looking but shrugged his shoulders, "Obviously if I won then you would have to do whatever I commanded but if you're not up for a challenge then I understand...", Sorren tilted his head in mock pity at Cat as they reached the area where the whisper was located.
Sorren couldn't have had a more shit-eating grin on his face if he tried, the look on Azalea's face when she turned around and saw him was priceless. He would have liked to frame it - it made him feel that great about himself. Sorren looked at Azalea, a smug grin still plastered to his face, "I've just heard the cutest story about you" he teased as he strolled into the chamber.
He wandered in and leaned against a wall, unsure on whether he should sit or stand. Sorren was thinking about the situation at hand, it could be myriads of things from amusing to dreadful and everywhere in between. He was hoping for once that he wouldn't have to watch everyone around him like an eagle. But he wouldn't take any chances, it took a lot to gain Sorren's trust.
As he adjusted himself on the wall, Sorren took a moment to actually contemplate over everything that he now knew about Azalea. She was definitely one ruthless, cold-hearted bitch but somewhere deep underneath that Sorren was beginning to think that she hid away a more...softer...side. A side that sometimes showed itself through the little chips that wore away on her emotionless facade.
Sorren considered for the briefest of seconds, asking Azalea about dancing. His mind kept drifting off every so often to when he saw her delicate and refined movements. A bad idea was too kind of a description of this thought however. The memories that Sorren assumed to be associated with the art of dance must be beyond painful for Azalea to recollect. He thought he had already done enough for one day to royally frustrate Azalea so he thought about it himself in silent fascination.
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Ms. Sparrow
Queen of SHIIIPS
Cat grinned at Azalea's reaction, it was exactly what she expected. "We knew you'd be thrilled." Cat said sarcastically, swiping the flask from Azalea's hands.
Azalea scowled even further at Sorren's tease, she shot Cat a withering look. "Yes. I'm sure you did." Azalea said flatly, still scowling, Cat grinned sheepishly. Cat clapped her hands together and a leather recliner chair appeared, across from a sofa, along with an coffee table in the middle.
Azalea knew what she was doing, Azalea dove for the chair but Cat was quicker as she slid into it, shooting Cat a withering look, Azalea sat on the sofa.
"You're welcome to sit Sorren." Cat said with a wry grin in a sweet voice, staring at Azalea. The only place open to sit was on the sofa. With Azalea.
Azalea swung her legs over the cushion next to her, laying down so Sorren would in fact not sit. "On the floor." Azalea added to Cat's suggestion, coolly with a smirk.
Cat took a sip of the flask before holding it out for Sorren to take. "Nonsense Az. He can sit next to you." Cat said, smirking.
"I'm sure if you moved you're fat ass over, there'd be plenty of room for both of you." Azalea says with a smug grin, both girls locked in challenging stares.
"I'd move you're legs unless you want Sorren to crush those fragile bones of yours." Cat replied briskly.
The girls grinned. It was clearly one of THOSE friend relationships where there bond grew from just making little digs at each other. Azalea told herself she didn't have friends, just people she would need for further use, but deep down she knew that was wrong.
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Passionately Curious
Sorren sighed and raised a hand to his forehead, "For fucks sake...what have I gotten myself into" he mumbled to himself after he took a glance at Cat and then Azalea. He looked at the flask that Cat was holding out for him to take, despite already seeing the pair drink from it, he was still apprehensive about taking a sip himself. He shrugged his shoulders thinking what was the worst that could happen as he accepted the flask and took a long sip, not like they could get him drunk. It took a lot to get Sorren drunk, all thanks to his hybrid nature.
Sorren chuckled slightly at the interaction between Cat and Azalea, the bond between them was obvious even if the whisper tried to hide it. In a second, he flashed over to the sofa. Quickly picking Azalea up, and placing her on the floor before she could react. "As a guest, I think it is only polite to let me sit on the sofa and you on the floor", he said with a grin as he leaned back and folded his arms behind his head. Making sure to take up all the space.
