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Blood of the Mayfair: Chapter 32- Hail Rain or Sunshine
« on: January 30, 2014, 10:45:47 PM »
Hello! I took the liberty to edit and say a few things to the new and old readers of this story. While reading this, you may hear of names that are familiar to you, as you have read them from a book or knew from a game. I'm a big fan of Dragon Age and Anne Rice so many of the namesakes here, you will find from those two. Especially Mayfair. I liked how it sounded so I borrowed it from Anne Rice, and they were a family of witches, whereas Hawke is the protagonist in DA2. I just thought I had to give credit to the two wonderful sources of the names. And they're no townies, as you will see as you read down. Where and from whom they came from, though, is among the things you will find out. Also, before any misunderstandings arise, "blood" refers to bloodline.

This is my first story and I hope you enjoy it! Questions are appreciated. They make me think of what happens next, myself.

I- Azrael Hawke
Chapter 1: Welcome to Paradise
Chapter 2: Brown Eyed Girl
Chapter 3: Fully Alive
Chapter 4: Dreams
Chapter 5: Rhythm of Love
Chapter 6: Secrets
Chapter 7: Plans
Chapter 8: Questions
Chapter 9: No Other Way
Chapter 10: Story of my Life
Chapter 11: Happy Birthday
Chapter 12: Warning

II- Garrett Hawke
Chapter 13: Starter
Chapter 14: It continues
Chapter 15: Breakdown
Chapter 16: She's a Rebel
Chapter 17: Counting Stars
Chapter 18: Need You Now
Chapter 19: Say You Like Me
Chapter 20: Moving Closer
Chapter 21: If You Ever Come Back
Chapter 22: Pocket Full of Sunshine
Chapter 23: Losing Hope
Queen of the Dragons [The Becoming of Garrett Hawke]
Chapter 24: This Girl

III- Abaddon Hawke
Chapter 25: Inaudible Melodies
Chapter 26: Somebody that I Used to Know
Chapter 27: Little Hands
Chapter 28: Close to You
Chapter 29: Linger
Chapter 30: First Kiss
Chapter 31: Skyfall
Chapter 32: Hail Rain or Sunshine


Welcome to Paradise
Apologies to Green Day

Iím Azrael Hawke and I have a secret but I think now isn't the time to tell you. So let me introduce you to the best caretaker in the world, Enzalde Wintergreen! She's the third Wintergreen consort to the Hawke Family and I call her Nana.



She's my private tutor and my music mentor. She's also my hassle-free guarantee to three-meter flights above the ground (While she doesn't look happy, she is.)



She's my personal trainer- in a dozen different ways.





Nana is a doctor by profession and vocation- sheís probably the best in town. And she doesnít care whether youíre a celebrity or a tree. When her radar spots you, youíre obliged to undergo examination, wherever you are. Take her case for example,



Uhuh. It doesnít matter even if a lot of your fans are ogling you. Or that youíre in a hotel.

I also have Thujane, my buddy and best friend. Although most of the time, I donít know what heís up to, or where heís gone, or whether Thujaneís a he or a she. Well, it doesnít really bother me, most of the time.



My name is Azrael Hawke and Iím two years old with a consciousness of an adult. But I canít talk yet. So Iím currently working on that. Last time, we talked about clowns and my horrid fear of their curly rainbow hair.



So you're probably wondering how I'm telling you this. Simple. Telepathy! Believe me, I was shocked the first time I realized. I even sunk into a lapse of depression for 2 seconds



And I'm out of interesting things to say, so I'll tell you my secret.
I love sitting on my stroller like a boss, since it only happens when Nana isnít busy at work, or busy tending her plants and talking to her flowers, or busy playing with the bees.



Notice the matchy-matchy? I realized too late.

My other secret is.
Obvious.



I like to pick my nose when nobodyís looking.

Despite my adult consciousness, I know nothing. That's the real secret. Why I'm in Paradiso with Nana is something that you and I will discover together. But for now, Nana tells me that there are other things to discover.

First, in this box.



Second, in this block.



Third, why my toys disappear when I touch them.



And lastly, how I can get myself out of here.



This is Paradise, indeed.


Enzalde is a direct descendant of my sim and Helena Snowqueen by Pralensims. All my custom content are from TSR. I'll do my best to retrieve the creators of any custom content included in the story.
At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair
« Reply #1 on: January 31, 2014, 12:38:41 AM »
Brown Eyed Girl
Singing to Van Morrison

It hasn't been long since we moved here but Nan became immediately busy doing house calls and follow-ups, public vaccinations and grocery shopping. Her routine makes me wonder how I fit into her schedule.

Well, actually she does find ways and I have no choice in the matter. I couldn't talk. And there are so many times that I want to with the people who make Nan wait outside their houses. Ah, the democracy.

I could also only play with their pets and cheapest furniture ready for breaking. Their two-legged munchkins who walk in all four limbs refuse to talk to me, telepathically anyway.

But none of those matter because this day's highlight is my brown eyed girl who lives in a beach-side baby mansion beside a cemetery. But why live beside a cemetery?

It doesn't matter, honey. They have a beautiful house.

But then again, none of those matters because I'll definitely take her away when we're old enough to marry, bring her to our house which probably looks like this in winter:


But I'll do that after I thank her father Teodor Medina for leaving Nan hanging in his own house after demanding a house call. I would never leave Nan hanging.

Azrael is stalling so I'll take over and show you how he couldn't talk to Palmira Medina (because he can't) while she and Enzalde chatted the afternoon away.
They got there late afternoon and Palmira was just on her way home from after-school activities.
She didn't invite them inside and instead chose to chat with Enzalde standing. For hours.


Palmira: I'll remind father, Miss Wintergreen. I just hope I don't forget it myself. And, uhm, excuse me, but he's been staring at me the whole time.

Enzalde: Don't worry, he just finds you very pretty.
Azrael: Beautiful, Nan. B-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l.
Wonderful, honey. You can spell
On it went and he could only ever stare at her.

Palmira was growing so uncomfortable that she started to make faces. That made Azrael laugh inside.


Azrael: I'm going to marry Palmira Medina. She's crazy and she's beautiful. Most importantly she's weird. She's the right weird with an attitude.
Cai: You'll need to grow up first, A.
Azrael: I'll grow up. It's my birthday in a few. I'll just have to wait a little more. I'll invite her over everyday and make her cookies and pie and brownies and cake.
Cai: Alright, honey. I get your drift. But you can make her toys too, if you'll have the time.
Azrael: Uhuh. But what will she think of me if I give her a bunch of whale toys made of metal scrap?
Cai: She wouldn't know. Give her flowers when you're older.
Azrael: She's weird, remember. She might hate it. I wouldn't know what to say to her, then.
Cai: You're both weird. Your wavelengths match. In my watch, that's all that matters.
Azrael: Too bad Nan can't hear my thoughts.

That's what you think, Azrael.

Meanwhile,

Enzalde: I have to go now, Palmira. I still have some tutoring to do. Tell your father to call when he needs anything, okay?
Palmira: It's good to have someone like you around, Miss Wintergreen.
Enzalde: Call me Nana, dear. That's what I have Azrael call me.
Palmira: Oh, so he can talk. I didn't think he can.
Enzalde: He probably has a lot to say if he could. But he can only say Nana and the shortest words he can think of.
Palmira: Okay, Nana. See you later. See you too later, chum. Grow up soon so we can play tag together.
Azrael: Yup, I'll marry you, brown eyed girl.

He couldn't contain it and made faces when they got home:
At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]



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Re: Blood of the Mayfair
« Reply #2 on: January 31, 2014, 12:46:24 AM »
Palmira is a gorgeous choice for a wife, if I do say so myself, ;) this story is off to a wonderful start, I must say I need to bookmark this! I can't wait to read more. :)

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair
« Reply #3 on: January 31, 2014, 12:52:40 AM »
Palmira is a gorgeous choice for a wife, if I do say so myself, ;) this story is off to a wonderful start, I must say I need to bookmark this! I can't wait to read more. :)

Yay. Thanks that encouragement means a lot, Livvie! Though I'm still trying to get a good survey of the town (He's too young to marry)  ;D
At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair - Ch 3: Fully Alive
« Reply #4 on: January 31, 2014, 05:24:29 AM »
Here's the third chapter, everyone!
This chapter is sort of like Enzalde's. Just sort of.


Fully alive
More than most
Ready to smile and love life
Fully alive and she knows
How to believe in futures


Fully Alive
Rockin' Flyleaf

Enzalde: There was a young elven wizard with slanted eyes.
He could bring down a blizzard,
Cite chants between sighs.
He could...
Azrael: Nan, the rhymes are horrible. Azrael thought.



