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Wesley didn’t get the chance to reply to Annabelle, but it was rightfully assumed he would call on her in case he needed her. Yonten met her gaze with matching intention. He strut after her like he was going to put those muscles to good use. The two practically made a scene of going upstairs. That night the icon of the 1940’s aggressively enjoyed a deadly assassin of the land of the rising sun. By morning their room couldn’t be described any other way than utterly trashed. It would be noted that, if and when, Annabelle and Yonten were expected in any of the Von Helsing estates, they were given a VR chamber wherein they could repeatedly destroy any room of their liking.
Yonten stretched as he woke up. The sun shined through their broken window. He chuckled silently. Yonten sat up, ready to get some food and get on the jet, when he noticed his shirt and belt on the floor. His fingers went to the silver necklace he took from Annabelle. An idea came to him then. It was dangerous, but hey, what's life without a little danger? Before Annabelle woke up Yonten undid the jewelry piece and put it in his wallet on the side table. It had bravely survived their wild night.
The shifting of the bed was enough to wake her up, legs stretching beneath the duvet before Annabelle purposefully rolled over and directly atop of Yonten, dragging the cover with her. She balanced herself on his chest, eyes glistening with ideas as she leaned in to begin a morning offering until she noticed something missing. Stopping just short of his mouth, she looked down his chest before back up at his black eyes. She'd kept an eye on it most of the day prior and had both felt and seen it during their night of antics, not about to lose sight of her favorite piece of jewelry. "Where is it?"
"Hm?" Yonten felt around his neck, his brows furrowing the longer his fingertips didn't grasp at what was meant to be there. His hand went from his neck to under his pillow, "Check yours."
"I swear to fucking God, Yonten," she growled as she crawled off of him and began feeling beneath the pillow and blankets. "If you lost it, I'm going skin you. I don't know how to, but I will watch a goddamn youtube tutorial and learn so I can scalp you," she could half be heard swearing up and down while crawling the length of the bed beneath the blankets, shaking them loose and then dropping to the ground to check under the bed as well.
Yonten perked his brows, "Whoa, chica, we'll find it." he said as he went about checking the most 'obvious' places. At this point Yonten knew he couldn't draw this out like the tease he meant it to be. He did find it curious she was this upset over the necklace. Yonten sighed, getting up and grabbing his phone and wallet, "I can call maids. See if they can clean this place and find-- Oh, here it is, chica!" Yonten turned to her and pulled it from his wallet, "I mustah put it in here at some point. Sometimes sleeping with necklaces is annoying." Yonten held it out to her. "Means that much, huh?"
Annabelle got off her hands and knees at his claim to have found it, crossing around the bed and taking the necklace from him. She immediately put it on herself before crossing her arms to look at him. There was a long moment of thought before she answered him though she moved to pick up his shirt and belt at the same time. "I just don't like shopping for jewelry," she brushed it off in an overly-nonchalant manner, handing him back his items. Her face shifted to a smirk, "Besides, now I know that you're quick to back out of a prank. Understandable when you can't tell if a crazy bitch will do what she says, right?"
Yonten knew full well she couldn't prove nor disprove he had pranked her. Chuckling, Yonten said, "I know you're a crazy bitch, Chica. Pranking you would be a gamble on my life. I don't throw dice easy when it comes to my life." Yonten came up to her and wrestled the button-up off that she slipped on and tossed her a shirt with Fall Out Boy printed over the front. It wasn't as long. So she'd be flashing if she just wore the belt and shirt. Not that Yonten would complain.
Annabelle would have been lying if she had said that she didn't enjoy the back and forth with him. Pulling on the shirt she'd been given, she didn't bother with the belt and instead pulled on the shorts from her costume the night prior. She hummed in thought, "Is it bad that I enjoy you being afraid of me?"
“I wouldn’t know, chica,” Yonten smirked as he slipped on his sandals, “Diki’s the only bitch I’ve been afraid of in my life. Though I bet, if you asked her, I don’t think she’d say it would be bad.” He chuckled and opened the door for Annabelle to walk out first. The view from behind was too good to miss.
Annabelle left the rest of her costume in his room, not planning on wearing it again and not wanting to drag it through the manor. "I'll keep that in mind," she said as she walked off ahead of him. "I think I'll just keep collecting your shirts. I do make them look pretty damn good."
Yonten wondered if he made a slight mistake telling her about his reservations over angering his sister. After all, it wasn't entirely on honoring friendship that he came at Wesley's call. Time in Belarus had been a calculated move on his part.
"Chica, you take my shirts and I'll come for them," Yonten smirked.
"Oh, I would love to see you try, muddafukka," she dared him.
Yonten grinned appraisingly at her as they made their way down for food. Looks like he’ll be shirt-hunting. Hopefully for a while!
Despite the late night full of drama the others woke in time for breakfast. Whoever did not experience exhaustion was blessed. Inara and Wesley were sure they would be sleeping a good portion of the way home. It felt like the longest day of the year. Still January first. And they had much to do still. Thankfully Hye and Kazumi were there to help. They got the children up and ready for their morning meal.
On the way down Wesley said, “Hye, if you don’t mind, could you relieve Rosalie from her post?”
“Yeh,” Hye nodded, without question. There would always be reasons. He had to do his job either way. No point in wasting time asking why.
The young korean man passed Jasper’s hand to Wesley. He made purposeful steps to the jet. This time Wesley had brought the double decker. It had been chosen because of Robert. They wanted him in a special confinement system. This was the jet that could accommodate that. He knew exactly where to go. Rosy and Cory, unfortunately for them, were in a compromising position in an area of the jet that you’d expect foot traffik. To be fair, they didn’t think anyone was going to be on board!
Hye walked in just in the heat of the moment. Cory gasped, covering them with the couch blanket. The assistant struggled not to grin in amusement as he announced that they were expected for breakfast. Hye couldn’t help a few chuckles as he told Rosy he’d be taking over for her while they ate. Then he turned a moment to give them the privacy needed to dress and leave.
Cory briskly left the jet with Rosalie. His hand felt a little sweaty. Hye would forever have that image seared into his brain. Once in a while he would mention their indiscretion to tease them. That moment had to be tucked away for breakfast. Cory was surprised most people were awake and down to eat. Alaric, Liz, even Anita, were having their morning meal.
“Ah, Cory, Rosy, please sit.” Wesley motioned for them to take the free space by Anita.
The two made their greetings to the rest as they sat down. Cory figured Wesley had asked them to breakfast. It didn’t take long for why. They were discussing Robert's lasting fate.
Everest together with Rosalie had convinced Anita to have breakfast before she would leave that morning. They knew she'd have questions that and between the two of them would be able to answer. Most familiar with the design, Rosy explained the system they had waiting for Robert and where he would be staying for the remainder of his days as punishment for what he did. Anita seemed almost disappointed that it wouldn't cause physical pain, though she recognized that was just her own pain speaking in the moment. On behalf of everyone who was in on the operation, Everest offered apologies to his mother for not being able to tell her sooner, though the aged huntress more than understood. That and she was simply too exhausted to hold a grudge or ill-feelings at this point.
They both re-extended Wesley's previous offer of a place for her to stay in Avostoska which was politely declined. This wasn't a time for her to be around others, though promises were made to stay in touch with them as well as the Cromwells. Everest swore he'd hold her to it as their meal ended and he left to find Ellie. Left alone with Anita, Rosy was at a loss of what to say, though it seemed the other woman found courage for both of them.
"I will never hold it against you, Rosalie," she answered the questions Rosy hadn't realized she was holding in. "You are not responsible for what he did. I'm sorry that he took Amelie away from us and while I realize that I will never be your mother, you are a daughter to me." Her embrace was fierce and everything Rosy needed, nodding in agreement.
A part of her wanted nothing more than to share the pregnancy with Anita, to tell her they wanted her to be a part of her life and her granddaughters. Realizing that it would have been too much for anyone to take in given her current status, she could only reinforce Everest's words. Anita was welcome in their lives.
While Rosalie, Everest, and Ellie made their peace with Anita Wesley said his goodbye to Elizabeth. She had been away for too long. It was time she went back to her life. Though there were promises made to see her again. The children especially had insisted they hear her say so. Charlotte had gotten better at not crying so easily, but she did tear up. They gave hugs and farewells before heading off to pack for the trip to Belarus.
Among the people coming to Avostoska was Annabelle. Wesley let her know that he would be delighted for any help she was willing to give. Her things, like the rest, were stowed on the jet. It took a team of Bel-Hops to load the plane. Mr. Bellwether chuckled, “You’re taking half the guests back to your castle, Wes, I hope you’re ready for them.”
“Isn’t that what castles are for? Guests and sieges.” Wesley smiled, “A home for warriors.”
“Speaking of warriors, your friend Yonten and his girl have ruined one of our guest rooms.” Mr. Bellwether would be remiss if he let that go unnoticed.
“Oh, did they? I do apologize. Here,” Wesley pulled his phone to transfer the appropriate amount of money to cover the cost.
“Thank you, Wesley. Though I have to say, you don’t want to make this a habit.” He pointed out, “Paying their way won’t solve the real issue here.”
Wesley nodded, “Oh, no I know you’re right. I plan on having a talk with Yonten at some point. Not now though. There’s much to be done.” He looked out at the people packing the jet, “And a lot of people to handle.”
Chuckling, Mr. Bellwether said, “You can say that again. Look at those poor dejected Bel-Hops.”
A thin, lanky young man, noted by the smooth chin, kept giving Wesley a stink eye. The Lord thought the man was rightfully irritated with him. Chuckling, Wesley said, “If you’ll excuse me, Mr. Bellwether, I think our goodbye was sufficient enough. And it looks like I should save myself some grace by soothing the wrath of these servants.”
“Have a safe trip, Wes.” Mr. Bellwether smiled and shook his hand.
Wesley called to the younger man to write him a healthy check, “For your trouble, Mr…?”
“Cruz,” The youthful male’s voice, already soft itself, gentled further in the direct presence of one of his employers guests. He glanced around nervously.
“Well then, Mr. Cruz, I hope this makes the task worth it,” Wesley scribbled a number over the slip of paper and offered it.
Mr. Cruz dropped his dark grey eyes on the paper. They widened to see the number. Wesley noticed the crease of foundation at the corner of his eyes. His thin, slender fingers took the check, “Sir, this is…” One hand ran through his cornsilk hair, with buzzed sides dyed pink.