He looked over at Cat, a glint in his eyes as his confidence of winning their bet grew. No way was Azalea going to show kindness in his presence, he thought she wouldn't do it in anybodies presence if he was honest until earlier. Sorren already began thinking about what he could get Cat to do, Oh how he loved a challenge.
Sorren's gaze returned to Azalea, "I'm sure you don't mind sitting on the floor, since you are so clearly against sitting next to me...", he smiled with mock naivety. Sorren thought that teasing Azalea would only lead her further down the path of wanting to murder him and heightening his chance of winning. And he didn't like to admit it but he enjoyed teasing her specifically.
Sorren continued to grin smugly at her as he took another sip from the flask and then held it out for her to take, he looked over at Cat, "Hmm, how many ways do you think she has already planned my murder?", he questioned with a short laugh.
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Sorren chuckled slightly at the interaction between Cat and Azalea, the bond between them was obvious even if the whisper tried to hide it. In a second, he flashed over to the sofa. Quickly picking Azalea up, and placing her on the floor before she could react. "As a guest, I think it is only polite to let me sit on the sofa and you on the floor", he said with a grin as he leaned back and folded his arms behind his head. Making sure to take up all the space.
He looked over at Cat, a glint in his eyes as his confidence of winning their bet grew. No way was Azalea going to show kindness in his presence, he thought she wouldn't do it in anybodies presence if he was honest until earlier. Sorren already began thinking about what he could get Cat to do, Oh how he loved a challenge.
Sorren's gaze returned to Azalea, "I'm sure you don't mind sitting on the floor, since you are so clearly against sitting next to me...", he smiled with mock naivety. Sorren thought that teasing Azalea would only lead her further down the path of wanting to murder him and heightening his chance of winning. And he didn't like to admit it but he enjoyed teasing her specifically.
Sorren continued to grin smugly at her as he took another sip from the flask and then held it out for her to take, he looked over at Cat, "Hmm, how many ways do you think she has already planned my murder?", he questioned with a short laugh.
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Ms. Sparrow
Queen of SHIIIPS
"That's funny. Too bad I'm not polite." Azalea said with a mocking, childish pout. Cat rolled her eyes. Azalea huffed at his own mocking words of her sitting on the floor, and she couldn't help but slightly scowl before her face turned into a mockingly sweet smile. "Not at all." Azalea replied crisply as he pushed her temper further. Although she would never admit it on her life, she rather enjoyed Sorren's mocking presence and challenging him. Azalea swiped the flask from him in a flash, looking rather indignant as she grudgingly took a sip of the flask, leaning against the couch and stuck on the floor. She knew if she even tried to push him or pull him off the couch, it would just look embarrassing.
Cat started the chuckle at Sorrens question to her, she shook her head, "Too many to count most likely, all in a gruesome numbers of ways I'm sure, I'm positive over a hundred but I've never been good at math, what do you think So-"
Cat was cut off as Azalea closed the flask tightly and threw it, hitting Cat in the head with a clunk.
"Ow!" Cat said scowling at Azalea, who smirked at her triumphantly. Cat knew she was losing, which only made her want to win harder. "Oops." Azalea said in a flat voice, her grin turned into a smile but only for a second as Azalea caught herself smiling. She quickly wiped the smile off her face in a flash, fading back into a small triumphant grin as Cat rubbed her forehead.
Cat however caught the smile, giving Sorren an 'I told you so' look. Her eyes lit with triumph.
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Bowa
Passionately Curious
Sorren grinned at Azalea, "You're not polite but are letting me have the couch all to myself, I guess you are just too generous then", Sorren knew if she even tried to move him from the sofa with force it would end embarrassingly but that didn't stop him from rubbing it in. He witnessed her rather indignant look as she took a drink from the flask, she never failed to amuse the hybrid.
Sorren let out a snicker as the flask collided with Cat's head, he smirked as he looked over at Cat who had just openly exclaimed. "I think her plan to murder you is already underway", he joked as he adjusted his position on the sofa to get more comfortable. Sorren quickly looked down at Azalea to see where she was looking before he mouthed to Cat after she given him a meaningful look, "No way did she just smile, am I dreaming?".