Enzalde: I know, sweet pea, that's why I stopped. You don't have to  bend your hand so hard.
Azrael was shocked. He certainly didn't expect that.
Enzalde: You amuse me sometimes, dear. Come on, we'll go play in your hovering bee.
Azrael: That means, that time. You heard?
Enzalde: Oh yes, With thoughts as loud as yours and your excessive fidgeting, who wouldn't? You were too excited, dear.

Enzalde liked to tease. She couldn't contain her amusement that she started clapping her hands.



Enzalde: In fact, I'm thinking of inviting the Medinas for your birthday. You'd like that, won't you?
Azrael: No! Capital no! If I could write it would be in bold and italics and underlined, even. No!
Enzalde: I'll consider it.
Enzalde liked to tease a lot.
Azrael: Please, Nan. No. I'll cry until your ears bleed and your eyes pop out.
Enzalde: Well, tell me one good reason why not.
Azrael: She has to see me as equal. She needs to forget about the little baby boy she saw then.
Enzalde: But you'll always be my baby boy. Enzalde laughed. She couldn't help but think about how adorable Azrael was, pleading.
Azrael: Please don't laugh, Nan.
Enzalde: Alright, Little Prince. I won't invite them this time.

Azrael didn't say any more. He asked her Nana to bring him back inside and kept quiet after that. Enzalde started to get worried and told him again, promising him.

Enzalde: I promise. I won't invite them.
Azrael: That's not it. Don't you miss your family?
Enzalde: Now, why would you ask that? You're here, aren't you?
Azrael: I meant your real family, Nan. I'm sure I wear you out.
Enzalde: You're family, sweetheart. There's no need to worry about things.
Azrael: Oh. Okay, Nan. Azrael sunk into awkward melancholy and that made Enzalde kiss him on the forehead to make him feel better.



Enzalde: How about a story? She gaily held Azrael up and brought him outside to see the sun set.
Azrael: If you're telling the story in ad-lib'ed rhymes I'd rather have you sing. You sing well, Nana.
Enzalde: Didn't you say before? You have no choice in the matter, dear.


So, Enzalde went to tell the story. And this story was nothing like the ones she used to tell him.

Enzalde: They say that centuries ago, there was a wizard who lived in solitude. He was known by everyone because he was always alone and far from everyone else, aside from the fact that he was raising dragons.

He lived far away from everyone because he enjoyed his peace. He preferred it to the clamor and bustle of people and of the town entirely. The town knew him as Zarall and he could really bring down a blizzard if he had wanted, even summon flames with his wand. So many witches admired him, wizards envied and respected him. But all of them pitied him because he was alone. He was almost a century old, but he was alone.

Azrael was curious and even if he didn't want to, he interrupted Enzalde for questions.

Azrael: A century, Nan? Doesn't that mean that he's very old?
Enzalde: Wizards live very long, dear. Let's just say that he was very powerful. And that wizards with power like his lived longer than any other wizard. But a century is still young to them. Maybe someone as old as me?
Azrael: Why is that, Nan?
Enzalde: Simple. The more powerful a wizard is, the more he has access to life sources.
Azrael: What was Zarall's then?
Enzalde: Nature. Imagine how big the pool of energy nature has!
Azrael: So if he would be so many more centuries old, he would be.. Uhh.
Enzalde: Don't worry, dear. I promise you'll learn Math and all its dreadful associates when you're older.
Azrael: But Math sounds good.
Enzalde: That's what you say now.
Azrael: More, Nan. Don't let me stop you!
Enzalde: Well, of all the things he enjoyed more than his peace was gardening. It cured his loneliness and he gets to eat good meals from his own harvest. And he had his earth dragon, Azalea help him with that.



And the only time he would go to town is when he goes to the consignment shop to sell and buy some goods. There he met Hysteria Witcher and whether she had always lived there or not, he wouldn't know. He lived cloistered in his hermit house far too long.



It was awkward, their first meeting. It was the first time he felt that way, maybe because he'd always lived along and didn't know what to make of feelings he never had. Awkward courtship was intertwined with their friendship. But she always welcomed him despite his eccentric nature. While he was weird and secluded, Hysteria was vibrant but enigmatic. He loved that about her. He loved her. Weeks passed. Months. It took him long to grasp what he felt and finally gathered the courage to tell her. And she only laughed.



Hysteria: Took you long enough.
Zarall: Why are you laughing?
Hysteria: That! That exactly! You're too... straight-laced. You always calculate your words.
Zarall: I don't know what to say. I'm sorry.
Hysteria: It's adorable. People here know you. But not enough about you.
Zarall: That means yo knew me even before?
Hysteria: Why do you look so disappointed? I asked around.
Zarall was surprised.
Hysteria: Don't get too conceited just yet! It was after you left the shop. You were interesting. Bringing an almost-cellar worth of potions and herbs.
Zarall: It's for those who need them. Those who need to, erm, manipulate their moods to get by.
Hysteria: That says a lot about you. You should go out more, let them know how great you are, not with your magic but with being you!
Zarall: Well, Uh. I don't know.
Hysteria: You do know! But that doesn't matter right now. I can't have you getting awkward after telling me your feelings.

She pulled him close to her and kissed him.



Zarall: Felt like a fairy tale.

Hysteria laughed hysterically. That was the funniest thing Zarall had ever said.
Hysteria: That's very you, but the fairies will get mad if they hear that.
Zarall: Well. It is rather hard to know which of their stories are real.
Hysteria: That just now was real.

Enzalde: After that...
Azrael's been quiet for a while and Enzalde saw he fell asleep. She smiled to herself; telling this story to Azrael meant so much to her. It made her happy that she didn't have to wait long to tell him what he needs to know. It lifted off the burden she's been carrying.



One day, she thought, One day. When the time comes, everything will fall into place.
These stories will your become memories.
These memories will be remembered and realized.
You'll be the one to make them fully alive.



The mat from the living room is Pralensims' from TSR.
Zarall's clothes were downloaded from Sil Fantasy.
At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair
« Reply #5 on: January 31, 2014, 09:06:20 PM »
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat.. drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost...


Dreams
Say hello to Fleetwood Mac

Tic. Tac. Tic. The mechanical stir of the clock slices through the silence. It grows cold while the rain wars against the moist earth. Darkness crept into the room in slow motion. It was an ominous night but Azrael was deep in sleep.  He dreams of the dragons and the magic that his Nana told him. He was having a good dream- a decent present for his birthday. He was a having a good dream. And it was the perfect time to visit him and plant better dreams.



Mirror Fiend: It's too early for you to execute your plans, Madame.
No questions. Nor hesitations. Your opinions matter the least. Moreover, you're making quite the pleased face while you're acting all concerned, she answers.
Mirror Fiend: Please forgive my insolence. I shall see to it immediately.
Yes. That's what you're here for, bitterness preyed through her words. It was too early but she can't afford to lose anything more than she already had. She will have to do this. Her needs are dire and she will have to exact penitence.

Enzalde: Wakey, wakey, Little Prince. It's nearly lunch time.
Azrael: Nana. I don't want to have cake.
Enzalde: We're having cake, dear. I understand why you don't want visitors but I will not allow no-cake for your birthday.
Azrael: But I can't finish all that.
Enzalde: I can bring them to work if you're worried about leftovers. Why are you worried about leftovers? But don't answer that. Let's have you washed so we can go outside and have some sun and air.

So they did. They went out for a while and played. It was a good day. There were no traces of the rain that came the night before nor the ominous chilly wind. It was a bright and beautiful day in Paradiso. It was the best day to make some memories.



Azrael: I'm sorry I fell asleep when you were telling me a story, Nana.
Enzalde: It's alright. It was a love story and love stories bore you, don't they? They always bored you.
Azrael: But it had dragons in it!
Enzalde: Oh, did it? I haven't told you about his other dragons just yet.
Azrael: Then how about now? I promise not to fall asleep.
Enzalde: There, there. It's your birthday, isn't it? Don't you want to blow your candles yet?
Azrael: But, I want to hear more about the wizard and his dragons and his magic.
Enzalde: If I remember correctly, you wanted to grow up soon and catch up to Palmira.
Azrael: To the cake!

Azrael was easy to read. He was so open about what he wanted and what he doesn't, in descending priorities. Enzalde missed her old self. The one without restraint. The one who didn't have to be cautious and watch her back every time. The one who could laugh without worrying about a thing. But it was alright. Azrael was with him and it was enough to get her motivated and go on as she had always.