“Ah, please, it isn’t polite to draw attention to it. Just accept it with grace and continue your good job,” Wesley mused, giving the younger man a wink, “Nice hair, by the way. Suits you, I think.”
The Bel-Hop frowned lightly, squinting in suspicion of this being an insult. Either way, he had Wesley’s money. Across the way his boss shouted, “Hugo! Get your ass back in gear!” The younger man tucked the page into his shirt pocket and left to do his work.
By then the passengers were already going up the stairs. Wesley followed after them. Being the last one he shut the door. They had gone to the upper deck since it had room enough for everyone. Just below Robert lay sedated, watched by Hye. To make sure everyone was accounted for, Wesley called off names, “Andriy?” A ‘Tak’ let Wesley know he was there, “Oliver?” A pleasant confirmation followed, “Joao, Yonten, Annabelle--” each sounded off in their personable ways. “Good. Now that we’re all here, we can get going.” Wesley initiated flight. The pilot had been trained to work the jet alongside an advanced A.I. built by Wesley. They were trusted to handle anomalies or take over manual drive. But, for the most part, it was the automated smart system that flew them across oceans.
Inara came up to Wesley, “I’m tired, my Love. I’ll see you in our room if you want to nap with me.” She gave him a kiss, “But I can’t stay up.”
“I understand. I think I will come, but give me a moment. I want to make sure our guests are settled.” Wesley watched her leave before turning to the others, “Any questions, concerns, or requests?”
Those who had flown with Wesley before settled into their own comfortable habits. Rosy was sitting beside Cory on a couch they had been on not long ago, avoiding Hyes gaze with pink cheeks once more. She thought they might have to wait until after their flight was over to continue what they had started that morning, less they inadvertently put on a show for someone else.
Oliver, lounging on the other end of the couch looked about the cabin with a nod of approval before looking at Wesley. "Ah yes, I do have questions. First, stewardess will there be an in flight movie? Secondly, if you go nap who will bring me a hot towel?" He enjoyed the jests.
Wesley assumed the posture of a flight attendant, “Yes sir, movies are available. Lord Cromwell can show you how to access them,” He pointed to a button on a console, “If you wish to have a hot towel that will summon an android or a human servant, whichever you prefer.” Wesley added with a smoldering wink, “But if you press that other button, you might get lucky and I’ll bring you more than a hot towel.”
Cory coughed, “Alright, that’s-- yeah, that’s not-- can we--”
Still wearing Yontens shirt, Annabelle glanced about the jet that was already in flight. "If any of us feel like taking a 'nap' is there somewhere we can do that?" She asked as innocently as she could.
"Do we need to hose you off before we are trapped in a jet with you and your hormones for fifteen hours?" Ellie scoffed at her sister, trying hard not to let sibling disputes take up much of her energy but left with no choice.
Wesley chuckled,” There are soundproof stalls at the other end of the jet, but--” He spilled boiling coffee eyes over Yonten and Annabelle, “--if you damage my jet, I will strap a parachute on you, and toss you out the airlock. Are we clear?”
Shifting uncomfortably, Yonten nodded, “Hey, I won’t make that mistake twice, homie.” It had been a horrifying three-day journey back to civilization.
"Good," Wesley brightened, "Have fun, you guys. We'll see you for dinner."
Even if Annabelle wasn't as frequently in Wesley's presence as the others, she knew a 'don't fuck with me' look when it was used. She nodded in agreement that they'd find a way to not break a jet (that seemed like it would take effort). It wouldn't be long before the grew restless and slipped out of the lounging area to test just how soundproof the stalls were.
For the few hours between take-off and dinner they wouldn't be the only ones to take a leave from movies and chatting to have private time. Some napping, others enjoying the presence of another. Anywhere Rosy was going for the rest of that trip she was going to double check the locks were secure. Ellie and Everest in particular were gone for quite some time, but only after Ellie had her fix of Lottie-time during Jasper and Kit's nap.
The only person who hadn't taken up the offer of one of the backrooms was Joao. The broad man, though unafraid of facing off with the devil incarnate through witches or mages, did not do as well with flying. Rosy made a note to herself that when they planned the return trip to the states, she might cook up a little bit of a relaxer for the silent giant, not wanting him to be drowsy before they went up against a multitude of mages.
Save for Yonten and Annabelle who no one was planning on hunting down just then, most were gathered back in the lounging area just prior to dinner. It was Oliver's turn to select a movie and he had gone with the newest Grinch because 'Even if he's green, he's still one of the finest actors to come out of Britain in the past three decades'. While the animated films held Lottie's attention when she wasn't asking for Ellie to do her hair, Jasper still occasionally needed additional entertainment. Rosy and Cory were on the floor with him and Baby Kit, a few trucks and cars from their playroom zooming about quietly so everyone could still hear the movie.
Jasper's blue truck was abandoned and Kit saw an opportunity to seize. In the motion of bending down to scoop it up, his plush seal was dropped, little feet accidentally kicking it away. A look of surprise and fear left him as he shuffled after it, worried for the worst! The seal had wound up right beside Andriy's shoes and before Kit had to waddle his way all the way over, he scooped it up and passed it to the toddler. "Here go, Krykhitka," he said with a smile. He wasn't much of a kid person, but knew that the seal hadn't left the baby's hand since they arrived.
Only a few minutes later he decided he'd had enough of cartoons for the year ahead, slipping out of the lounge area with plans to stroll the luxurious upper deck. Little did he know that a small shadow had started following him about, seal in hand, quiet as could be. Only when he turned around and spotted Kit did Andriy nearly jump in fear. "Where is keeper?" The Ukrainian knew about two and a half things when it came to children, and one of those was that he was not equipped to keep one alive. He also knew that between Kit being so young and how poor his own English could be, they were not going to communicate easily.
A few experimental steps told him that if he walked slowly toward the lounge Kit would follow. Thus began a slow, hunched over awkward parade between the two. Kit kept his big, seafoam eyes on the Ukranian man. A gentle smile drew up to watch him walk so funny! Once they were back in the room, Andriy had never been more relieved, feeling like he was dealing with a prized glass treasure someone else had spent a year making. Rosy caught his look as Kit was reclaimed by others in the lounge. "Not a fan of kids?" she teased him lightly.
He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he looked for a way to explain it. "Eh, kids good. I no good with them," he brushed it aside, grateful that just then an android arrived to announce it was time for dinner. He just needed to spend it and the next few hours out of their reach and they'd be fine. The fact he'd be living with them for the next month didn't seem to sink in. Rosy happily accepted Kit on her hip for the journey to the dining area with promises of yummy food for his hungry little tummy.
Coming out of the long nap, Inara looked and felt much better. Wesley did as well. They both had a certain kind of glow about them. Annabelle and Yonten were no different. Though maybe a little less spent than they would have been, had they had the same boundless limits as when they were at the Bellwether estate. All in all everyone was happy to come to eat.
Kit occasionally caught Andriy’s eyes and smiled through his binky. But as much as he felt happy to meet another kind person, it was hard to beat the connection he had with his favorite Aunt Rosy. The toddler contentedly ate his pineapple chunks where he sat on her lap. However, after he finished, he had a curious thought come to him. Andriy was nice and funny. Who else was like that of the newer people?
Slipping off of Aunty Rosy, Baby Kit gave her knee a pat of farewell before he toddled away. He watched the adults for a moment to decide what to do. Finally Baby Kit climbed up on an armchair nearest Joao. He settled on the cushiony furniture and dropped his seal. A small, soft gasp of alarm was followed by a gentle opening and closing hand toward the plushie.
While Joao hadn't been watching Kit while he finished up his dinner, he did see the stuffed animal falling in his peripherals. Wiping his hands first, he snatched the seal up barely having to bend with how long his arms were. "Careful, amigo," he chuckled as he returned the plushy to his owner.
Kit pulled the plushie to his chest. He smiled. Another nice person. Curious now, Baby Kit kept an eye on Joao while the man finished his meal and stood up. Kit slipped off of the couch to pad after him
Unaware of the tail he had gained, Joao moved to the nearest bathroom, humming to himself before entering to relieve himself. The sound of running water could be heard before the door opened and he nearly tripped over the waiting toddler. Swearing under his breath from the startle he caused, he offered a smile before carefully stepping over him. Sweet Kit smiled in return, raising a small hand and waving hello. "Uh, hello," Joao responded uncertainly, looking around to see if there was anyone else with him. When there wasn't, he offered his pinky finger to him to hold, a way to navigate him back somewhere he was supposed to be.
Another nice person! The Brazilians pinky fit snugly in his hand. Kit toddled along with Joao. They came across the gathering of adults and children. It was time to check out who else he could count on. Baby Kit gave Joao a gentle pat on his hand indicating he would see him later. A British Lion was in for a test of character. Baby Kit waddled on over toward Oliver. He meant to drop his seal by his feet, but in his attempt to proceed with his experiment Kit actually did trip over his socks a foot away from the English gent. One of them had loosened unexpectedly. Kit's surprised seafoam eyes widened as the world rushed upward.
Oliver saw the determined toddling and the sock disaster as it was taking place. One hand still holding his after dinner drink while the other swooped beneath him just before Kit could collide with the floor. The sort of reflexes you developed when partaking in a nude bar fight. "Whoa, careful Christopher," he cooed as he righted him up again, sitting him on his knee. Setting his glass down he re-adjusted the young man's socks before returning him to the floor, Seal and all. "All better."
Well now, that turned out more results than expected. Kit kept that in mind for any further experiments to satisfy his curiosity. Kit gave Oliver a happy smile and bobbed at the knee in thanks. There were a couple more people he wanted to investigate. So, saying farewell with a gentle pat to Oliver’s knee, he turned his attention to Yonten and Annabelle. He knew the young Tibetan man already. The redhead, however, was yet to be determined. Though Kit meant to make use of the fallen toy or a trip, he barely got over to Yonten when the old friend of the family scooped him up.
“Ehhy, little homie. Come to say hello?” Yonten had a knack for children. He grew up with all kinds of personalities. Sometimes he coached young blood. It was easy for him to hang out, though he wasn’t that great of a caregiver.
Baby Kit had found himself in a conundrum at first. What to do? Then he had an idea. While Yonten shifted him to sit on his leg, his seal happened to slip out of his tiny hands closest to Annabelle. Baby Kit wordlessly wiggled his fingers and knit his brow in distress.