The presence of the two was entertaining Sorren, he never thought that he would actually enjoy spending time with Cat and Azalea. When he first came over with Cat, he fully expected to get ambushed and tortured by Azalea. He didn't know what to expect from Azalea at the time so he automatically assumed the worst. Now she didn't seem all too bad. And he thoroughly enjoyed his introduction to Cat, finding they had alike humour.
Sorren considered letting Azalea sit on the sofa but then a better idea popped into his head, knowing it would annoy her. "You know Azalea", he trailed off as he sat up slightly, "If you're uncomfortable on the floor you could always sit on my lap". Sorren's usual grin returned to his face as he baited Azalea, he wasn't about to lose so easily. She smiled and although it rather pleased him to see another side to Azalea, his competitive nature wouldn't let him lose a bet so he banked on being able to aggravate her.
Sorren could tell from the look in Cat's eyes that she was willing to do what was needed to win the bet. Sorren would have to do whatever she commanded, he would never back out of doing a bet so had to commit to the doing whatever was asked. He was not ready to let that happen.
Sorren thought it would be beyond fun to play a game such as Truth or Dare with the two, neither of them seeming willing to back down from anything. He also contemplated over how if he ever pranked either of them it would turn into a never-ending prank war. They both appeared to be good company and he didn't mind spending time with Azalea when she wasn't trying to harm him in any way. At least not yet.
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Sorren let out a snicker as the flask collided with Cat's head, he smirked as he looked over at Cat who had just openly exclaimed. "I think her plan to murder you is already underway", he joked as he adjusted his position on the sofa to get more comfortable. Sorren quickly looked down at Azalea to see where she was looking before he mouthed to Cat after she given him a meaningful look, "No way did she just smile, am I dreaming?".
The presence of the two was entertaining Sorren, he never thought that he would actually enjoy spending time with Cat and Azalea. When he first came over with Cat, he fully expected to get ambushed and tortured by Azalea. He didn't know what to expect from Azalea at the time so he automatically assumed the worst. Now she didn't seem all too bad. And he thoroughly enjoyed his introduction to Cat, finding they had alike humour.
Sorren considered letting Azalea sit on the sofa but then a better idea popped into his head, knowing it would annoy her. "You know Azalea", he trailed off as he sat up slightly, "If you're uncomfortable on the floor you could always sit on my lap". Sorren's usual grin returned to his face as he baited Azalea, he wasn't about to lose so easily. She smiled and although it rather pleased him to see another side to Azalea, his competitive nature wouldn't let him lose a bet so he banked on being able to aggravate her.
Sorren could tell from the look in Cat's eyes that she was willing to do what was needed to win the bet. Sorren would have to do whatever she commanded, he would never back out of doing a bet so had to commit to the doing whatever was asked. He was not ready to let that happen.
Sorren thought it would be beyond fun to play a game such as Truth or Dare with the two, neither of them seeming willing to back down from anything. He also contemplated over how if he ever pranked either of them it would turn into a never-ending prank war. They both appeared to be good company and he didn't mind spending time with Azalea when she wasn't trying to harm him in any way. At least not yet.
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Ms. Sparrow
Queen of SHIIIPS
Cat grinned and shook her head, shrugging her arms at Sorren mouthed to her. Azalea caught the exchange and narrowed her eyes, glancing between the two. What were they up to? Cat chuckled at Sorren's joke, "Yup, she's after my head. It won't be long before she makes me disappear too." Cat joked nonchalantly with Sorren. She wasn't helping her case that's for sure. Azalea glared bitterly at the floor before brushing it off and looking at Cat with a smirk, but her eyes were cold.
"No Cat, I began to plot you're death long before this moment." Azalea chided coolly with a smirk, her dark eyes glinting.
Sorren spoke again and Cat snickered over in the chair, attempting to contain her laughter before bursting into hysterics at Azalea's reaction, who scowled further, annoyed. If she could just kill him right on the spot she would...At least, that's what she told herself.