It's just you and me, Azrael, she thought to herself.

Enzalde got the cake set on the table. There were no balloons nor extravagant food. They only had cake and each other, but that was because it was what Azrael wanted. Silly boy, she thought further. I wonder until when he'll be the innocent and curious Azrael.

Enzalde: Alright, dear. Close your eyes and make a wish!
Azrael: I wish...
Enzalde: Oh, come on. Don't tell me.
Azrael: But you're hearing my thoughts!
Enzalde: That's because it's too loud, dear.
Azrael: Then I wish you would teach me to not have loud thoughts.
Enzalde: Your wish is my command! Just grow up first, I need you to grow up before anything.
Azrael: I'll blow it alone, Nan. I can do this.
Enzalde: No you can't.

Enzalde blew the candle with, rather, for Azrael. And he was horrified.



Enzalde refused to give him a haircut and Azrael just grew out his hair. Well, he did like his long hair. He immediately borrowed his Nana's phone to call Palmira.



Azrael: Palmira! Uhm, this is Palmira, correct?
Enzalde: Where are your manners, dear? He heard his Nana saying.
Azrael: Hello. Uhm, I'm sorry. This is Azrael Hawke. May I have Palmira on the phone please?
Enzalde smiled. That was awkward, to restart after that outburst. But it was Teodor on the phone. Palmira was still in school. But he told him nonetheless.
Azrael: I had my birthday today, Mister Medina.
Teodor: Call me Theo, or maybe even uncle. Mister Medina is far too formal for me. He chuckled so loud, even Enzalde could hear it.
Azrael: I'm sorry.
Teodor: What for? Is this about not inviting us? I understand, I suppose. There's nothing to worry about.
Azrael: I'll definitely invite you on my next birthday!
Teodor: Well, I look forward to that. We'll probably drop by later. Or tomorrow, since it's weekend tomorrow.
Azrael: I would like that very much, Uncle Theo!
Teodor: Rather polite, aren't you. We'll see you, Azrael. Have a nice day.
Azrael: Have a beautiful day!

Beautiful? He asked himself and thought it was lame. Very much so.

Enzalde: That's fine, dear. We always have those moments. Thank that it wasn't Palmira hearing your awkward nervousness.

That afternoon, Teodor called to tell them that they couldn't come and that he would just have Palmira come over in the morning the next day. Azrael was a little disappointed but relieved. He would have to practice what he had to say, have his Nana choose his clothes for him and cover his thick mane of a hair- Palmira may not want to see that thick mane roaring at her. So he did. And it was a bad choice. Enzalde and Azrael are now officially matchy-matchy. The horror. But it was too late. And while he was waiting...





He's had his fun. Well, until Palmira's friend barged into his room.



He stopped immediately. Good thing it wasn't Palmira who came in. But who was she? He didn't remember inviting her. And then he hears Enzalde telling him to be nice to the guests, in his mind that is. Azrael went to greet Palmira outside, and then sees her on her way to the living room. Let the weirdness battle commence.



They were kids, so they played.



They played hard until afternoon. And it was that day that Azrael realized how strong Palmira was. She was definitely stronger than him. For now.



They played until Teodor came to fetch Palmira. He had a blast, forgetting about the other girl that came over. He forgot about Zarall and his dragons. He forgot about Hysteria Witcher. He forgot about their magic and discovered a magic of his own. It was a pleasant day. It was a beautiful day. The thoughts of what happened that day lulled him to a good sleep and even better dreams.

Yep, it was definitely the right time for those better dreams.


At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair
« Reply #6 on: January 31, 2014, 09:47:10 PM »
Aww, he and Palmira are adorable, but I get the feeling happiness won't last. I'm glad to know he has someone to bring him to earth though! :) Two updates in one day to read! Boy it's my lucky day! I really like you're writing, it's very immersive and I can almost hear the characters dialogue in my head. It's very real, I look forward to more updates! :)



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Re: Blood of the Mayfair
« Reply #7 on: February 01, 2014, 04:26:18 AM »
Aww, he and Palmira are adorable, but I get the feeling happiness won't last. I'm glad to know he has someone to bring him to earth though! :) Two updates in one day to read! Boy it's my lucky day! I really like you're writing, it's very immersive and I can almost hear the characters dialogue in my head. It's very real, I look forward to more updates! :)

Aww, yeah. It most probably won't. Just probably  ;)

Thanks! I'm still struggling with so many things, though. It makes me happy that you experience that. Haha.
At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair - Ch5: Rhythm of Love [a sort-of side-story]
« Reply #8 on: February 01, 2014, 06:22:10 AM »
I wasn't sure if you've realized that the titles are lifted from songs. They may or may not be my interpretation of the song and while I'm not exactly promoting them, I just found myself coming up with titles that are similar, so might as well do.

And while we're at it, here's an update! [Updating while I still can]
PS. I apologize for the picture quality.

Happy reading! And of course, thank you.

Rhythm of Love
Falling in love with Plain White T's

Azrael: Nana's red hair is gone. It's longer and black. I asked her about it and she told me she dyed her hair before we moved to Paradiso. I didn't ask why, ended up assuming that's what girls do when they've nothing else to do. Oh right, have I told you we were never long residents of Paradiso? Well, it turns to my attention that we are the first Hawke and Wintergreen to ever set foot to this place, I asked around.
Nana also changed her clothes, maybe to fit in with the locals. I was never comfortable revealing my skinny legs and arms, so yes, I only ever grew out my hair (cut occasionally)  but never my body, so I and wore thick clothes. I don't know, I'm intolerant to the cold, is what I tell them. And we've lived for nine years here (Yes, I'm eleven). Nana looks like this right now, she's been constantly stressed with her work hours, never enough sleep and never had the time to comb her hair. So maybe she forgot to have it dyed back. I don't know.

There are a lot of things you don't know.



Oh, of course I gotta show myself too. I can't have you loving Nana and forgetting about me.

Tada!



Okay I'm done showing off. I gotta go do my homework.
Cai: Yep, off you go, A.

Enzalde was getting busier and did have less time for herself, seeing that she prioritized taking care of Azrael first. Although she did take a break, and attend parties thrown by patients on islands off Paradiso, who wished to give her thanks, while wearing *cough ridiculous costumes. Nobody blames them.



She would always do vaccination clinics in the park.




And read with Azrael- she insists on reading together. It helps prime the mind, she says. And if he doesn't she'll read, anyway. Whenever she had free time and Azrael wasn't there, she would read. One would always find her reading.



But it wasn't until recently that Enzalde started acting weird. She was still Enzalde, but happier. Azrael didn't notice it but she frequently smiled to herself, hum more frequently than she did, and cook breakfast at midnight.




This is all thanks to one guy who requested for a house call: Matteo Torres, a.k.a. Matty.



Enzalde was used to having guys around; her friends in Paradiso were all guys. But it turns out she's not immune to romantic feelings. And I'd say she got infected way too fast. There was something about him that was making her fall.



Something with the way he looked at her.



It didn't take long, it certainly didn't, for them to make it official. It was too fast. But they both thought it was the right thing, even if all they did was kiss and hold hands.




Uhuh. It's playing. It's the rhythm of love. And I'm guessing, it's their synchronized wavelength.



Azrael: Iím done with homework! Whatíve you told them?
Cai: Nothing interesting. Is your Nana home yet?
Azrael: I don't know. You're the imaginary friend around here.

That's right, sweetheart, imaginary friends sure see (and know) things you don't.
At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair- Ch6:Secrets
« Reply #9 on: February 01, 2014, 08:18:28 AM »
I would like to give my apologies for the previous chapter, it lacked content. But it was something essential. I just couldn't make a way around it. Hoho.

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away


Secrets
Itís another story, says OneRepublic

Azrael: Thereís something youíre not telling me, Nan.
Enzalde nearly choked. There really was something she wasn't telling Azrael.
Azrael: So?
Enzalde: What do you mean, "so?", dear?
Azrael: I donít mean disrespect, Nana. Itís just that I feel bad when you donít tell me things.



Enzalde swallowed. She didn't know if it was alright to tell him. She didn't know how heíd react. After all, sheís been hiding her relationship with Matty. Matty was a bad guy. Matty was someone the town didn't want. Matty was misunderstood, whereas she was Miss Wintergreen, Doctor Wintergreen, even Lady Wintergreen to the extremes. She was excessively glorified. This is because this place has more islands than doctors, is what she said once or so.