A day of exciting tumbles followed by a hearty meal had Annabelle glowing as she sat beside Yonten, rather content. She looked over as they were joined by the young one, smiling over at the little cutie. While the plushy tumbled to the ground, she shifted so she could retrieve him without jarring Yonten. Raising the seal back up, she gave Kit the typical over-animated face one would expect when playing with a child. "Arp, arp!" she imitated a seal bark as the plushy head was popped into his head, chuckling once he took it to sit back against the chair. Kids were cute, but even her own mother had told her she'd likely eat her own young.
The mission Baby Kit had in mind soon became derailed. He mimicked Annabelle by daintily booping her with his seal. His, “Awp, awp,” wasn’t as accurate, but he tried. They wrestled around with him on their laps, sneaked in a few tickle attacks, and Yonten even hung Baby Kit by his ankles and swayed him from side to side. Kit all but fell into giggles between Annabelle and Yonten. By the time he found himself back on a lap he caught sight of Alaric in quiet conversation with his parents. Reminded of his mission, Kit gave Annabelle and Yonten a pat before slipping away.
Yonten chuckled, “That’s how mah boi says ‘See you later’.” he explained.
Baby Kit padded over to his mother. Inara reflexively reached down to pick him up. The plan was to drop the seal while she pulled him onto her lap. However, Inara’s motherly instincts kicked in and grabbed it before it could fall. Kit sat stunned from this setback. He pondered what action to take when he decided a more direct test would have to do. Kit made a muffled squeak for attention. Just as Alaric turned his eye on him he dropped his seal and motioned for it.
“Ha ha, playing ‘Gimmie’ are we?” Alaric reached down to get the plushie. “This a freebee, but I won’t be doing this more than once.” Those games could last as long as you had energy to spare.
Baby Kit happily squeezed his seal to his chest. Everyone satisfied his curiosity with flying colors. They didn’t know it yet, but he decided to occasionally trail them all here and there. He had learned a trick that Lottie and Jasper hadn’t: self control. Hye had no trouble allowing Kit to go basically wherever he wanted because he had been given no reason to think Kit would be naughty. Now, some might argue that Baby Kit simply hadn’t tasted enough of mischief to know it when it called. Perhaps it was only a matter of time before Hye would need to put him on a tight, literal leash. That would remain to be seen. For now Baby Kit settled contentedly in his mother’s lap.
“Now he’s a sweet boy,” Alaric smiled.
“Yes, he’s the sweetest so far,” Inara cuddled her baby to her, “Mmmm, and he’s growing older every day. Aw, I don’t know how well I’ll handle my baby boy becoming a man.”
Wesley smiled down at his wife and baby, “It will be bittersweet to say the least. For all of them, really.”
Alaric had missed out on Wesley’s entire childhood. He had to agree. And in some ways Alaric felt a sting from the loss of experiencing fatherhood. At least he had his grandchildren. “Are you planning on having children soon, Cory and Rosy?”
Cory, who looked up from where he was playing with his lady love and Jasper, hesitated a moment. Now that they were far from his parents he gave Rosy a look that said he was fine with telling Alaric if she was too.
Rosy caught his look and their silent agreement. It was taking self control not to tell everyone like Inara and Wesley had done during the Hunter Ball, but she also hadn't wanted to overstep anything with him and his parents. They'd agreed to wait until February for the sake of his relationship with them, but if he didn't mind others knowing then she'd happily share the news. "We're actually due right around when Inara is," she told Alaric with a tiny pat to her stomach. "It's just not something that's being shouted from the rooftop quite yet since we aren't officially married." It didn't seem fair to add that it was only because of the Cromwells, though. She'd let at last one piece of Cory's family life be kept personal.
"But we're all very excited for them," Ellie offered from the couch she was sitting on beside Lottie. "Marriage is just a piece of paper that makes the world recognize what you already know."
Alaric’s mouth popped, “Well I’ll say, agreed there, El. Oh that’s wonderful you two!” He got up to shake Cory’s hand, “Good on you, my man. And you woman's a beauty so I know the babe will be a looker, boy or girl.”
Cory beamed, “Thanks you, Alaric.” A part of him had wondered if this was a mistake to mention. Alaric's enthusiastic delight eased those fears away.
“And Rosy, you’re an amazing woman from what Wes tells me. Blessings on the both of you,” Alaric pulled Rosalie in for a hug, careful not to squish her belly. When he pulled away he noticed that not many of them-- well, none of them-- were as surprised as himself. “Ha ha, well I guess it’s only fair. I’m not quite around am I?” The slightest fall in countenance was covered up with a bright smile, “Well, I think it’s a shame those old hoots spoiled your fun. Why don’t we make up for it, hm?” Alaric poured a drink and raised his glass, “To Cory and Rosy, on their biggest adventure of their lives.” His eyes glanced at Wesley with the faintest trace of melancholy. “May they enjoy the journey and create lasting memories.”
Rosy accepted his embrace, imagining that if they had announced their pregnancy at the ball there would have been a constant stream of the same. She couldn't imagine that Fiona and Roderick would get overly hateful when they found out, though she wasn't about to push Cory until he was ready. His comfort was worth more than that to him. Those around chuckled at Alaric's realization, Rosy offering a sheepish smile. Everyone raised their glass to his toast, and she eased herself back to the ground once it was over. "I wouldn't say anyone spoiled our fun, though. We're still very happy with how everything is going and can't wait until she joins us."
“Now that’s the spirit,” Alaric chuckled, “My bet is that you’ll have a boy.”
“I’ll bet a girl,” Yonten grinned.
“Girl as well, for me,” Wesley mused.
“Me too,” Cory failed to hide a knowing smile.
“All of you are betting for a girl?” None of them denied they would, indeed, make their bet for a girl too, “Well now, it makes a fellow nervous I might be gambling on the wrong horse,” Alaric spoffed. Though, for how early it was in the pregnancy, it simply couldn’t be known yet.
“What are you willing to throw the dice on, Alaric?” Wesley wiggled his brows.
Inara chuckled, knowing they were preying on Alaric’s innocence, “Oh come on you guys, that’s enough,” she turned to Alaric before her husband could convince her otherwise and said, “We know the baby is a girl, Alaric.”
“You know? How?” Alaric perked a brow.
Inara didn’t know how much to say. She looked to Wesley. Her husband took over from there, “We know because a Seer we caught revealed the gender. She is in the dungeons in Avostoska.”
“A Seer? Come off it, Wes, I’m not that gullible,” Alaric’s chuckle died as he peered around the room at the faces who were quite unsurprised and not at all arguing the point. “Now this is either the most elaborate prank or…” Alaric spoffed, “My god, you have a Seer. How did that happen?”
“That is a long story. Most of us know the general overview. This is as good a time as any to bring you up to date and discuss the plans ahead, if you wish to join us.” Wesley handed the children off to Hye and Kazumi. Work was easier done when the little ones weren’t crawling all over you. Besides, bedtime was at hand.
Wesley informed Alaric of Theo and his family. They gave him and those who didn’t know a brief description of the sequence of events that lead to that point. Then Wesley proposed his idea of Willow finding out about Robert being a criminal and Rosalie being her half-sister. The plan was to swamp Theo with work for a few days. During that time Everest will send a text or two. Since Willow doesn’t often read his messages or answer his calls, it is likely she won’t do so this time around. Then they would send out a ‘Breaking News’ story about Robert having attempted to kill Anita, Everest, and Liz. There was more that the news report would say to explain the situation to Willow. They would expect Willow to look at the text or calls at that point. The messages would be asking if she was okay, pleading her to call them, and then inviting her to the funeral for Robert, who would be declared ‘dead upon resisting arrest’. When she comes to the funeral alone, due to Theo being busy, the available hunters would aim to seal the pub shut early in the morning when they come for breakfast, and then blow it up.
“As they say, plans can go awry. My back-up plan is to take them out in a fight. But I think this will work,” Wesley said with confidence.
Alaric had asked a question here or there, but ultimately understood, “Well, I’m afraid I’m not as skilled of a Hunter as your mother, but I can do what I can if and when there is a need for me.”
Those who weren't familiar with the plan sat quietly while it was divulged. It was no wonder he wanted to bring in extra hands; the number of mages aside there were a lot of steps where things could easily go wrong. Everest personally wasn't a fan of the idea of a flight, thinking it was too risky to try and get Willow apart from them unless it was contingent on how the explosion went.
Andriy perked up at mention of blowing up the pub, his eyes falling on Ellie with a knowing smile. "You make the bomb for Russians?" He knew as well as most did that she was one of the best in the business and admired her work.
"I wish," she spoffed, patting her large bump. "Ev has had me on indefinite bed rest from hunting, even though I said it was excessive. I thought you might be able to work with the design he had though. I know those fingers of yours can work some miracles."
He sheepishly nodded, pink from her praise. "Tak, I can look and try. Not a trap, but mechanics I handle."
Oliver, hating to be the debby downer of the moment, decided that someone needed to point out the obvious. "I must ask, just how many plans do we think we can try before it becomes minute?"
Everest perked at the question, sensing something in his tone he knew he wouldn't like. "What do you mean?"
"Beg pardon, but I know we all love Willow and desire to protect your sister more than just any Mundie...but at the same time this is 8, 9 mages? While we want her safe and out of harms way, how far can we take that before the fact that the mages need to die takes precedence over saving one life? They could kill hundreds, thousands if they got away and -"
"This isn't up for discussion," Everest stopped him suddenly. "She is our sister and while no one wants unnecessary deaths, I refuse to give up on her."
Wesley decided to pull down the screen, “You do have a point, Oliver, and I don’t take it lightly. This is a general overview of what I was thinking of doing. But I will have other factors in play to reduce collateral damage.” The number of innocent deaths a Hunter was willing to allow varied, but it was safe to assume most did not think anything past a hundred or so was acceptable. Cory would expect something like that from Hillary Cove or Eddard Willson. “The Old Bear is next to the water, as you can see, so we only have to worry about the buildings across the street. The one beside it, Sam’s Boat, like these other businesses will have various ‘coincidental’ reasons to close on that day. There will be traffic blocks on these highways. A pipe will burst at this street corner. What will appear as coincidence will be the perfect storm for the demise of the Old Bear. The explosion itself will be due to an unfortunate gas leak due to faulty construction of Sam’s Boat.” The images pulled up concluded with the estimate of possible death outside of their targets. “And if all goes well, it will be less.”