"You could always sit on my lap." Azalea mimicked Sorren in a higher pitched tone with exaggered head gestures, crossing her arms over her chest with a sour look, not bothering to turn around and look up at Sorren. Clearly annoyed. Cat burst out laughing again, clutching her stomach in pain.
After Cat recovered, she had a couple sips of the flask before tossing it to Azalea for Azalea to give to Sorren, still chuckling softly. Azalea, in turn, took a sip from the flask, indignantly refusing to hand it to Sorren, she continued to hold it begrudgingly.
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Bowa
Passionately Curious
Sorren lay comfortably on the sofa, he still couldn't draw his mind from the incessant suspicion of Azalea planning something. He knew she was weak, courtesy of his friend Kalin, but he had no idea how long it would take her to recover. Hence why he didn't let his watch wander too far from the Whisper, not wanting to miss a movement. Wanting to be as ready as he could.
Sorren didn't notice Azalea catching onto his interaction with Cat though, a bit more focused on how their bet was creating amusement for him. Sorren now felt like he had the win in the bag, Azalea was visibly annoyed and he couldn't see how that attitude would change. Not even an ounce of kindness; no please or thank you, no genuine compliments, no act of even general friendliness. Sorren assumed she would have to muster up enough care to be openly kind with a level-head never mind an agitated one.
Sorren laughed along with Cat, their back and forth joking was highly entertaining for the hybrid. It was another way to irritate Azalea. He scratched his nose as a way to cover up the beginnings of a snicker at Azalea's comment.
Sorren couldn't resist wearing a wide grin at Azalea's reaction to his statement. She appeared to have started sulking which only made Sorren want to continue prodding her buttons. He was glad that Cat and her hadn't started on him so was happy for the attention to remain focused on Azalea. Besides, Cat was clearly as amused as him, if not more.
As Azalea took a sip from the flask and then kept it firmly in her grasp, Sorren shook his head and tut-tutted at her actions. "Now that's just rude". He rolled his eyes, though not expecting any less from Azalea. Sorren leaned up on the couch and looked towards her. "Tell you what, I'll let you sit on the couch with me if you can keep that flask in your hands and out of mine for 30 seconds", Sorren raised a hand and pretended to brush something off his shoulder. "I'll even handicap myself so you have the slightest chance of winning", he mischievously grinned before adding, "I won't use my enhanced hybrid speed".
He was competitive and obviously wanted to win but that couldn't stop him from wanting to show just how easy a manner he thought he could do it in. Sorren swung his legs off the sofa and placed his feet on the ground in one fluid motion. A grin was still scrawled across his face and his emerald eyes shone with a daring gleam. "What do you say?". Sorren took a quick glance at Cat and mouthed, "I hope you're okay with losing...", with mock sincerity. He was sure that his challenge to Azalea would only cement his victory over her too.
Truthfully, the challenge to Azalea was kind of a way to see her lithe figure move fluently first-hand without directly asking her to dance. If she actually agreed, Sorren wasn't sure if he could honestly get the flask from her without his inhuman speed if Azalea's movements were as refined as they appeared in her memories. He assumed she hadn't danced in a while though so perhaps she was a little rusty.
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Sorren didn't notice Azalea catching onto his interaction with Cat though, a bit more focused on how their bet was creating amusement for him. Sorren now felt like he had the win in the bag, Azalea was visibly annoyed and he couldn't see how that attitude would change. Not even an ounce of kindness; no please or thank you, no genuine compliments, no act of even general friendliness. Sorren assumed she would have to muster up enough care to be openly kind with a level-head never mind an agitated one.
Sorren laughed along with Cat, their back and forth joking was highly entertaining for the hybrid. It was another way to irritate Azalea. He scratched his nose as a way to cover up the beginnings of a snicker at Azalea's comment.
Sorren couldn't resist wearing a wide grin at Azalea's reaction to his statement. She appeared to have started sulking which only made Sorren want to continue prodding her buttons. He was glad that Cat and her hadn't started on him so was happy for the attention to remain focused on Azalea. Besides, Cat was clearly as amused as him, if not more.