Enzalde: Well. I don't know where to start. Uhm. Uhh.
Enzalde was stuttering. It bothered Azrael. He didn't expect to have his Nana react like that.
Azrael: Nan, is something wrong? You could just start with telling me about what happened after Zarall confessed his feelings.
Enzalde: Oh, that! she nervously wiped the sweat that threatened to roll down her temple.

Azrael was never one to doubt his Nana. He thought she was just tired and surprised to suddenly bring up the story that was long ago told.

Enzalde: Well, I can't say for sure. It's just that, something happened and he ended up marrying someone else.
Azrael: That's not how your stories end, Nan.
Enzalde: That's what really happened, dear.
Azrael: But you make the stories. You can change them!
Enzalde: Please don't be unreasonable. I can't change a story. It was how it was told, unfortunately.
Azrael: Who told you this story, Nan? I want to meet that person!
Enzalde: That person is dead. This conversation is over. Leave the plate when you're done eating.



Azrael didn't understand why Enzalde was upset. He just wanted to know what happened to Zarall and Hysteria. Why wouldn't they be together until the end? It certainly wasn't how his Nana told her stories.

Azrael: Okay. I'm done. I'm sorry. He wasn't done. He left his plate the way it was before the argument.

Then, he left, looking down. He never raised his head after Enzalde's outburst. It felt unnatural. It wasn't the first time Enzalde got upset but it was the first time she scolded him. She never scolded him despite his unreasonable requests. Maybe his Nana missed her family. Maybe she was getting tired of him. All those questions went on a horrible torrent and he fainted.

Naturally, Enzalde panicked and brought him to bed.

Enzalde: Honey, I'm sorry.
Azrael: You scared me, Nana.
Enzalde: You scared me too. Don't do that again, you hear?
Azrael: I won't. I'll do my best. I'm really sorry.
Enzalde:  It won't happen again, I promise. Enzalde bit her lip.
Azrael: It's okay, Nan. I know you're just tired from work and all, and you still have me to take care of. Sorry.
Enzalde: Don't say that! It certainly isn't like that. I just. Well... Don't apologize, okay?
Azrael: You don't need to explain anything, Nan. It's really okay.

Enzalde kissed Azrael on the forehead. She felt guilty for going off on him for her own fault.

Enzalde: Alright. I owe you the continuation of that story, don't I?
Azrael: Well, yeah. You sure do.
Enzalde: You still kid even if you're sad.
Azrael: If I'm sad while you're sad then nothing good will happen. Therefore we can't be both sad.
Enzalde: Quite the philosopher we have here.
Azrael: Uhuh. That's Azrael Hawke for you.

Enzalde lightened up and smiled at Azrael. Who was she kidding? This kid was meant a thousand more than Matty. Only that she can't let go of Matty just yet.



Azrael: Well, Nan?
Enzalde: Alright, alright. No need to be so impatient.

Enzalde took out an old book. It had no pictures in it. But Azrael believed otherwise. It was a magical book. It told him of what he wanted to know and what she wanted to tell him. It was a family treasure. Of the Wintergreens or of the Hawkes? It was a mystery but it was Enzalde's for safekeeping.



Enzalde: Well. They were happy. They lived together and raised their dragons together. When they had time to fool around, they would go back to the park to celebrate their love. It was a happy thing really.



And when they weren't together, they would practice their magic and broom riding. Zarall focused more on his magic, he thought it best that he trains more so he could protect Hysteria.



Whereas Hysteria would be on her broom to play. Zarall was easy to forgive her playful nature.

Azrael: Won't they have kids?
Enzalde: Well. They wouldn't have the chance to.
Azrael: Why not, Nan?
Enzalde: Because. Well.

Enzalde continued the story. And by the end of it, Azrael regretted that he ever asked for what he did.

It lasted around half a century or so. And they would always go to that park. But the thing was, word was being told, that Zarall was crazy. He would laugh at the air alone, sometimes appear to hold someone's hand. They didn't mind it. They thought it was just him being him, for all those years of solitude. Some thought he could see what they couldn't.

Azrael: Like ghosts?
Enzalde: No, honey. Ghosts were registered citizens there.
Azrael: Woah! That's cool, Nan. And by the way, I know how much a century is now.

Enzalde winks at him and pinches his cheeks.

Enzalde: Of course, you do.

They let him be, running around town like a madman. But what bothered them was when they got news that someone saw him kissing the air in the park.



It upset the covenant. They couldn't have a powerful wizard lose his mind. Guess what they did?

Azrael: They killed him but they couldn't because he was so great!
Enzalde: Well, that could have been but no. They sent a Mayfair to marry Zarall.
Azrael: What's a Mayfair, Nan?
Enzalde: It was an order of witches.
Azrael: Why is it called Mayfair?
Enzalde: In honor of the great Mayfair Witch.
Azrael: Where is she?
Enzalde: Nobody knows.
Azrael: Is she beautiful?
Enzalde: He wouldn't know, dear. They took his eyes out.
Azrael: That's horrible, Nan! That's inhuman!
Enzalde: They weren't strictly humans. And it was common practice. Don't worry, you'll get arrested first if you're to be caught nowadays.
Azrael: Still.

Azrael couldn't get the image out of his mind. Disturbing, he thought. Why would they do that? And why would Zarall allow them?

Enzalde: Dear, Zarall was rational. If that's how it was then he accepted it.
Azrael: That Hysteria wasn't real? That can't be. I can't accept it!
Enzalde: There, there.
Azrael: So, that's the end of it?
Enzalde: No, but it's late and you have to go to bed. I'll tell you more okay? For now just go to bed.
Azrael: Okay, Nana. I love you.
Enzalde: I love you more, sweet pea.

That night, Enzalde had a dream. It wasn't the most pleasant dream but it was one that she waited for. When she woke up, she woke up with a resolution.



Secrets. There should be no secrets and she was late to realize that. Secrets will destroy them.
At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair
« Reply #10 on: February 01, 2014, 12:41:53 PM »
I don't feel that last chapter lacked in substance at all! I loved finding out Enzalde's romances... and I did notice the titles! They actually fit really well and don't seem very out of place, it makes for some very fitting chapters.
Anyways, I wonder why Enzalde holds back from telling Azrael about her romance? Does she plan on making it a fling? I guess they're running from someone, but I just wonder who, or why...
I can't wait to read more though! I have so many questions I want answered!

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair
« Reply #11 on: February 01, 2014, 07:03:10 PM »
I don't feel that last chapter lacked in substance at all! I loved finding out Enzalde's romances... and I did notice the titles! They actually fit really well and don't seem very out of place, it makes for some very fitting chapters.
Anyways, I wonder why Enzalde holds back from telling Azrael about her romance? Does she plan on making it a fling? I guess they're running from someone, but I just wonder who, or why...
I can't wait to read more though! I have so many questions I want answered!



Enzalde: Livvie, Livvie. Curious, aren't we? It's not a fling. It's just that I don't think Azrael is ready to know that he's not the only special guy in my life. You know how kids can  be when you dote on them.

A teaser. This will be part of the next chapter. Also, I can't wait to upload more. It's just that the real world is calling me, mercilessly. Thank you for your support! Yeah, I see myself thanking you everytime you post something. Haha.
At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair- Ch7: Plans
« Reply #12 on: February 02, 2014, 01:54:01 AM »
Wake up dreamer
It's happening without you


Plans
We're all scared of the future, isn't that right, Bloc Party?

Enzalde: Dear, your council can resume later. The king has to eat, no?
Azrael: The King does not eat, Lady Enzalde. The King must make sure that the people receive their dues!
Enzalde: I made your favorite.
Azrael: Oh, boy. Fruit parfait?
Enzalde: What? Wasn't it apple pancakes?
Azrael: Boo!
Enzalde: Kidding. Come on down and eat.
Azrael: This is why sometimes I doubt if you actually love me.
Enzalde: Didn't you know? Girls tease the guy they like the most.
Azrael: Boys, Nan. Boys tease.
Enzalde: Not on my watch.



Enzalde was thinking of telling Azrael about Matty. He deserved to know if there was someone in her life. After all, Azrael was... Azrael was..

Azrael: Nan, your thoughts are unguarded.
Enzalde: Since when have you learned to read my thoughts?
Azrael: I didn't. They're just lying out in the open. And you're making faces. You don't make faces, Nan.
Enzalde: Is that so?
Azrael: Yep, but I'm not telling how much I know until you tell me first yourself.
Enzalde: Caught, aren't I? Well, I'm going out with Matteo Torres and it's serious.

Azrael laughed and choked.

Azrael: You were always serious about everything, Nan. And if you like him enough, it's okay with me, so long as he doesn't make you stay out past curfew.

Really, A, curfew?