Inara knew that no plan was foolproof, but no plan would be foolish. She did think Oliver’s point made her nervous about the situation. So many for one person. However, be it selfish or what, Everest’s point was understandable. Besides that, Inara brought up another point, “We don’t know how many people they’ve killed already. These possible deaths of bystanders could be a fraction of what they’ve already done. If you think about it, Willow is the first of many that will be preemptively saved.”
Alaric saw both points, “Well, it looks like the age-old struggle of balancing what is worth life lost to achieve peace has plagued yet another Hunter mission. As I say, do what you can when you can. Worry about the rest later.”
Cory had been silent thus far. A thought came to him then, “Well, I guess as long as the number doesn’t match or exceed how many a mage could kill would be a good line to draw.” And that was many. One average mage could easily eliminate at least a hundred people in their life. He kept silent on another thought. One that he wasn’t sure he could bring up without anyone doubting his conviction as a Hunter. The question of humanity Molly had posed to his conscience.
The question really was one that varied from person to person, and while everyone seemed to have settled at Wesley's explanation, it could often lead to arguments. There were some who thought that Mundies were only collateral to achieve the necessary cause of mage eradication, while others were of a more humane view. At least for now, most seemed to agree that they would do what was necessary.
Rosy had to say she was beginning to agree with Cory, though. How could they determine how many lives a person was worth? How did they decide that it was fine for one person to die so they could kill someone who could have been just as innocent if not more so? They had all slain mages, wolves, vampires who they condemned to be evil without proof, though they all sat above a man who would live even knowing he was responsible for five deaths, if not more, all for his own greed.
Ellie nodded, though she felt it was safest if they moved away from such a sensitive topic. Justifying collateral was a political red topic for hunters, the same as abortion was for a Mundie. "I think we'll be able to keep everything limited while Willow is safe, and that is what matters," she offered before doing a shift to, "Now that everyone will be in one place we'll be able to coordinate and plan quite smoothly. Well, those of us who are allowed to be involved."
"Still non-negotiable," Everest murmured before taking a drink.
Inara chimed in here, “Well we might not directly be involved, but we don’t have to be tucked away in Belarus for our whole pregnancy. I’m planning on doing my last inspection in one of the vampire branches I have in Seabrook. Ellie and I can at least enjoy some Texan sun and BBQ.”
Wesley hadn’t liked the idea, but Inara was being difficult, “And as promised, you have to use the yacht as a hotel, you must come to bed before dark, and please do not make unexpected trips.”
“Yes, yes, I know,” Inara chuckled, “What do you say, El? Do you want to come with me?”
“If she doesn’t, I will.” Alaric smiled, “I’ve had a fascination with your work. I would love to see it up-close.” That being said, he looked to the ginger, “Will you be joining us?”
Ellie nodded in agreement. "Oh, I won't say no. Even a check up is better than being stuck inside and treated like I'm made of glass."
Inara smiled triumphantly to her husband. Wesley sighed, flicking away the various informational charts he had put up for some distraction from his wife being smug.
"Do we have a date yet of when this will be going down? Just so we all have a timeline or is that being played by ear?" Annabelle inquired, seeing quite a lot that needed to be worked on from Wesley's plan and map.
Wesley hummed, “Playing it by ear. I want to see what information I can get from Molly. She knows them best, she has insight, and she has been writing with Rosalie.”
“What has she said?” Alaric asked, naturally.
Chuckling, Wes shrugged, “I don’t know. The condition was that I am not to read nor ask about what is in the letters. It is up to Cory to let me know if and when I should stop their correspondence.”
That had been a struggle for Cory. He had considered it the night they had that uncomfortable talk. He wondered if he let it go on too long. In fact, he said, “Well, I can’t say it’s been bad. But I don’t know...Maybe we’ve heard all we can?” It had been a lot of personal stuff. Just sharing feelings and personal stories. Cory looked to Rosy for some clue as to how she felt about it.
It surprised Rosalie that he was so quick to suggest it end. "I don't think that's a fair assumption to make. It's only been a two real letters since she agreed," she defended, adding. "And it's not as though I know what I should be asking. Or do you already know what you'd say if you suddenly had a mage penpal, a seer no less?"
"Everything I can think of would be too direct and I doubt they'd answer," Oliver admitted.
Annabelle nodded in agreement. "I can't say it'd be easy to be chummy, but that's probably what is needed if we hope anything deeper will come out of it."
It wasn't much, but Rosy took it as support. "I think we'll be able to learn a lot from her over time, but it's going to take awhile. I say it's worth that time if she is willing to open up to me. Information isn't as essy to get when you're not breaking fingers."
"Isn't that the truth," Everest spoffed.
Cory made no argument. He trusted Rosy was right, “Yeah, you got a fair point.”
Wesley had not lost his ponderous look though. “True, but there is one idea I had,” Wesley nodded, deciding to keep up the letters at this point, “I wonder if we can tap into her insight directly. Perhaps I could try a VR session.” Wesley had already explained how the device worked, “While I don’t expect Almaeri to be manipulated through it, I have a theory that Molly works like a device herself. The insight she has plays through her. It’s possible I could bypass Molly altogether.”
“Bypass Molly?” Cory raised a curious brow.
“Yes, directly see what she sees. Make Molly the projector. And since we know she can’t use her Seer sight without purposefully focusing, looking, or hearing directly, it’s likely I can observe her without Molly gaining knowledge on us.” Wesley tapped his chin as he paced a little. A new thought needed its due time to think about it. “Well, anyway. We’ll see. We’re hours away from Avostoska.”
Yonten yawned, “Then Imma get some sleep. It’s pretty late.”
Wesley smiled, “Yes, sleep would do you good. Keep you out of trouble.”
Rosy was highly enticed by the idea he was presenting. She also worried that it might not be best for her to be aware of such ideas. Whether or not Molly could read last the words she wrote was unknown, and she didn't want to do anything to jeopardize it. "I think I'm ready for bed, too."
Annabelle couldn't help but smirk at the comment, rising to her feet. "Seems like you aren't doing enough sleeping when you're in bed," she commented nonchalantly, already heading toward the door.
A knowing smirk came from Joao who was pleasantly well-rested. He had been prepared for the worst for the duration of the ball!
Alaric stood up, ready for sleep as well. But there had been a question he hoped he could get an answer to before the day ended or he forgot, “That reminds me. Wesley, what exactly did Yonten do that warranted being shoved out of the plane?”
Wesley chuckled at the sigh Yonten let out, “After several months Yonten had been lovingly coaxed into giving up his addiction to shrooms and LSD. Almost six months later Yoten and I planned a flight to Maine with two guests and Angela for some mission. In the morning I found Yonten passed out at the back. Room was ruined, the girls were entangled with him, and he was high as a kite.” Wesley crossed his arms with a smile, “I waited for him to sober up, gave him a water bottle, and by the time he realized he was wearing a parachute I had him standing in front of the door. I told him if he wanted to spend his life ruining it then he can do that off of my property. I tucked the rest of his drugs in his shirt and pushed him out.”
Yonten sheepishly scruffed the back of his head, “Yeh, that scared the shit out of me. Never touched the stuff again.” He screamed like a little girl all the way down.
Annabelle let out a cheerful cackle at the story, not about to let that one down for a long time. "Oh, you really are a naughty boy, aren't you?"
"Aaaaand that's my sign to head to bed," Ellie said as she used Everest to raise herself up. "I'll see you all just before we land and so help me if you two manage to crash this plane, I will haunt you."
“Agreed,” Inara chuckled, making her way to her and Wesley’s room.
Yonten said nothing to them. He merely hid his slight embarrassment by being a good sport about it. Having to face the possibility of his body slamming into the Earth had changed him. It wasn’t a gentle shoulder rub or moving speech, but it did the trick. Yonten didn’t want to admit he appreciated Wesley for it in the long run. Although, he may not have chosen to repeat if it came down to it. That night Yonten bedded Annabelle without harming a single item in the sleeping stall.
Cory reflected on the night he found out about Rosalie being pregnant. How Wesley had given him a jolt. To be fair, it wasn’t the first thing he did. “Yeah, I think it’s time for us to go to bed too.” Though, because they were interrupted earlier that day, he hoped to have a moment for togetherness with Rosy before falling asleep. Unfortunately the beginning of the second trimester proved a rough start. Rosalie didn’t sleep well. Cory did his best to help. He got extra pillows and blankets to fit them so she could find a comfortable position. What sleep she got wasn’t much. To top it off, in the morning, Rosalie’s nausea got the better of her.
Most people woke the next morning ready for breakfast and casual conversation. Inara offered Rosy a tea that would help her until they landed. Lunch would be slightly late, due to when they arrived in Belarus. The land was as they left them. Snow shimmered over the castle like it had been hand detailed with rhinestones. The children were excited to point out all the places they wanted to show their guests. Lottie in particular hoped to see Kaylee soon. The mention of the little girl earned inevitable curiosity. Alaric was the only one who said nothing. He reserved his opinion about containing a girl this long who had yet to show any signs of being Awakened. This was not his business or in his control.
Soon enough the plane landed and the guests filed out. Avostoska felt warm and inviting for all who came. Robert, however, was promptly stowed under the castle. Hye had to help Wesley since Rosy wasn’t feeling well.
“Worried?” Wesley gave Cory a pat, seeing his face. The brothers stepped to the side.
Frowning, Cory nodded, “It came on a little fast.”
“Yeah, it’s a combination of things. Elevation, time change, and entering the next stages of development.” Wesley chuckled at seeing Cory’s face pale, “Don’t worry, you’re a new father and she’s a new mother. You’ll learn these things as you go. Inara tends to need a lot of water when she travels while pregnant. Just keep an eye on her. They’ve got pregnancy-brain. They’ll forget these things. That’s where you come in, to be that support.”
Cory nodded, “I’ll have a doctor check on her, see what they say.”
“Good move. You’re already learning.” Wesley smiled, “Now go do that, Hye and I will handle Robert. I’ll let the kitchens know to be on standby if you need any food.”
The brothers parted ways. Cory guided Rosy to their room and informed her he wanted a little check up in the comfort of their room. He did not give in to any argument. The OB/GYN came shortly. After an evaluation she recommended prenatals and a steady intake of electrolytes. No gatorade. The doctor condemned it as sugar water with a dash of salt and some coloring. Before leaving the doctor suggested Cory rub some essential oils on her feet. Thanks to the connections Wesley had the quality of their oils were incredible and pure. Peppermint helped settle Rosy’s stomach.