As Azalea took a sip from the flask and then kept it firmly in her grasp, Sorren shook his head and tut-tutted at her actions. "Now that's just rude". He rolled his eyes, though not expecting any less from Azalea. Sorren leaned up on the couch and looked towards her. "Tell you what, I'll let you sit on the couch with me if you can keep that flask in your hands and out of mine for 30 seconds", Sorren raised a hand and pretended to brush something off his shoulder. "I'll even handicap myself so you have the slightest chance of winning", he mischievously grinned before adding, "I won't use my enhanced hybrid speed".
He was competitive and obviously wanted to win but that couldn't stop him from wanting to show just how easy a manner he thought he could do it in. Sorren swung his legs off the sofa and placed his feet on the ground in one fluid motion. A grin was still scrawled across his face and his emerald eyes shone with a daring gleam. "What do you say?". Sorren took a quick glance at Cat and mouthed, "I hope you're okay with losing...", with mock sincerity. He was sure that his challenge to Azalea would only cement his victory over her too.
Truthfully, the challenge to Azalea was kind of a way to see her lithe figure move fluently first-hand without directly asking her to dance. If she actually agreed, Sorren wasn't sure if he could honestly get the flask from her without his inhuman speed if Azalea's movements were as refined as they appeared in her memories. He assumed she hadn't danced in a while though so perhaps she was a little rusty.
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Ms. Sparrow
Queen of SHIIIPS
Azalea smirked at Sorren's reaction to her keeping it in the flask, making her only grasp it tighter, her brown eyes gleaming triumphantly at any chance to aggravate or annoy him. Azalea turned to face him as he began to speak, looking amused with a smug grin on her face. Her grin became wider at his offer. His confidence of winning only made Azalea want to play the game harder.
Azalea rose from the floor in a sleek manner, looking amused. She cocked her head up at him. "Game on." She said briskly with a smirk, before turning in a graceful manner and taking a couple steps back from arms reach. Her dark eyes gleamed, daring him to try and get the flask, a mischievous smirk on her face and Cat watched from the chair, amused.
Azalea ignored this. In a way, Azalea was reminded of the Entwine, except there was no sash, and the time limit was much shorter. It made her want to win the challenge that much harder.
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Bowa
Passionately Curious
On the inside, Sorren couldn’t have been more excited to see Azalea rise and accept his challenge. Externally though, Sorren played it cool. He slowly rose from the couch and eyed Azalea mischievously. A grin curved his lips as he strode towards her, he paused just in front of her. Not breaking eye contact, he spoke to Cat, “Time it”, he said in a serious tone but still wore his trademark grin.
As Cat nodded signalling that she was ready, Sorren snaked an arm around Azalea swiftly as if they were to begin at the tempo prestissimo. Not wasting any time. He knew she would want to win this as bad as he did and so wasn’t going to treat the challenge as child’s play.
His gaze remained locked to hers as he continued to reach for the flask in fluid motions. Zeal present in his movements as their proximity to one another became ever closer. The pair weren’t exactly dancing but they twisted and turned at a rapid pace, Azalea continuing to move in a way that the flask always seemed within reach but evaded Sorren’s grasp every time.
Just from the way her supple figure moved in the passing seconds, Sorren could tell she could dance with great finesse. His mother had gotten him to perfect at least two dances; she refused to let him mope about whenever they had a special gathering or party, she wanted to show her son off. Therefore, Sorren could perform a particularly mean Tango and a mesmerising Kizomba. Usually, his mother preferred to get Sorren to exhibit another talent though, one he had practised from a very young age but never did anymore. Sorren couldn’t help but wonder if she could perform a Soul’s Curtsy, something he had always wanted to witness ever since his mother first told him of the etiquette.
As time ticked on, his movements became more daring as Azalea almost hypnotised him with her smooth, agile steps. Sorren would shift to get the flask one way but she would repeatedly seem to be a step ahead and have moved it tantalisingly just out of his reach. The challenge was only deemed to last 30 seconds but the brisk exchange between Azalea and himself caused him to break a sweat. It was exhilarating.