Enzalde: So, how much do you know?
Azrael: I know nothing. Except that you were acting nervous yesterday. Now I know why.
Enzalde: Sly. I wonder where you got that from?
Azrael: Adults.

They both cracked up and Azrael was first to break the laughter.

Azrael: I'd like him to come over for dinner, Nan.
Enzalde: Now, why would you?
Azrael: I want to meet him. That's all.
Enzalde: Reasonable enough to me. Thanks for being more of an adult in the matter.

Okay, Nan, Azrael thought. He was going to measure Matteo Torres' worth for his Nana. His clothes matter, his speech, his hair, his face, his conduct. But what matters the most is how he treats his Nana. He wants to know if the guy's worth the best girl in the world, to whom Palmira ranks second.



When they were done, they left for work and school separately. Enzalde insisted on Azrael taking the school bus so he can spend time with his friends. But the problem was, nobody took the bus to school since he dares remember. He had always wanted to be take the front seat of the car beside Enzalde, but he never told her about it. He doesn't want his Nana to think of him as demanding, when he was.



When he got to school, he got off the bus and ran so he could catch up with Palmira. Sweet, sweet Palmira.




Azrael: Are you there?
Cai: I am. What are you up to?
Azrael: I broke my promise.
Cai: Go on.
Azrael: I wasn't able to invite her over everyday nor make her cookies and all those things I told myself and you I'd make her.
Cai: It's up to you whether you can forgive yourself or not. And I think you're too young to do any of those things.
Azrael: That's not what you told me then.
Cai: That was then. Wait until it's the right time. You can do that, can't you?
Azrael: I can.

And with that he finally stepped inside. When classes were over, he ran to Palmira to invite her over to play. The little girl said yes. Azrael just couldn't wait.



Palmira: Hey, A, I gotta go now.
Azrael: Why are you calling me A?
Palmira: Azrael is too long.
Azrael: So is Palmira.
Palmira: My name is easier to say, isn't it?

She was right. But if she were to call him A, he'd have to call her something else, too.

Azrael: Fine. But you'll be Myrrh.
Palmira: Why must you come up with a weird name?
Azrael: I'm the one who'll be putting effort calling you that.
Palmira: Suit yourself.

Was this an argument?

Azrael: Sorry?
Palmira: I didn't say I hate it. Anyway, I gotta go. Thanks.
Azrael: Bye. Say hi to Uncle Theo.
Palmira: To Nana, too. I don't get to see her anymore.
Will do, he thought. He went inside and grabbed the phone. Matty's coming over for dinner and he laid out plans for him.

Evening came and the dark slowly enveloped the sky. It was full moon and he liked full moons.

Enzalde: Sweet pea, can you get the door please?



It was Matty. He's earlier than he should be, or at least expected him to.

Azrael: It's Mr. Torres, Nan.
Enzalde: Well, why don't you two boys hang out for a while?

Enzalde, Enzalde, you trust your two boys will like each other? They ate and it was awkward. Azrael was fidgeting. Enzalde was laughing nervously. Matteo, well Matteo just sat there and choked at his food whenever he can. The one Azrael was waiting for was late and he didn't like that. Matteo doesn't like him, so he doesn't like Matteo. Okay, so he decided to play a little prank on Matteo, but so what? He was a kid. Kids are forgiven. It was a win-win situation.



He was about to give up when the door bell rang. This should be him.
Just you wait, Matteo Torres. You've not made the cut just yet, he thought and smirked.

It was Chase. Chase Easter came over for dinner.



Azrael: Nana, I forgot to tell you that I invited Mr. Easter for dinner.
Enzalde wondered why, but it was Azrael's guest. She was okay with that.
Chase: Good evening, Miss Wintergreen. I'm sorry I'm late, chum. He turned to Azrael.
Azrael: So long as you're here, Mr. Easter. He sounds so excited.
Enzalde: If I may ask, where did you two young men meet?
Azrael: Hospital. When I went there for vaccination and someone suddenly asked you to the ward.
Chase: I saw him wandering around. He was lost.
Azrael butt in, he just had to say it: Isn't she lovely! It certainly wasn't a question.
Chase: Very lovely, indeed, chum.
Enzalde: Flatterers.

Enzalde still wasn't comfortable with Chase Easter. She knew almost everyone in town and Chase Easter was an unfamiliar face.



Chase: Oh right, we moved here last week. I'm the new intern at the hospital, Miss Wintergreen.
Enzalde: Oh, that's why. Who's supervising you, then?
Chase: Doctor Han. Everyone only has good words for you, I must say.
Azrael was pleased- the guy was an honest flatterer.
Enzalde: That's good to hear. Doctors here are rather scarce.
Chase: So I heard. That's why we moved here.
Azrael was giddy. His Nana seems to have forgotten about Matty. Or so he thought.

Enzalde: Dear, leaving our guest to starve makes us poor hosts, doesn't it?
Azrael: Oh, right. Come on, Mr. Easter. Azrael grabbed Chase's arm and ran to the table and Enzalde followed.
Enzalde: No running inside the house, dear.

Too late, Enzalde. Too late.



Azrael liked Chase Easter. He was a dork but he was cool. He plays tag with Azrael whereas Matteo refuses to. He had so much fun he forgot what he wanted Chase here for.



Whereas Enzalde and Matteo disappeared with Matteo thinking,
This is what you call a party, a mischievous smile crept to his face. Poor Azrael who has no idea what happened. But it sure was a beautiful night.
At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair- Ch8: Questions
« Reply #13 on: February 02, 2014, 04:59:12 AM »
Hello, loves! This is a relatively short chapter, and probably my last upload for the week, as I (dream of acing) an upcoming exam. Or not. Enjoy reading! Do you enjoy or not enjoy? That is the question. And the answer I do not know. I wouldn't know. And that makes me sad. Haha.

It's a lonely road out there we're all just waiting
For these answers that may never come our way
So we hold on to each other
Hoping to find what's missing
A million more questions by the end of the day


Questions
And a lot more by the next day, Bamboo

Throughout childhood, Azrael hated Matteo- the guy was a junkie and only ever mocked him. But he could have let it pass if he cherished his Nana, but the guy didn't. He passed her over and cared less and less, only returning calls whenever he pleases and even leaving his Nan waiting in the cold winter for hours, only to not show up. Enzalde cut her hair short after that and stayed depressed all week long. He was devastated. And he was heartbroken for her, but adult matters were not something he could put in his hands. It was clear to him that the guy didn't deserve his Nana, making him put a big "X mark" on his face. He just wasn't worth the time, the glance, nor the respect to be called by his name. So, Matteo became just "the guy" to him. He was sad that he could no longer put a smile to Enzalde's face. She changed. That guy changed her. And he couldn't wait to grow up to settle scores with that guy.



That guy. He would sometimes clench his fist in anger.

Enzalde would cage herself in her room after she prepared meals but that night, Enzalde never got out of her room, not even to meet him. He waited and waited and he got worried. He decided to see his Nana in her room but she wasn't there. What he found, though, petrified him.



It was a painting of two women who looked ghastly, and out for revenge. It terrified him but it also made him remember his Nana's story of the witches and wizards and dragons. Should he leave? But she never told him stories anymore.

He suddenly nauseous and almost fainted. He felt a chill touching him and a heavy feeling envelope him.



He was afraid but his resolve made him stay and look for the books Enzalde reads to him. He will have to finish the story himself. He misses Enzalde. But that was for later. He got up and and went to find whatever he had to. Browsing the books, a voice called to him, led him to an old book, which he grabbed immediately.



The book read, Chronicles of the Witch: Secret of the Hawkes.
Secret of the Hawkes? He was intrigued. There were things his Nana wasn't telling him, and he'd find out in this book. But the book only had blank pages. And what was this about a witch? Will Enzalde tell him what this book was? He wasn't  sure. But with the way she is now, he won't be able to get any answer. That guy, the thought makes him angry. He had wanted Chase Easter for her- cheerful, funny and honorable Chase Easter. But he was married and with a daughter around his age. He didn't want to destroy a family for his personal goals, even if it meant saving his Nana.



He slowly, one by one, scanned through the pages in hopes of finding something, but he found nothing. It was hopeless. There really was nothing in that book. He went to see the others, but there was no voice to tell him which book to see. Why was there a voice in the first place? But any time and Enzalde could be home. He couldn't risk it so he closed his eyes and breathed.