“Here, have another sip,” Cory offered the water bottle.
Yonten stretched as he woke up. The sun shined through their broken window. He chuckled silently. Yonten sat up, ready to get some food and get on the jet, when he noticed his shirt and belt on the floor. His fingers went to the silver necklace he took from Annabelle. An idea came to him then. It was dangerous, but hey, what's life without a little danger? Before Annabelle woke up Yonten undid the jewelry piece and put it in his wallet on the side table. It had bravely survived their wild night.
The shifting of the bed was enough to wake her up, legs stretching beneath the duvet before Annabelle purposefully rolled over and directly atop of Yonten, dragging the cover with her. She balanced herself on his chest, eyes glistening with ideas as she leaned in to begin a morning offering until she noticed something missing. Stopping just short of his mouth, she looked down his chest before back up at his black eyes. She'd kept an eye on it most of the day prior and had both felt and seen it during their night of antics, not about to lose sight of her favorite piece of jewelry. "Where is it?"
"Hm?" Yonten felt around his neck, his brows furrowing the longer his fingertips didn't grasp at what was meant to be there. His hand went from his neck to under his pillow, "Check yours."
"I swear to fucking God, Yonten," she growled as she crawled off of him and began feeling beneath the pillow and blankets. "If you lost it, I'm going skin you. I don't know how to, but I will watch a goddamn youtube tutorial and learn so I can scalp you," she could half be heard swearing up and down while crawling the length of the bed beneath the blankets, shaking them loose and then dropping to the ground to check under the bed as well.
Yonten perked his brows, "Whoa, chica, we'll find it." he said as he went about checking the most 'obvious' places. At this point Yonten knew he couldn't draw this out like the tease he meant it to be. He did find it curious she was this upset over the necklace. Yonten sighed, getting up and grabbing his phone and wallet, "I can call maids. See if they can clean this place and find-- Oh, here it is, chica!" Yonten turned to her and pulled it from his wallet, "I mustah put it in here at some point. Sometimes sleeping with necklaces is annoying." Yonten held it out to her. "Means that much, huh?"
Annabelle got off her hands and knees at his claim to have found it, crossing around the bed and taking the necklace from him. She immediately put it on herself before crossing her arms to look at him. There was a long moment of thought before she answered him though she moved to pick up his shirt and belt at the same time. "I just don't like shopping for jewelry," she brushed it off in an overly-nonchalant manner, handing him back his items. Her face shifted to a smirk, "Besides, now I know that you're quick to back out of a prank. Understandable when you can't tell if a crazy bitch will do what she says, right?"
Yonten knew full well she couldn't prove nor disprove he had pranked her. Chuckling, Yonten said, "I know you're a crazy bitch, Chica. Pranking you would be a gamble on my life. I don't throw dice easy when it comes to my life." Yonten came up to her and wrestled the button-up off that she slipped on and tossed her a shirt with Fall Out Boy printed over the front. It wasn't as long. So she'd be flashing if she just wore the belt and shirt. Not that Yonten would complain.
Annabelle would have been lying if she had said that she didn't enjoy the back and forth with him. Pulling on the shirt she'd been given, she didn't bother with the belt and instead pulled on the shorts from her costume the night prior. She hummed in thought, "Is it bad that I enjoy you being afraid of me?"
“I wouldn’t know, chica,” Yonten smirked as he slipped on his sandals, “Diki’s the only bitch I’ve been afraid of in my life. Though I bet, if you asked her, I don’t think she’d say it would be bad.” He chuckled and opened the door for Annabelle to walk out first. The view from behind was too good to miss.
Annabelle left the rest of her costume in his room, not planning on wearing it again and not wanting to drag it through the manor. "I'll keep that in mind," she said as she walked off ahead of him. "I think I'll just keep collecting your shirts. I do make them look pretty damn good."
Yonten wondered if he made a slight mistake telling her about his reservations over angering his sister. After all, it wasn't entirely on honoring friendship that he came at Wesley's call. Time in Belarus had been a calculated move on his part.
"Chica, you take my shirts and I'll come for them," Yonten smirked.
"Oh, I would love to see you try, muddafukka," she dared him.
Yonten grinned appraisingly at her as they made their way down for food. Looks like he’ll be shirt-hunting. Hopefully for a while!
Despite the late night full of drama the others woke in time for breakfast. Whoever did not experience exhaustion was blessed. Inara and Wesley were sure they would be sleeping a good portion of the way home. It felt like the longest day of the year. Still January first. And they had much to do still. Thankfully Hye and Kazumi were there to help. They got the children up and ready for their morning meal.
On the way down Wesley said, “Hye, if you don’t mind, could you relieve Rosalie from her post?”
“Yeh,” Hye nodded, without question. There would always be reasons. He had to do his job either way. No point in wasting time asking why.
The young korean man passed Jasper’s hand to Wesley. He made purposeful steps to the jet. This time Wesley had brought the double decker. It had been chosen because of Robert. They wanted him in a special confinement system. This was the jet that could accommodate that. He knew exactly where to go. Rosy and Cory, unfortunately for them, were in a compromising position in an area of the jet that you’d expect foot traffik. To be fair, they didn’t think anyone was going to be on board!
Hye walked in just in the heat of the moment. Cory gasped, covering them with the couch blanket. The assistant struggled not to grin in amusement as he announced that they were expected for breakfast. Hye couldn’t help a few chuckles as he told Rosy he’d be taking over for her while they ate. Then he turned a moment to give them the privacy needed to dress and leave.
Cory briskly left the jet with Rosalie. His hand felt a little sweaty. Hye would forever have that image seared into his brain. Once in a while he would mention their indiscretion to tease them. That moment had to be tucked away for breakfast. Cory was surprised most people were awake and down to eat. Alaric, Liz, even Anita, were having their morning meal.
“Ah, Cory, Rosy, please sit.” Wesley motioned for them to take the free space by Anita.
The two made their greetings to the rest as they sat down. Cory figured Wesley had asked them to breakfast. It didn’t take long for why. They were discussing Robert's lasting fate.
Everest together with Rosalie had convinced Anita to have breakfast before she would leave that morning. They knew she'd have questions that and between the two of them would be able to answer. Most familiar with the design, Rosy explained the system they had waiting for Robert and where he would be staying for the remainder of his days as punishment for what he did. Anita seemed almost disappointed that it wouldn't cause physical pain, though she recognized that was just her own pain speaking in the moment. On behalf of everyone who was in on the operation, Everest offered apologies to his mother for not being able to tell her sooner, though the aged huntress more than understood. That and she was simply too exhausted to hold a grudge or ill-feelings at this point.
They both re-extended Wesley's previous offer of a place for her to stay in Avostoska which was politely declined. This wasn't a time for her to be around others, though promises were made to stay in touch with them as well as the Cromwells. Everest swore he'd hold her to it as their meal ended and he left to find Ellie. Left alone with Anita, Rosy was at a loss of what to say, though it seemed the other woman found courage for both of them.
"I will never hold it against you, Rosalie," she answered the questions Rosy hadn't realized she was holding in. "You are not responsible for what he did. I'm sorry that he took Amelie away from us and while I realize that I will never be your mother, you are a daughter to me." Her embrace was fierce and everything Rosy needed, nodding in agreement.
A part of her wanted nothing more than to share the pregnancy with Anita, to tell her they wanted her to be a part of her life and her granddaughters. Realizing that it would have been too much for anyone to take in given her current status, she could only reinforce Everest's words. Anita was welcome in their lives.
While Rosalie, Everest, and Ellie made their peace with Anita Wesley said his goodbye to Elizabeth. She had been away for too long. It was time she went back to her life. Though there were promises made to see her again. The children especially had insisted they hear her say so. Charlotte had gotten better at not crying so easily, but she did tear up. They gave hugs and farewells before heading off to pack for the trip to Belarus.
Among the people coming to Avostoska was Annabelle. Wesley let her know that he would be delighted for any help she was willing to give. Her things, like the rest, were stowed on the jet. It took a team of Bel-Hops to load the plane. Mr. Bellwether chuckled, “You’re taking half the guests back to your castle, Wes, I hope you’re ready for them.”
“Isn’t that what castles are for? Guests and sieges.” Wesley smiled, “A home for warriors.”
“Speaking of warriors, your friend Yonten and his girl have ruined one of our guest rooms.” Mr. Bellwether would be remiss if he let that go unnoticed.
“Oh, did they? I do apologize. Here,” Wesley pulled his phone to transfer the appropriate amount of money to cover the cost.
“Thank you, Wesley. Though I have to say, you don’t want to make this a habit.” He pointed out, “Paying their way won’t solve the real issue here.”
Wesley nodded, “Oh, no I know you’re right. I plan on having a talk with Yonten at some point. Not now though. There’s much to be done.” He looked out at the people packing the jet, “And a lot of people to handle.”
Chuckling, Mr. Bellwether said, “You can say that again. Look at those poor dejected Bel-Hops.”
A thin, lanky young man, noted by the smooth chin, kept giving Wesley a stink eye. The Lord thought the man was rightfully irritated with him. Chuckling, Wesley said, “If you’ll excuse me, Mr. Bellwether, I think our goodbye was sufficient enough. And it looks like I should save myself some grace by soothing the wrath of these servants.”
“Have a safe trip, Wes.” Mr. Bellwether smiled and shook his hand.
Wesley called to the younger man to write him a healthy check, “For your trouble, Mr…?”
“Cruz,” The youthful male’s voice, already soft itself, gentled further in the direct presence of one of his employers guests. He glanced around nervously.
“Well then, Mr. Cruz, I hope this makes the task worth it,” Wesley scribbled a number over the slip of paper and offered it.
Mr. Cruz dropped his dark grey eyes on the paper. They widened to see the number. Wesley noticed the crease of foundation at the corner of his eyes. His thin, slender fingers took the check, “Sir, this is…” One hand ran through his cornsilk hair, with buzzed sides dyed pink.
“Ah, please, it isn’t polite to draw attention to it. Just accept it with grace and continue your good job,” Wesley mused, giving the younger man a wink, “Nice hair, by the way. Suits you, I think.”