Cat yelled to announce that the 30 seconds was up. Azalea still held the flask firmly in her nimble fingers. Sorren held her gaze with vivid green eyes and wore a smirk. “Luck”, he said not wanting to admit defeat. However, he knew full well that despite being far from a walk in the park, he was truly no match for Azalea in these terms.
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As Cat nodded signalling that she was ready, Sorren snaked an arm around Azalea swiftly as if they were to begin at the tempo prestissimo. Not wasting any time. He knew she would want to win this as bad as he did and so wasn’t going to treat the challenge as child’s play.
His gaze remained locked to hers as he continued to reach for the flask in fluid motions. Zeal present in his movements as their proximity to one another became ever closer. The pair weren’t exactly dancing but they twisted and turned at a rapid pace, Azalea continuing to move in a way that the flask always seemed within reach but evaded Sorren’s grasp every time.
Just from the way her supple figure moved in the passing seconds, Sorren could tell she could dance with great finesse. His mother had gotten him to perfect at least two dances; she refused to let him mope about whenever they had a special gathering or party, she wanted to show her son off. Therefore, Sorren could perform a particularly mean Tango and a mesmerising Kizomba. Usually, his mother preferred to get Sorren to exhibit another talent though, one he had practised from a very young age but never did anymore. Sorren couldn’t help but wonder if she could perform a Soul’s Curtsy, something he had always wanted to witness ever since his mother first told him of the etiquette.
As time ticked on, his movements became more daring as Azalea almost hypnotised him with her smooth, agile steps. Sorren would shift to get the flask one way but she would repeatedly seem to be a step ahead and have moved it tantalisingly just out of his reach. The challenge was only deemed to last 30 seconds but the brisk exchange between Azalea and himself caused him to break a sweat. It was exhilarating.
Cat yelled to announce that the 30 seconds was up. Azalea still held the flask firmly in her nimble fingers. Sorren held her gaze with vivid green eyes and wore a smirk. “Luck”, he said not wanting to admit defeat. However, he knew full well that despite being far from a walk in the park, he was truly no match for Azalea in these terms.
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Queen of SHIIIPS
Azalea kept her gaze locked with Sorren as she gilded, gracefully turning and whirling every time he always seemed just within reach of the flask. Azalea lost herself, and Azalea thought could almost hear music in her as she spun away from Sorren's grasp, she lost herself, forgetting her surroundings, her past, her cold mask, the only thing that mattered in those 30 seconds was Sorren and the flask.
Azalea wondered if he ever danced, he could be a masterful dancer if taught so. Her mother had taught Azalea to dance, she learned everything and for a moment Azalea considered asking him if he danced. Azalea's brown eyes never left Sorren's intense gaze as she spun, losing herself in the process as their pace picked up as Sorren's moved became more daring, she was exhilarated, breathless.
Cat was intriged, leaning on the edge of the seat watching intensely. She wondered where Azalea had learned to spin so effortlessly and gracefully. She had fully expected Sorren to win. She'd almost forgot about the time and yelled it out, the music in Azalea's chest faded and she realized she still held the flask. She smirked triumphantly at Sorren, her eyes lit with an unfamiliar light in them.
"I win." Azalea said panting but triumphantly, grinning ear to ear, breathless. And then she did something most unexpected. She laughed. It was a great laugh, cute in fact, it was a laugh that made you want to laugh. Cat's jaw dropped and she nearly fell out of her seat, catching herself on the coffee table, still gaping. Azalea plopped on the sofa, not noticing Cat's appalled reaction.
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Bowa
Passionately Curious
Sorren had felt like he had been lifted off the floor and moved naturally with the air until Azalea and him came to a halt. She had won and by quite a margin. The hybrid began to catch his breath as he looked at Azalea with a twinkle in his eye, still grinning as she spoke, and then it happened. She laughed. A genuine, cute laugh. It took a moment for it to process in his head, Sorren for a second thought he must have fainted from breathlessness. He saw Cat's reaction out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help having one slightly similarly. Mouth agape.