Azrael: You're there aren't you?
Cai: I'm always here.
Azrael: You're not going to help me figure this out?
Cai: Why do you think things happen?
Azrael: Because people want them to happen.
Cai: No. Not always. Your Nana needs you now. She needs you the most now.
Azrael: She doesn't talk to me. She rarely.
Cai: She's just sad. That's all.  You're the best thing there is for her. You should know that.
Azrael: I can't compete with a grown man who can give her things that I can't.
Cai: You're not him. Do what you can as you are. You always made her smile, didn't you?
Azrael: I used to. His answer fell to a whisper and refused to speak thereafter. I used to.

He got up to replace the book on the shelf but it fell and opened to a page. Written was a signature, Raziel Hawke, he gasped.

Raziel Hawke was his grandfather.



To that, she smiles.
At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair
« Reply #14 on: February 02, 2014, 10:41:19 AM »
Woah, woah, things just got really intense.
Also, Matteo should go down, and quickly.
Your updates are really immersing, I got sucked in very quickly. I want to know what happens next! Though do take your time and make sure you do well on your exam, as real life must always come first.

Anyways, I must go ponder the meaning of the blank book with his grandfather's name in it.

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair
« Reply #15 on: February 04, 2014, 06:04:49 AM »
Woah, woah, things just got really intense.
Also, Matteo should go down, and quickly.
Your updates are really immersing, I got sucked in very quickly. I want to know what happens next! Though do take your time and make sure you do well on your exam, as real life must always come first.

Anyways, I must go ponder the meaning of the blank book with his grandfather's name in it.

Medchem totally sucked my soul out but it won't stop me from updating! What are your thoughts, exactly? I hope nothing quite the same as what I have in mind. Not yet anyway.  ;D And regarding Matteo. I never really had use for him until you asked. I had that "Eureka!" moment. Haha.

Also, this title has more than one meaning to me, and I hope we meet halfway. Enjoy!

Chapter Prelude:

Azrael's been sneaking into Enzalde's room and he's been at it for weeks, with his guilt and his conscience gnawing at him. What will Nana think if she found out? He knows, she'll be disappointed. But I'm doing this for her, he would convince himself.

That wasn't really the case- he was starting to doubt Enzalde.

Who is Enzalde Wintergreen? he would force himself to sleep to rid of this thought.
He loves her, no doubt about that, but so many what if's attack him:

What if there were more things that she hasn't been honest with?
What if she's not really Nana?
What if.
What if she never really loved me?
What if all of it was a lie?
What if that guy never laid eyes on Nana?

He wished that in his mission of finding out about that book, he'll get to save Enzalde, that...
I'll find a away to bring Nana back to being Nana, that this was a dream, that she never lied about anything. That she was never hurt.
It was selfish, but it felt natural. Yeah, that's how things should be; should have always.

But what if this was all just a fruit of paranoia and misunderstanding?

He was too hurt and too confused to ask himself that.


And know that if I knew
All of the answers I would
Not hold them from you'd
Know all the things that i'd know
We told each other, there is no other way


No Other Way
Loving Jack Johnson more.

Azrael quit his after-school activities so he could save more time for his investigation, as he would bitterly call it. And boy, he was having fun rummaging her shelf. It gave him alien thrill and excitement. Still, he found nothing but a bunch of research journals and medical books. Was this really all that she had in there? He can't find the old book either. Maybe it was just his imagination, he was tired and depressed after all, when he had supposedly found that mysterious book, even having a voice lead him to it.

But I've put in so much effort already.

And I've already started to doubt Nana too.

I can't go back to pretending that nothing happened.

I need proof.

He needed consolation.

It was just him and Thujane now.



But whatever he did, it wasn't enough. He couldn't find anything. Maybe it was time to take a break? He won't drop this; he can't. He just needed to rest. So rest he did and thought that it was the best time to do what he promised as a love-struck toddler.

He baked.



He practised making toys.



He baked some more and raised money he needed for the toys.



But he can't be irresponsible and abandon his people. So he would still call his council together.



He would invite Palmira over to play, or do homework. But she knew nothing; Palmira will never understand.



It was just sad that Enzalde wasn't there to watch him anymore.

It went on for weeks.



And a few days.



He was sort of happy, but he needed to get back to work. And he found something even more confusing:


Mother,
The child died in my womb.
My lovely child died.
I hope he meets the twins and finds happiness.
Needing you,
A.H.

A.H.? He was A.H. but he never wrote a letter. And he doesn't have a womb. Is it Nana? Nana isn't A.H. Unless she lied about that too. Should he keep the letter to let her know that he knows about the lies? Should he leave it there and find out more later? It was hurting his head. He was having another of those attacks.

I need Nana. I need Nana.

He cries and calls Enzalde in pain. How he misses her and wishes she was right there. He didn't care that he'll get found out. He needed his Nana.

Please come, Nana. I need you now.

He cries. And the world closes around him.



He hears a hum. It was a beautiful and peaceful hum. A song? It was a familiar hum. Azrael opens his eyes and see Enzalde sitting beside him against the gray of the evening.




Azrael: Nana. He smiles.

And his eyes started to well up.

Enzalde: Sweet pea. You found things, haven't you?
Azrael: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I wanted to see you that one time but you weren't there. I, I -
Enzalde: Hush, dear. You don't have to explain anything. It's my fault, entirely my fault.
Azrael: I was sad that you were sad.
Enzalde: I won't be sad anymore. I'm sorry I made you feel that way.
Azrael: But that guy-
Enzalde: That guy, is the least of your concern for now, honey.

She moved closer and hugged Azrael. It was warm. Azrael missed that warmth.

Azrael: I won't mind if you read my mind now.
Enzalde: I won't. I'd rather you tell me, if that's alright with you.
Azrael: Maybe when I'm older. He smuggled a little smile.
Enzalde: Well, it is your birthday soon.
Azrael: Uhuh.
Enzalde: I'm sure you wouldn't want me hugging you, then. Or pinching your cheeks. Or anything that I used to do.
Azrael: Nothing will change, Nan.
Enzalde: Well. I'm not sure, dear. You'll probably start to like weird music and skip school. Or maybe throw eggs at the neighbor. I don't know. Enzalde shrugs and returned a smile.
Azrael: Maybe. I can't promise I won't be a stud and have girls hounding me.
Enzalde: Really? What will Palmira say?
Azrael: We'll see.
Enzalde: We'll see. Let's have that party I promised you.

Enzalde gathered herself and stood up,



Azrael: Nan.
Enzalde: Yes, dear?
Azrael: I love you.
Enzalde: I love you more. Always will.

Azrael went to bed with a smile on his face.

At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair
« Reply #16 on: February 04, 2014, 11:19:40 AM »
Honestly I don't really know what I was thinking, for a second I thought it was a bit like Rapunzel where Azrael had been taken by Enzalde as an infant and she raised him instead of his family but to be honest that doesn't make much sense now as nothing else has played out. I'm honestly not really sure but I'm really, really curious as to where Enzalde had gone and why she's suddenly back and happy and normal.
Oh, and don't even get me started on A.H.
Because Azrael is a boy. He's had no babies and nor can he have any in the way described in that note.
This is really, really good. I'm hooked and I really want to know more. Oh, and Azrael's teen days are coming, that should be interesting too...

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair
« Reply #17 on: February 05, 2014, 03:28:22 AM »
Honestly I don't really know what I was thinking, for a second I thought it was a bit like Rapunzel where Azrael had been taken by Enzalde as an infant and she raised him instead of his family but to be honest that doesn't make much sense now as nothing else has played out. I'm honestly not really sure but I'm really, really curious as to where Enzalde had gone and why she's suddenly back and happy and normal.
Oh, and don't even get me started on A.H.
Because Azrael is a boy. He's had no babies and nor can he have any in the way described in that note.
This is really, really good. I'm hooked and I really want to know more. Oh, and Azrael's teen days are coming, that should be interesting too...

I actually laughed when I reread the part about the womb, but I couldn't have stated it otherwise and I'm the type to spoil things but I can't do that here. I feel so agitated. Haha. *Raises arms in the air and disappears.
At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair
« Reply #18 on: February 08, 2014, 06:19:55 AM »
As I'm currently in the process of screening my shots, I present to you, a new character! Though old, in a sense. Just his first appearance. Do tell me what you think of him? He sort of reminds me of someone, though I can't point out who.



You can probably guess who he is, too.

:D
At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair
« Reply #19 on: February 08, 2014, 01:59:57 PM »
Hmmm, he really looks familiar to me. I want to say Alfonso Alto, but I could be very wrong on that. I'm stumped.
I can't wait to read the next chapter though! :)

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair- Ch10: Story of my Life
« Reply #20 on: February 08, 2014, 08:23:22 PM »
I would just like to say that I really enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you guys would enjoy reading it!