The Bel-Hop frowned lightly, squinting in suspicion of this being an insult. Either way, he had Wesley’s money. Across the way his boss shouted, “Hugo! Get your ass back in gear!” The younger man tucked the page into his shirt pocket and left to do his work.
By then the passengers were already going up the stairs. Wesley followed after them. Being the last one he shut the door. They had gone to the upper deck since it had room enough for everyone. Just below Robert lay sedated, watched by Hye. To make sure everyone was accounted for, Wesley called off names, “Andriy?” A ‘Tak’ let Wesley know he was there, “Oliver?” A pleasant confirmation followed, “Joao, Yonten, Annabelle--” each sounded off in their personable ways. “Good. Now that we’re all here, we can get going.” Wesley initiated flight. The pilot had been trained to work the jet alongside an advanced A.I. built by Wesley. They were trusted to handle anomalies or take over manual drive. But, for the most part, it was the automated smart system that flew them across oceans.
Inara came up to Wesley, “I’m tired, my Love. I’ll see you in our room if you want to nap with me.” She gave him a kiss, “But I can’t stay up.”
“I understand. I think I will come, but give me a moment. I want to make sure our guests are settled.” Wesley watched her leave before turning to the others, “Any questions, concerns, or requests?”
Those who had flown with Wesley before settled into their own comfortable habits. Rosy was sitting beside Cory on a couch they had been on not long ago, avoiding Hyes gaze with pink cheeks once more. She thought they might have to wait until after their flight was over to continue what they had started that morning, less they inadvertently put on a show for someone else.
Oliver, lounging on the other end of the couch looked about the cabin with a nod of approval before looking at Wesley. "Ah yes, I do have questions. First, stewardess will there be an in flight movie? Secondly, if you go nap who will bring me a hot towel?" He enjoyed the jests.
Wesley assumed the posture of a flight attendant, “Yes sir, movies are available. Lord Cromwell can show you how to access them,” He pointed to a button on a console, “If you wish to have a hot towel that will summon an android or a human servant, whichever you prefer.” Wesley added with a smoldering wink, “But if you press that other button, you might get lucky and I’ll bring you more than a hot towel.”
Cory coughed, “Alright, that’s-- yeah, that’s not-- can we--”
Still wearing Yontens shirt, Annabelle glanced about the jet that was already in flight. "If any of us feel like taking a 'nap' is there somewhere we can do that?" She asked as innocently as she could.
"Do we need to hose you off before we are trapped in a jet with you and your hormones for fifteen hours?" Ellie scoffed at her sister, trying hard not to let sibling disputes take up much of her energy but left with no choice.
Wesley chuckled,” There are soundproof stalls at the other end of the jet, but--” He spilled boiling coffee eyes over Yonten and Annabelle, “--if you damage my jet, I will strap a parachute on you, and toss you out the airlock. Are we clear?”
Shifting uncomfortably, Yonten nodded, “Hey, I won’t make that mistake twice, homie.” It had been a horrifying three-day journey back to civilization.
"Good," Wesley brightened, "Have fun, you guys. We'll see you for dinner."
Even if Annabelle wasn't as frequently in Wesley's presence as the others, she knew a 'don't fuck with me' look when it was used. She nodded in agreement that they'd find a way to not break a jet (that seemed like it would take effort). It wouldn't be long before the grew restless and slipped out of the lounging area to test just how soundproof the stalls were.
For the few hours between take-off and dinner they wouldn't be the only ones to take a leave from movies and chatting to have private time. Some napping, others enjoying the presence of another. Anywhere Rosy was going for the rest of that trip she was going to double check the locks were secure. Ellie and Everest in particular were gone for quite some time, but only after Ellie had her fix of Lottie-time during Jasper and Kit's nap.
The only person who hadn't taken up the offer of one of the backrooms was Joao. The broad man, though unafraid of facing off with the devil incarnate through witches or mages, did not do as well with flying. Rosy made a note to herself that when they planned the return trip to the states, she might cook up a little bit of a relaxer for the silent giant, not wanting him to be drowsy before they went up against a multitude of mages.
Save for Yonten and Annabelle who no one was planning on hunting down just then, most were gathered back in the lounging area just prior to dinner. It was Oliver's turn to select a movie and he had gone with the newest Grinch because 'Even if he's green, he's still one of the finest actors to come out of Britain in the past three decades'. While the animated films held Lottie's attention when she wasn't asking for Ellie to do her hair, Jasper still occasionally needed additional entertainment. Rosy and Cory were on the floor with him and Baby Kit, a few trucks and cars from their playroom zooming about quietly so everyone could still hear the movie.
Jasper's blue truck was abandoned and Kit saw an opportunity to seize. In the motion of bending down to scoop it up, his plush seal was dropped, little feet accidentally kicking it away. A look of surprise and fear left him as he shuffled after it, worried for the worst! The seal had wound up right beside Andriy's shoes and before Kit had to waddle his way all the way over, he scooped it up and passed it to the toddler. "Here go, Krykhitka," he said with a smile. He wasn't much of a kid person, but knew that the seal hadn't left the baby's hand since they arrived.
Only a few minutes later he decided he'd had enough of cartoons for the year ahead, slipping out of the lounge area with plans to stroll the luxurious upper deck. Little did he know that a small shadow had started following him about, seal in hand, quiet as could be. Only when he turned around and spotted Kit did Andriy nearly jump in fear. "Where is keeper?" The Ukrainian knew about two and a half things when it came to children, and one of those was that he was not equipped to keep one alive. He also knew that between Kit being so young and how poor his own English could be, they were not going to communicate easily.
A few experimental steps told him that if he walked slowly toward the lounge Kit would follow. Thus began a slow, hunched over awkward parade between the two. Kit kept his big, seafoam eyes on the Ukranian man. A gentle smile drew up to watch him walk so funny! Once they were back in the room, Andriy had never been more relieved, feeling like he was dealing with a prized glass treasure someone else had spent a year making. Rosy caught his look as Kit was reclaimed by others in the lounge. "Not a fan of kids?" she teased him lightly.
He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he looked for a way to explain it. "Eh, kids good. I no good with them," he brushed it aside, grateful that just then an android arrived to announce it was time for dinner. He just needed to spend it and the next few hours out of their reach and they'd be fine. The fact he'd be living with them for the next month didn't seem to sink in. Rosy happily accepted Kit on her hip for the journey to the dining area with promises of yummy food for his hungry little tummy.
Coming out of the long nap, Inara looked and felt much better. Wesley did as well. They both had a certain kind of glow about them. Annabelle and Yonten were no different. Though maybe a little less spent than they would have been, had they had the same boundless limits as when they were at the Bellwether estate. All in all everyone was happy to come to eat.
Kit occasionally caught Andriy’s eyes and smiled through his binky. But as much as he felt happy to meet another kind person, it was hard to beat the connection he had with his favorite Aunt Rosy. The toddler contentedly ate his pineapple chunks where he sat on her lap. However, after he finished, he had a curious thought come to him. Andriy was nice and funny. Who else was like that of the newer people?
Slipping off of Aunty Rosy, Baby Kit gave her knee a pat of farewell before he toddled away. He watched the adults for a moment to decide what to do. Finally Baby Kit climbed up on an armchair nearest Joao. He settled on the cushiony furniture and dropped his seal. A small, soft gasp of alarm was followed by a gentle opening and closing hand toward the plushie.
While Joao hadn't been watching Kit while he finished up his dinner, he did see the stuffed animal falling in his peripherals. Wiping his hands first, he snatched the seal up barely having to bend with how long his arms were. "Careful, amigo," he chuckled as he returned the plushy to his owner.
Kit pulled the plushie to his chest. He smiled. Another nice person. Curious now, Baby Kit kept an eye on Joao while the man finished his meal and stood up. Kit slipped off of the couch to pad after him
Unaware of the tail he had gained, Joao moved to the nearest bathroom, humming to himself before entering to relieve himself. The sound of running water could be heard before the door opened and he nearly tripped over the waiting toddler. Swearing under his breath from the startle he caused, he offered a smile before carefully stepping over him. Sweet Kit smiled in return, raising a small hand and waving hello. "Uh, hello," Joao responded uncertainly, looking around to see if there was anyone else with him. When there wasn't, he offered his pinky finger to him to hold, a way to navigate him back somewhere he was supposed to be.
Another nice person! The Brazilians pinky fit snugly in his hand. Kit toddled along with Joao. They came across the gathering of adults and children. It was time to check out who else he could count on. Baby Kit gave Joao a gentle pat on his hand indicating he would see him later. A British Lion was in for a test of character. Baby Kit waddled on over toward Oliver. He meant to drop his seal by his feet, but in his attempt to proceed with his experiment Kit actually did trip over his socks a foot away from the English gent. One of them had loosened unexpectedly. Kit's surprised seafoam eyes widened as the world rushed upward.
Oliver saw the determined toddling and the sock disaster as it was taking place. One hand still holding his after dinner drink while the other swooped beneath him just before Kit could collide with the floor. The sort of reflexes you developed when partaking in a nude bar fight. "Whoa, careful Christopher," he cooed as he righted him up again, sitting him on his knee. Setting his glass down he re-adjusted the young man's socks before returning him to the floor, Seal and all. "All better."
Well now, that turned out more results than expected. Kit kept that in mind for any further experiments to satisfy his curiosity. Kit gave Oliver a happy smile and bobbed at the knee in thanks. There were a couple more people he wanted to investigate. So, saying farewell with a gentle pat to Oliver’s knee, he turned his attention to Yonten and Annabelle. He knew the young Tibetan man already. The redhead, however, was yet to be determined. Though Kit meant to make use of the fallen toy or a trip, he barely got over to Yonten when the old friend of the family scooped him up.
“Ehhy, little homie. Come to say hello?” Yonten had a knack for children. He grew up with all kinds of personalities. Sometimes he coached young blood. It was easy for him to hang out, though he wasn’t that great of a caregiver.
Baby Kit had found himself in a conundrum at first. What to do? Then he had an idea. While Yonten shifted him to sit on his leg, his seal happened to slip out of his tiny hands closest to Annabelle. Baby Kit wordlessly wiggled his fingers and knit his brow in distress.