Sorren felt like he had to raise a had to his jaw to pick it up and did so quickly before Azalea noticed his reaction. He quite liked her laugh, it was charming. And so didn't want to squander even the smallest of possibilities that it could happen again. Sorren smiled for the briefest of moments as he walked towards the sofa before it registered in his head that he was doing so and promptly adjusted it into a smirk.
As he sat down next to Azalea, it suddenly hit him. She laughed genuinely. Meaning she had shown an ounce of kindness. In the moment, Sorren had forgotten about his surroundings and was absorbed by Azalea's presence but now realised he had just lost his bet to Cat also. In the process of trying to showboat and winning two challenges with ease, Sorren had just lost both of them and now had to face whatever consequences Cat could think of. "You can command me to do one thing and one thing only and it will be done", were his exact words. If he wasn't still coming down from a high, regret would definitely be at the forefront of his mind.
So Sorren attempted to change the topic, hoping, praying, that Cat wouldn't pick up on Azalea's laugh as a sign she had won their bet. Sorren ran an idle hand through his hair as his breathing finally returned to normal. He snatched the flask out of Azalea's hand, now able to do it easily with access to his hybrid speed. He flashed her a grin before he took a long sip from it, the liquid actually being rather refreshing. "I hope you know that you only won because I practically let you", he said teasingly. Sorren's competitive nature also meant he didn't take losing too well. Deep down, what he really wanted to do was compliment Azalea on her prowess. Sorren would rather be dead than say that out loud though.
Sorren couldn't help but want to do it again, or even actually dance with Azalea. The rush he felt while doing the act was invigorating. Enchanting. She must of felt something intoxicating as well from her reaction but Sorren dared not mention it. His mind trailed back to her memories, it was a risk to even do this and so no matter how desperate he was to feel that same feeling again. Sorren kept silent about it.
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Sorren felt like he had to raise a had to his jaw to pick it up and did so quickly before Azalea noticed his reaction. He quite liked her laugh, it was charming. And so didn't want to squander even the smallest of possibilities that it could happen again. Sorren smiled for the briefest of moments as he walked towards the sofa before it registered in his head that he was doing so and promptly adjusted it into a smirk.
As he sat down next to Azalea, it suddenly hit him. She laughed genuinely. Meaning she had shown an ounce of kindness. In the moment, Sorren had forgotten about his surroundings and was absorbed by Azalea's presence but now realised he had just lost his bet to Cat also. In the process of trying to showboat and winning two challenges with ease, Sorren had just lost both of them and now had to face whatever consequences Cat could think of. "You can command me to do one thing and one thing only and it will be done", were his exact words. If he wasn't still coming down from a high, regret would definitely be at the forefront of his mind.
So Sorren attempted to change the topic, hoping, praying, that Cat wouldn't pick up on Azalea's laugh as a sign she had won their bet. Sorren ran an idle hand through his hair as his breathing finally returned to normal. He snatched the flask out of Azalea's hand, now able to do it easily with access to his hybrid speed. He flashed her a grin before he took a long sip from it, the liquid actually being rather refreshing. "I hope you know that you only won because I practically let you", he said teasingly. Sorren's competitive nature also meant he didn't take losing too well. Deep down, what he really wanted to do was compliment Azalea on her prowess. Sorren would rather be dead than say that out loud though.
Sorren couldn't help but want to do it again, or even actually dance with Azalea. The rush he felt while doing the act was invigorating. Enchanting. She must of felt something intoxicating as well from her reaction but Sorren dared not mention it. His mind trailed back to her memories, it was a risk to even do this and so no matter how desperate he was to feel that same feeling again. Sorren kept silent about it.
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ThatOneLunatic
Can I taste your soul?
((Lol its legit you two rping rn when @raddish comes back I will be able to actually rp again xD))
Bowa
Passionately Curious
((I was like where tf has everybody else gone but it's Gucci, I'm enjoying it))