I gonna write the melody
That's gonna make history,
And when I paint my masterpiece I swear I'll show you first
There just ain't a way to see who and why or what will be
Till now is then
It's a mystery, it's a blessing and a curse
Or something worse


Story of my Life
Yesterday's a memory
Another page in history,
don't you just want to agree
with Bon Jovi?





Whenever he dreamed, it rained hard- like a thousand screaming souls in pain. But Azrael wouldn't know that. He always had the sweetest slumber. It was the eve of his birthday and the Mistress sent him a dream. It was the same ominous night but this time, she hopes Azrael remembers it, because Azrael forgets his dreams. He was dreaming about castles and dragons and Palmira as the princess who fought along with him. Heck, Palmira was too strong to just wait around and wait for a prince to save her. But it dissipated, blurred to nothing and replaced by an image of a man.



Raziel Hawke. The one man he has never met but remembers. The man whose photos he has never seen but nonetheless recognizes. Raziel Hawke, the rumored gentleman of the Hawke Family who wrote that book, and his grandfather.



The images came in frenzy. It was a torrent of events he could have not witnessed. But he was experiencing it now, as the observer, as the grandson who idolized his grandfather and followed him around everywhere. Only that he couldn't say anything.

In his dream, Azrael woke up. But he wasn't in his room and it seems that nobody can see him. He wandered around and saw his grandfather looking at a painting.
Were those ghosts? He asked himself and he was excited.



His grandfather left, after uttering a few whispers to the painting.
  Was he talking to them, the two ghosts in the painting? Was he crazy? He never met his grandfather, he wouldn't know. He followed him to the library and sensed his grandfather's apprehension. What was he up to? But he wouldn't know. He waited for his grandfather to get inside, but instead, he took a step back and walked away.



He walked towards the direction of an alley. When he emerged, his pace started to quicken to a run. He was cautious, quiet in his every step.
Did he always do this? Azrael was intrigued. He followed him to a place he couldn't name. Was it a park? His grandfather was inching among the bushes. That was weird. Anybody would make a noise moving around the bushes. But it was his grandfather, and his grandfather was always shrouded with mysteries.



And his grandfather slowed down. He didn't know where they were, or what his grandfather was going to do. But he sure liked to have one of those horses.



This isn't what you're here for, he tells himself. So, he forgot about the horses and followed his grandfather more closely. His saw The Eye. Magic? He watched too many an anime, thanks to Tony. Yu-Gi-Oh? He didn't know what the symbol truly meant.



He followed his grandfather in. And he was glad he did. His grandfather provided answers to questions he never even asked himself. That place was a sanctuary of all occult. He was pleased. Will Nana believe me if I told her things? His grandfather was leaving. Maybe he was going home, Better follow him, he thought.

At his grandfather's house, he lounged around. He couldn't see me, that made him jump for joy, but also sad. He wanted his grandfather to see him. It was his dream, he can do whatever he wanted. But he couldn't and he didn't like that. His trail of thought broke when he heard a deep, resonating laugh. He ran to see what it was. His grandfather was talking to a mirror. What were they talking about? It was a language he couldn't understand. It sounded old and dead. Latin? His teacher told him Latin was a dead language, and it was definitely how it sounded.



Apparently, his grandfather was a very busy man. How did he sleep? When did he sleep? Technology students don't sleep, he heard one of the adults say. He didn't like that, he liked sleep. His grandfather was like a Technology student. It turns out, his grandfather was the type to rummage through other people's things. It made him guilty about what he did with his Nana's. He won't do it again. He was screaming at his grandfather, You'll get caught! You'll get caught! Well, he didn't get caught.



He just proceeded nosing around someone else's mails.




Grandfather is a very busy man. He remembers him being referred to as a gentleman. Was this what it meant to be a gentleman? He certainly didn't like the idea of it. He went on criticizing and weighing the true meaning of a gentleman and what his grandfather was. But he got distracted. His grandfather started to fly across a river. No. It was deeper and wider than a river.



He found out that even if it was his dream, he couldn't fly. He left his Pegasus in his real room.
I'll just wait for grandfather at his house then. But he couldn't not be tempted to look for that book. So try he did but found nothing. Didn't he write it yet? It was making him frustrated. Here he thought he could have answers to his questions. Fine, Nana promised to tell me after my birthday. Though he did find some pieces of paper with profiles of the occult his grandfather met. His grandfather was a very good writer. He could vividly imagine them with just reading their profiles.



He read through some notes at the back of the profiles. Witch. She claims to be a Mayfair. Note to self: Find out mark of Mayfair.

He gasped,
The Mayfair witches were real! No, they are real.

He found another, ran through the profile and imagined their meeting. They shook hands under the rain. They didn't mind the rain? He was puzzled. He banished the thought and looked for the notes at the back.



Another M. Find the mark. Could there really be no mark?

What was this mark grandfather was talking about? He put the pieces of paper back in the book. He didn't bother read it. It was too thick and old. He might damage it and ruin his dream.



Too late. His dream ended. The last thing he saw was his grandfather promising to what appears to be his child.




We will get out of here. I promise you, no one will find you.
At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair:Chapter 11- Happy Birthday
« Reply #21 on: February 08, 2014, 10:35:22 PM »
Happy Birthday
There's nothing to explain.

Azrael woke up. And he woke up with a bad stomach. What happened last night? He starts to remember something. And then, nothing. I'll think about that later. He has nature calling. What a present. He told himself.



An accident happened in the bathroom. He wanted to cry.



The day started well. Until a few things happened.












It was a good thing that Enzalde had the day off. Talk about timing.



And while Enzalde almost died from worry and fear, Azrael forgot about it so easily. He went to play in the bath like nothing happened.  A little accident won't stop him from celebrating his birthday. Wonder where he got all that confidence from?



Enzalde changed her clothes. That piece will always remind her of the bad thing that happened. She called and invited Azrael's friends. She didn't forget to invite the Medinas, too. And although she knew he'd mind, she invited Matteo. Matteo was important to her as Azrael was. Chase Easter was already there, playing video games with Azrael. She was still uncomfortable having the man around. She got rid of the thought and called for a mixologist to cater to the adults. Azrael's friends were mostly adults. Even Tony already grew up.



By the time afternoon arrived, the place was set. They had Easter help them out. He was a guest, but he insisted on it.




Tony was the first to arrive. And someone he vaguely remembers. Ariel? Was it Miss Walsh? Was that a dog? He couldn't help it. Sometimes his eyesight fails him.



By the time he was to blow his candles, the snow started to fall. It was Paradiso. Why did it snow in Paradiso? He was looking for the imaginary friend who always has answers to his questions, and almost always refuses to.


Azrael: And Miss Walsh or something couldn't wait, that she started eating the muffins I made for Palmira.
Cai: It's your birthday, A. You don't expect anything from her?
Azrael: Nope. I just want her to come.

Everyone started to gather and sing him "Happy Birthday." Enzalde was the happiest.



Well, everybody but Miss Walsh-something.



And Palmira wasn't in that crowd. He wanted to wait for her, but everybody was waiting. He blew his candles with his heart broken.


He planned to bum and lament all night when she came. She was late but she came. And she didn't age up just yet.
Why? He had to wait yet again.



The three sat together. They were best friends, but the burger was standing in their way of eating properly and chatting. So, they ate in silence. Chatted afterwards and goofed around. But it was getting late, and the kids had to go home; not after Palmira greets him, though.


Palmira: Hey, A. You'll be the one waiting on me now. Happy birthday! She smiled and ran.



Matteo didn't. He was an adult. But he lobbied in the new bar the mixologist requested. The old bar is too small for me, Azrael remembers she saying to Enzalde.

He's staring. Azrael bit his lip. He didn't like that at all. But he was no longer a kid, and remembered what he used to say to his Nana while playing king, He'll get his due, alright. He'll get his due. He chose to set that aside and let the night proceed as it had to. He went inside and left the guy alone, dismissed the mixologist-whose-name-he-doesn't-bother-ask and observed from the window.



And when everybody left, Enzalde gave Azrael keys. They were going to drive in the deep of winter. And it thrilled them both.



They drove over to a bar to drink water. Azrael was getting thirsty. Who gets thirsty in winter? I do, he was amused. So does Nan. He starts to remember something.  Something about grandfather? Neh. He brushed off the idea.

At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair:Chapter 12- Warning
« Reply #22 on: February 09, 2014, 01:02:49 AM »
This is probably the last update as of today. And if this causes confusion, don't hesitate to ask. Hoho.

Warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
This is a public service announcement, this is only a test


Warning
You've been advised by Green Day

In a different place, far from Paradiso, the rain poured. It was time for another dream.



It was the same dream he had as a child. He doesn't remember much from it, but it was familiar. The images flashed back. It was just a dream but it made him dizzy. He saw his grandfather again.
He seems happy. He bet it was a girl. A Hawke won't go around smelling flowers for the sake of it, unless it's research, or something. Whatever it was, it's certainly a girl, is what he thought. Grandfather was smiling funny. No questions about that. He mused a little and followed him around. I'm going to meet granny! He got excited. He didn't know how his grandmother looked like. There were no photos. And now it was weird to him that he knows how his grandfather looked like when there weren't photos, either. It was weirder that he was having this kind of dream.



His grandfather did a lot of things, except meet with his grandmother. He got distracted and saw a ghost. It wasn't just a ghost.



He lost his grandfather.
Where to go? He went to the museum, wondering how and what old art look liked, and saw his grandfather there, snooping around.



Raziel Hawke was a wizard, but didn't care. He pursued his passion for knowledge and investigation. He wrote about the others he met. It was only about that until he read about the Mayfairs. The Mayfair had enigma. Not much was written about them and he wanted to be the first to find out. He didn't care about the power, as he had received no training in it. His parents died in a fire and he's been alone for as long as he can remember. Azrael doesn't know that. And he still doesn't realize that he was a wizard himself. He had fun with the broom, but he'd seen that you didn't have to be a witch or a wizard to ride that thing. It was automated.

He left his grandfather alone and explored the place.
What was the name of this place? He went to look for a sign, or hear people say it. But he found himself in his grandfather's house. His house? Well, I guess this is how it works in dreams. You know things you don't. He shrugged and went inside.

He saw the book again but doesn't seem to remember anything from it.
This is vaguely familiar.



He opened the book and pieces of paper fell from it. He automatically looked at the back of the paper.

The Goodfellows know something. They're not telling me. Find the mark.



The mark. he uttered. He was remembering. The Mayfairs! This is it! This is about the Mayfairs Nana used to tell me about. He was thrilled. It didn't matter that he was a teen or that Tony would probably laugh at him if he told him. This was something big. This could be something that people from Paradiso never heard about, or choose to ignore and label as fiction.

Azrael went to scan the pages of the book. It was a journal. He sees a series of pages dedicated to Zarall.
Why is Zarall here? He was starting to wonder if the stories his Nana told him were really just stories. But this was a dream. Anything can happen in a dream. He wanted to find out more, but his grandfather was home, and with a woman. Granny? He was starting to smell romance happening and he didn't like it. I'll leave as soon as I find the need to, he tells himself.

Well, they were sweet, though, not disgustingly sweet.





He didn't plan to leave just yet, but then his grandfather glanced to his direction and gave him a face that seemed like: You don't want to see what happens next. So he hurried and left.

What was that? It was like he saw me! Azrael exclaimed in disbelief. Crazy!



I'll get back later, I guess. But as he walked around the town, he noticed that it was changing. Time? Time was passing. He needed to go back to the house!

When he got there, he saw his grandfather sleeping, his grandmother looking down at him. It was suspicious but he dismissed it.



It looked to him that his grandfather was growing weaker by the day, and that his grandmother was pregnant. Time was running fast. The images just keep flashing at him.



He was right, his grandfather was getting weaker. And he didn't know why. He was seeing the days pass and scenes unfold. It bothered him that his granny had someone come over. He found out that her name was Beatrice Crumplebottom. Fishy. Even her name shouts suspicious and tragic.

They were whispering in the bed room. Why was this woman in the bedroom? They smiled and laughed and chatted.



Until Beatrice said what she did.
Beatrice: Shannan, It's good to know that you're doing your task.

Granny's name is Shannan? He only wondered now why he only knew his grandfather's name, and his father's name. He has no memories of the women in the Hawke Family.

Shannan: I'm not happy doing this.
Beatrice: Who signed up for this? Beatrice's voice was growing angry.
Shannan: I love him.
Beatrice: Nobody told you to fall in love.
Shannan: What did you expect me to do? Did you have a good look at him? He's handsome and everything you would want in a man!
Beatrice: You are a Mayfair! And Mayfairs do what they have to!

She almost yelled. It was a hushed but angry voice. Grandfather was outside, writing away. He believed whatever excuse they gave him for talking inside their room. She left, as soon as the conversation was over. With a triumphant smile. She got to say what she wanted to say.



Shannan gave up and let Beatrice win the argument. But she had wanted to be Mayfair for as long as she can remember and this was the one chance they gave her. The Hawkes. Get into their bloodline and you'll be granted. She could hear the elders chant in her head. This is your mantra. Know what you are to do and who you're doing this for. Their voices kept haunting her for that brief moment. And by the time it was over, she wanted to cry.



The days kept going on fast forward and Azrael can do nothing about it. He only watched and followed Shannan whenever he could. He was worried, though, if Shannan could see him, too. But did Raziel really see him, then?

He followed her to a desolate place. It was raining and magic was spurring.
What was that? A unicorn. Shannan was trying to get help from a unicorn. Azrael couldn't comprehend what happened there, nor could he understand what they were saying. This dream is causing me more confusion than the lies Nan told me.



Another fast forward. He was getting dizzy. He can't have one of those attacks in a dream. He can't possibly, but he was becoming frightened. Is this really just a dream?

Raziel lay dead on the floor.



Shannan: This is your fault, she uttered with sadness and contempt.

Whose fault?

As Raziel lay and devoured by death, Shannan left. And she left the baby there. Lying and crying to her. Or to his dying father.



What is this I'm seeing? Grandfather couldn't have.

He died. And didn't. Now he knew what Shannan was after.



Azrael could hear his grandfather shouting in pain. Dying is painful. But being brought back is a thousand times more.



Raziel hurried to his son.

Raziel: Don't worry. I will protect you. You will be Abaddon, he pursed his lips. And you will destroy them.

Shannan's love was real, and Raziel knew that. But what drove her to this love was the cause of his death. The Mayfairs did this. Even Zarall. Zarall died and nobody knew why. Now he knew. Now he knew how he died.



Shannan went to the old abandoned mansion. Like other nights, it rained. It was the night of lament and mourning, and that night, Shannan died and nobody found out. Nobody saw her. Nobody knew that she died except Raziel. He felt her presence disappear. He cried for the death of the woman he loved. He cried for seeing but waiting for this to happen. He cried for everything he chose to do. But it was over. It was painful that she had chosen to abandon the child. It was their child. But had she taken him to them, he will die. The child would've died.

She loved me, but she was selfish.



That night, the whole world cried with him.

At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair: Chapter 12- Warning
« Reply #23 on: February 09, 2014, 02:09:45 AM »
Three chapters! Ohmygosh! What a treat! I'm completely in love with this story, I can't believe it, so there's the name - the Mayfairs. Ok, so things are starting to make sense, I feel bad for Azrael's father! My goodness! Some kind of love she had! This is amazing! I really can't wait to read more, I want to know if they are still running from the Mayfairs, or if maybe Azrael was KIDNAPPED by the Mayfairs and they're on the run with him... oh it's opened so many doors of possibility in my mind. I'm hooked on your story, it's like a good book that I don't want to put down. The screenshots are excellent and tell the story well.

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair: Chapter 12- Warning
« Reply #24 on: February 09, 2014, 02:42:27 AM »
Three chapters! Ohmygosh! What a treat! I'm completely in love with this story, I can't believe it, so there's the name - the Mayfairs. Ok, so things are starting to make sense, I feel bad for Azrael's father! My goodness! Some kind of love she had! This is amazing! I really can't wait to read more, I want to know if they are still running from the Mayfairs, or if maybe Azrael was KIDNAPPED by the Mayfairs and they're on the run with him... oh it's opened so many doors of possibility in my mind. I'm hooked on your story, it's like a good book that I don't want to put down. The screenshots are excellent and tell the story well.

To all that, I can't help but post this photo. Playing with the jelly beans is fun, if I must say. This comment tempts me to update some more. But that would probably be overkill, I can't have you dying on me  ;D ;)



And regarding the "still running from the Mayfairs, or if maybe Azrael was KIDNAPPED by the Mayfairs" question, well. It's probably both. I hope that answers it. >:D

What can I say? I like to spoil. Hoho.
At the end of the day, Life should ask you, "Do you want to save changes?"

How the misc-tery continues:
I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

Why not try a misc-stery?
Blood of the Mayfair: 32nd [Hail Rain and Sunshine]

or a Reincarnation Project:
Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

 

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