A day of exciting tumbles followed by a hearty meal had Annabelle glowing as she sat beside Yonten, rather content. She looked over as they were joined by the young one, smiling over at the little cutie. While the plushy tumbled to the ground, she shifted so she could retrieve him without jarring Yonten. Raising the seal back up, she gave Kit the typical over-animated face one would expect when playing with a child. "Arp, arp!" she imitated a seal bark as the plushy head was popped into his head, chuckling once he took it to sit back against the chair. Kids were cute, but even her own mother had told her she'd likely eat her own young.
The mission Baby Kit had in mind soon became derailed. He mimicked Annabelle by daintily booping her with his seal. His, “Awp, awp,” wasn’t as accurate, but he tried. They wrestled around with him on their laps, sneaked in a few tickle attacks, and Yonten even hung Baby Kit by his ankles and swayed him from side to side. Kit all but fell into giggles between Annabelle and Yonten. By the time he found himself back on a lap he caught sight of Alaric in quiet conversation with his parents. Reminded of his mission, Kit gave Annabelle and Yonten a pat before slipping away.
Yonten chuckled, “That’s how mah boi says ‘See you later’.” he explained.
Baby Kit padded over to his mother. Inara reflexively reached down to pick him up. The plan was to drop the seal while she pulled him onto her lap. However, Inara’s motherly instincts kicked in and grabbed it before it could fall. Kit sat stunned from this setback. He pondered what action to take when he decided a more direct test would have to do. Kit made a muffled squeak for attention. Just as Alaric turned his eye on him he dropped his seal and motioned for it.
“Ha ha, playing ‘Gimmie’ are we?” Alaric reached down to get the plushie. “This a freebee, but I won’t be doing this more than once.” Those games could last as long as you had energy to spare.
Baby Kit happily squeezed his seal to his chest. Everyone satisfied his curiosity with flying colors. They didn’t know it yet, but he decided to occasionally trail them all here and there. He had learned a trick that Lottie and Jasper hadn’t: self control. Hye had no trouble allowing Kit to go basically wherever he wanted because he had been given no reason to think Kit would be naughty. Now, some might argue that Baby Kit simply hadn’t tasted enough of mischief to know it when it called. Perhaps it was only a matter of time before Hye would need to put him on a tight, literal leash. That would remain to be seen. For now Baby Kit settled contentedly in his mother’s lap.
“Now he’s a sweet boy,” Alaric smiled.
“Yes, he’s the sweetest so far,” Inara cuddled her baby to her, “Mmmm, and he’s growing older every day. Aw, I don’t know how well I’ll handle my baby boy becoming a man.”
Wesley smiled down at his wife and baby, “It will be bittersweet to say the least. For all of them, really.”
Alaric had missed out on Wesley’s entire childhood. He had to agree. And in some ways Alaric felt a sting from the loss of experiencing fatherhood. At least he had his grandchildren. “Are you planning on having children soon, Cory and Rosy?”
Cory, who looked up from where he was playing with his lady love and Jasper, hesitated a moment. Now that they were far from his parents he gave Rosy a look that said he was fine with telling Alaric if she was too.
Rosy caught his look and their silent agreement. It was taking self control not to tell everyone like Inara and Wesley had done during the Hunter Ball, but she also hadn't wanted to overstep anything with him and his parents. They'd agreed to wait until February for the sake of his relationship with them, but if he didn't mind others knowing then she'd happily share the news. "We're actually due right around when Inara is," she told Alaric with a tiny pat to her stomach. "It's just not something that's being shouted from the rooftop quite yet since we aren't officially married." It didn't seem fair to add that it was only because of the Cromwells, though. She'd let at last one piece of Cory's family life be kept personal.
"But we're all very excited for them," Ellie offered from the couch she was sitting on beside Lottie. "Marriage is just a piece of paper that makes the world recognize what you already know."
Alaric’s mouth popped, “Well I’ll say, agreed there, El. Oh that’s wonderful you two!” He got up to shake Cory’s hand, “Good on you, my man. And you woman's a beauty so I know the babe will be a looker, boy or girl.”
Cory beamed, “Thanks you, Alaric.” A part of him had wondered if this was a mistake to mention. Alaric's enthusiastic delight eased those fears away.
“And Rosy, you’re an amazing woman from what Wes tells me. Blessings on the both of you,” Alaric pulled Rosalie in for a hug, careful not to squish her belly. When he pulled away he noticed that not many of them-- well, none of them-- were as surprised as himself. “Ha ha, well I guess it’s only fair. I’m not quite around am I?” The slightest fall in countenance was covered up with a bright smile, “Well, I think it’s a shame those old hoots spoiled your fun. Why don’t we make up for it, hm?” Alaric poured a drink and raised his glass, “To Cory and Rosy, on their biggest adventure of their lives.” His eyes glanced at Wesley with the faintest trace of melancholy. “May they enjoy the journey and create lasting memories.”
Rosy accepted his embrace, imagining that if they had announced their pregnancy at the ball there would have been a constant stream of the same. She couldn't imagine that Fiona and Roderick would get overly hateful when they found out, though she wasn't about to push Cory until he was ready. His comfort was worth more than that to him. Those around chuckled at Alaric's realization, Rosy offering a sheepish smile. Everyone raised their glass to his toast, and she eased herself back to the ground once it was over. "I wouldn't say anyone spoiled our fun, though. We're still very happy with how everything is going and can't wait until she joins us."
“Now that’s the spirit,” Alaric chuckled, “My bet is that you’ll have a boy.”
“I’ll bet a girl,” Yonten grinned.
“Girl as well, for me,” Wesley mused.
“Me too,” Cory failed to hide a knowing smile.
“All of you are betting for a girl?” None of them denied they would, indeed, make their bet for a girl too, “Well now, it makes a fellow nervous I might be gambling on the wrong horse,” Alaric spoffed. Though, for how early it was in the pregnancy, it simply couldn’t be known yet.
“What are you willing to throw the dice on, Alaric?” Wesley wiggled his brows.
Inara chuckled, knowing they were preying on Alaric’s innocence, “Oh come on you guys, that’s enough,” she turned to Alaric before her husband could convince her otherwise and said, “We know the baby is a girl, Alaric.”
“You know? How?” Alaric perked a brow.
Inara didn’t know how much to say. She looked to Wesley. Her husband took over from there, “We know because a Seer we caught revealed the gender. She is in the dungeons in Avostoska.”
“A Seer? Come off it, Wes, I’m not that gullible,” Alaric’s chuckle died as he peered around the room at the faces who were quite unsurprised and not at all arguing the point. “Now this is either the most elaborate prank or…” Alaric spoffed, “My god, you have a Seer. How did that happen?”
“That is a long story. Most of us know the general overview. This is as good a time as any to bring you up to date and discuss the plans ahead, if you wish to join us.” Wesley handed the children off to Hye and Kazumi. Work was easier done when the little ones weren’t crawling all over you. Besides, bedtime was at hand.
Wesley informed Alaric of Theo and his family. They gave him and those who didn’t know a brief description of the sequence of events that lead to that point. Then Wesley proposed his idea of Willow finding out about Robert being a criminal and Rosalie being her half-sister. The plan was to swamp Theo with work for a few days. During that time Everest will send a text or two. Since Willow doesn’t often read his messages or answer his calls, it is likely she won’t do so this time around. Then they would send out a ‘Breaking News’ story about Robert having attempted to kill Anita, Everest, and Liz. There was more that the news report would say to explain the situation to Willow. They would expect Willow to look at the text or calls at that point. The messages would be asking if she was okay, pleading her to call them, and then inviting her to the funeral for Robert, who would be declared ‘dead upon resisting arrest’. When she comes to the funeral alone, due to Theo being busy, the available hunters would aim to seal the pub shut early in the morning when they come for breakfast, and then blow it up.
“As they say, plans can go awry. My back-up plan is to take them out in a fight. But I think this will work,” Wesley said with confidence.
Alaric had asked a question here or there, but ultimately understood, “Well, I’m afraid I’m not as skilled of a Hunter as your mother, but I can do what I can if and when there is a need for me.”
Those who weren't familiar with the plan sat quietly while it was divulged. It was no wonder he wanted to bring in extra hands; the number of mages aside there were a lot of steps where things could easily go wrong. Everest personally wasn't a fan of the idea of a flight, thinking it was too risky to try and get Willow apart from them unless it was contingent on how the explosion went.
Andriy perked up at mention of blowing up the pub, his eyes falling on Ellie with a knowing smile. "You make the bomb for Russians?" He knew as well as most did that she was one of the best in the business and admired her work.
"I wish," she spoffed, patting her large bump. "Ev has had me on indefinite bed rest from hunting, even though I said it was excessive. I thought you might be able to work with the design he had though. I know those fingers of yours can work some miracles."
He sheepishly nodded, pink from her praise. "Tak, I can look and try. Not a trap, but mechanics I handle."
Oliver, hating to be the debby downer of the moment, decided that someone needed to point out the obvious. "I must ask, just how many plans do we think we can try before it becomes minute?"
Everest perked at the question, sensing something in his tone he knew he wouldn't like. "What do you mean?"
"Beg pardon, but I know we all love Willow and desire to protect your sister more than just any Mundie...but at the same time this is 8, 9 mages? While we want her safe and out of harms way, how far can we take that before the fact that the mages need to die takes precedence over saving one life? They could kill hundreds, thousands if they got away and -"
"This isn't up for discussion," Everest stopped him suddenly. "She is our sister and while no one wants unnecessary deaths, I refuse to give up on her."
Wesley decided to pull down the screen, “You do have a point, Oliver, and I don’t take it lightly. This is a general overview of what I was thinking of doing. But I will have other factors in play to reduce collateral damage.” The number of innocent deaths a Hunter was willing to allow varied, but it was safe to assume most did not think anything past a hundred or so was acceptable. Cory would expect something like that from Hillary Cove or Eddard Willson. “The Old Bear is next to the water, as you can see, so we only have to worry about the buildings across the street. The one beside it, Sam’s Boat, like these other businesses will have various ‘coincidental’ reasons to close on that day. There will be traffic blocks on these highways. A pipe will burst at this street corner. What will appear as coincidence will be the perfect storm for the demise of the Old Bear. The explosion itself will be due to an unfortunate gas leak due to faulty construction of Sam’s Boat.” The images pulled up concluded with the estimate of possible death outside of their targets. “And if all goes well, it will be less.”
Inara knew that no plan was foolproof, but no plan would be foolish. She did think Oliver’s point made her nervous about the situation. So many for one person. However, be it selfish or what, Everest’s point was understandable. Besides that, Inara brought up another point, “We don’t know how many people they’ve killed already. These possible deaths of bystanders could be a fraction of what they’ve already done. If you think about it, Willow is the first of many that will be preemptively saved.”
Alaric saw both points, “Well, it looks like the age-old struggle of balancing what is worth life lost to achieve peace has plagued yet another Hunter mission. As I say, do what you can when you can. Worry about the rest later.”
Cory had been silent thus far. A thought came to him then, “Well, I guess as long as the number doesn’t match or exceed how many a mage could kill would be a good line to draw.” And that was many. One average mage could easily eliminate at least a hundred people in their life. He kept silent on another thought. One that he wasn’t sure he could bring up without anyone doubting his conviction as a Hunter. The question of humanity Molly had posed to his conscience.
The question really was one that varied from person to person, and while everyone seemed to have settled at Wesley's explanation, it could often lead to arguments. There were some who thought that Mundies were only collateral to achieve the necessary cause of mage eradication, while others were of a more humane view. At least for now, most seemed to agree that they would do what was necessary.
Rosy had to say she was beginning to agree with Cory, though. How could they determine how many lives a person was worth? How did they decide that it was fine for one person to die so they could kill someone who could have been just as innocent if not more so? They had all slain mages, wolves, vampires who they condemned to be evil without proof, though they all sat above a man who would live even knowing he was responsible for five deaths, if not more, all for his own greed.
Ellie nodded, though she felt it was safest if they moved away from such a sensitive topic. Justifying collateral was a political red topic for hunters, the same as abortion was for a Mundie. "I think we'll be able to keep everything limited while Willow is safe, and that is what matters," she offered before doing a shift to, "Now that everyone will be in one place we'll be able to coordinate and plan quite smoothly. Well, those of us who are allowed to be involved."
"Still non-negotiable," Everest murmured before taking a drink.
Inara chimed in here, “Well we might not directly be involved, but we don’t have to be tucked away in Belarus for our whole pregnancy. I’m planning on doing my last inspection in one of the vampire branches I have in Seabrook. Ellie and I can at least enjoy some Texan sun and BBQ.”
Wesley hadn’t liked the idea, but Inara was being difficult, “And as promised, you have to use the yacht as a hotel, you must come to bed before dark, and please do not make unexpected trips.”
“Yes, yes, I know,” Inara chuckled, “What do you say, El? Do you want to come with me?”
“If she doesn’t, I will.” Alaric smiled, “I’ve had a fascination with your work. I would love to see it up-close.” That being said, he looked to the ginger, “Will you be joining us?”
Ellie nodded in agreement. "Oh, I won't say no. Even a check up is better than being stuck inside and treated like I'm made of glass."
Inara smiled triumphantly to her husband. Wesley sighed, flicking away the various informational charts he had put up for some distraction from his wife being smug.
"Do we have a date yet of when this will be going down? Just so we all have a timeline or is that being played by ear?" Annabelle inquired, seeing quite a lot that needed to be worked on from Wesley's plan and map.
Wesley hummed, “Playing it by ear. I want to see what information I can get from Molly. She knows them best, she has insight, and she has been writing with Rosalie.”
“What has she said?” Alaric asked, naturally.
Chuckling, Wes shrugged, “I don’t know. The condition was that I am not to read nor ask about what is in the letters. It is up to Cory to let me know if and when I should stop their correspondence.”
That had been a struggle for Cory. He had considered it the night they had that uncomfortable talk. He wondered if he let it go on too long. In fact, he said, “Well, I can’t say it’s been bad. But I don’t know...Maybe we’ve heard all we can?” It had been a lot of personal stuff. Just sharing feelings and personal stories. Cory looked to Rosy for some clue as to how she felt about it.
It surprised Rosalie that he was so quick to suggest it end. "I don't think that's a fair assumption to make. It's only been a two real letters since she agreed," she defended, adding. "And it's not as though I know what I should be asking. Or do you already know what you'd say if you suddenly had a mage penpal, a seer no less?"
"Everything I can think of would be too direct and I doubt they'd answer," Oliver admitted.
Annabelle nodded in agreement. "I can't say it'd be easy to be chummy, but that's probably what is needed if we hope anything deeper will come out of it."
It wasn't much, but Rosy took it as support. "I think we'll be able to learn a lot from her over time, but it's going to take awhile. I say it's worth that time if she is willing to open up to me. Information isn't as essy to get when you're not breaking fingers."
"Isn't that the truth," Everest spoffed.
Cory made no argument. He trusted Rosy was right, “Yeah, you got a fair point.”
Wesley had not lost his ponderous look though. “True, but there is one idea I had,” Wesley nodded, deciding to keep up the letters at this point, “I wonder if we can tap into her insight directly. Perhaps I could try a VR session.” Wesley had already explained how the device worked, “While I don’t expect Almaeri to be manipulated through it, I have a theory that Molly works like a device herself. The insight she has plays through her. It’s possible I could bypass Molly altogether.”
“Bypass Molly?” Cory raised a curious brow.
“Yes, directly see what she sees. Make Molly the projector. And since we know she can’t use her Seer sight without purposefully focusing, looking, or hearing directly, it’s likely I can observe her without Molly gaining knowledge on us.” Wesley tapped his chin as he paced a little. A new thought needed its due time to think about it. “Well, anyway. We’ll see. We’re hours away from Avostoska.”
Yonten yawned, “Then Imma get some sleep. It’s pretty late.”
Wesley smiled, “Yes, sleep would do you good. Keep you out of trouble.”
Rosy was highly enticed by the idea he was presenting. She also worried that it might not be best for her to be aware of such ideas. Whether or not Molly could read last the words she wrote was unknown, and she didn't want to do anything to jeopardize it. "I think I'm ready for bed, too."
Annabelle couldn't help but smirk at the comment, rising to her feet. "Seems like you aren't doing enough sleeping when you're in bed," she commented nonchalantly, already heading toward the door.
A knowing smirk came from Joao who was pleasantly well-rested. He had been prepared for the worst for the duration of the ball!
Alaric stood up, ready for sleep as well. But there had been a question he hoped he could get an answer to before the day ended or he forgot, “That reminds me. Wesley, what exactly did Yonten do that warranted being shoved out of the plane?”
Wesley chuckled at the sigh Yonten let out, “After several months Yonten had been lovingly coaxed into giving up his addiction to shrooms and LSD. Almost six months later Yoten and I planned a flight to Maine with two guests and Angela for some mission. In the morning I found Yonten passed out at the back. Room was ruined, the girls were entangled with him, and he was high as a kite.” Wesley crossed his arms with a smile, “I waited for him to sober up, gave him a water bottle, and by the time he realized he was wearing a parachute I had him standing in front of the door. I told him if he wanted to spend his life ruining it then he can do that off of my property. I tucked the rest of his drugs in his shirt and pushed him out.”
Yonten sheepishly scruffed the back of his head, “Yeh, that scared the shit out of me. Never touched the stuff again.” He screamed like a little girl all the way down.
Annabelle let out a cheerful cackle at the story, not about to let that one down for a long time. "Oh, you really are a naughty boy, aren't you?"
"Aaaaand that's my sign to head to bed," Ellie said as she used Everest to raise herself up. "I'll see you all just before we land and so help me if you two manage to crash this plane, I will haunt you."
“Agreed,” Inara chuckled, making her way to her and Wesley’s room.
Yonten said nothing to them. He merely hid his slight embarrassment by being a good sport about it. Having to face the possibility of his body slamming into the Earth had changed him. It wasn’t a gentle shoulder rub or moving speech, but it did the trick. Yonten didn’t want to admit he appreciated Wesley for it in the long run. Although, he may not have chosen to repeat if it came down to it. That night Yonten bedded Annabelle without harming a single item in the sleeping stall.
Cory reflected on the night he found out about Rosalie being pregnant. How Wesley had given him a jolt. To be fair, it wasn’t the first thing he did. “Yeah, I think it’s time for us to go to bed too.” Though, because they were interrupted earlier that day, he hoped to have a moment for togetherness with Rosy before falling asleep. Unfortunately the beginning of the second trimester proved a rough start. Rosalie didn’t sleep well. Cory did his best to help. He got extra pillows and blankets to fit them so she could find a comfortable position. What sleep she got wasn’t much. To top it off, in the morning, Rosalie’s nausea got the better of her.
Most people woke the next morning ready for breakfast and casual conversation. Inara offered Rosy a tea that would help her until they landed. Lunch would be slightly late, due to when they arrived in Belarus. The land was as they left them. Snow shimmered over the castle like it had been hand detailed with rhinestones. The children were excited to point out all the places they wanted to show their guests. Lottie in particular hoped to see Kaylee soon. The mention of the little girl earned inevitable curiosity. Alaric was the only one who said nothing. He reserved his opinion about containing a girl this long who had yet to show any signs of being Awakened. This was not his business or in his control.
Soon enough the plane landed and the guests filed out. Avostoska felt warm and inviting for all who came. Robert, however, was promptly stowed under the castle. Hye had to help Wesley since Rosy wasn’t feeling well.
“Worried?” Wesley gave Cory a pat, seeing his face. The brothers stepped to the side.
Frowning, Cory nodded, “It came on a little fast.”
“Yeah, it’s a combination of things. Elevation, time change, and entering the next stages of development.” Wesley chuckled at seeing Cory’s face pale, “Don’t worry, you’re a new father and she’s a new mother. You’ll learn these things as you go. Inara tends to need a lot of water when she travels while pregnant. Just keep an eye on her. They’ve got pregnancy-brain. They’ll forget these things. That’s where you come in, to be that support.”
Cory nodded, “I’ll have a doctor check on her, see what they say.”
“Good move. You’re already learning.” Wesley smiled, “Now go do that, Hye and I will handle Robert. I’ll let the kitchens know to be on standby if you need any food.”
The brothers parted ways. Cory guided Rosy to their room and informed her he wanted a little check up in the comfort of their room. He did not give in to any argument. The OB/GYN came shortly. After an evaluation she recommended prenatals and a steady intake of electrolytes. No gatorade. The doctor condemned it as sugar water with a dash of salt and some coloring. Before leaving the doctor suggested Cory rub some essential oils on her feet. Thanks to the connections Wesley had the quality of their oils were incredible and pure. Peppermint helped settle Rosy’s stomach.
“Here, have another sip,” Cory offered the water bottle.
