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Re: Blood of the Mayfair: Chapter 21- If You Ever Come Back
« Reply #50 on: March 10, 2014, 06:06:07 AM »
I don't know, the way she acts towards him doesn't seem to be out of any sort of affection (at least, not when it comes to progressing the relationship). It doesn't necessarily seem forced either. She seems to like him, at least as a friend, but it comes off to me that she's following orders moreso than following her heart, at least, that's how it appears. I'm possibly very off. I do feel that she cares for him though, because she apologizes to Nan often for getting closer to him, but when she does get closer to him she seems a little withdrawn and forced about her actions.
I could just be reading far too into it though.

Actually, you're right. But that's not all to it. :)


I congratulate myself for reaching a chapter older than I am, yay! And the Unit/Season is about to end, and towards it, I hope to answer at least half of the questions on your minds. Also, I'm making this and the next chapters pt 12, I realized how hard it is to shift reading between frequent non- and italicized text (since I have a lot of these shifts). But if pt 10 works better, do tell.

I'm sorry for what is about to transpire, and the next things that may, can, or will happen (in the following chapters). There's going to be a lot of yelling. Prime your minds.


If the truth is you're a liar
When you say that you're okay


If You Ever Come Back
You know better, The Script

When Azrael had gone home, he was expecting that the masked man was back, but he still wasn't there. It's not like I care. He felt alone, but he was nothing close to lonely- Palmira just became his girlfriend. He was half-anxious that Enzalde might be already home, but was glad to find that she wasn't. Not yet anyway. He didn't know what to do and feel, what to say to Enzalde if she suddenly showed up. He sighed in relief and fixed himself for bed.



He slept well that night.

But the rain was still there, and it draped the whole of Paradiso.




Dawn, when the door silently opened, and footsteps light tread the floor.

Enzalde was home, and she brought home a lot of new recipes from her trip. She was hoping Azrael would love them more than the fruit parfait. And no time was too soon to make it for him.




She decided not to sleep until Azrael woke up- she wanted to surprise him. I'm sorry I took so long, love. And without explanation too, she already ran the words in her mind countless times. She had disappointed Azrael and she regretted it. She knew she was the only one he could ever rely on and she chose to disappear without explanation.

Azrael woke up and noticed the lights in the kitchen on. Ah, I forgot to turn it off last night. He was thinking then whether he should try making fruit parfait, he missed the creamy sweetness of it. A hot bath sounds really good, he said as he felt the early morning chill run up his entire body.

He seems to have forgotten why he loved fruit parfait so much. He wasn't at all pleased when he saw her.

Azrael: Nan? He was surprised and petrified, too shocked for any more words.
Enzalde: Love, I..
Azrael: Hey. What's for breakfast? He suddenly lost his appetite but went to see what was set on the counter. Key lime pie? This wasn't how he expected to have for breakfast.

Azrael didn't touch the food, he was getting ready to leave.

Enzalde: Love, it's still early.
Azrael: I have stuff to do.
Enzalde: I can't have a few minutes of your time? I've missed you so much.
Azrael: What? He scoffed.
Enzalde: Will you please, sit down? It was the same loving voice he used to like listening to. Now it was the voice he wanted to never hear again, but so much, he missed her so much.
Azrael: Okay. He did, but he was going to pretend he's doing homework.



Enzalde: I missed your prom, I'm sorry about that. Enzalde set down the book.
Azrael: No problem. He was old enough to do things by himself. I got by.
Enzalde: I could have been there to help you out. She laughed nervously.
Azrael: You're right, you could have. He wanted to mock her. He was full of anger and confusion, he held the pen shakily.
Enzalde: You need help with that? She was talking about his homework.
Azrael: Is that all you have to say? He could no longer contain his anger.
Enzalde: I.. She knew what he meant. She knows she owes him a lot of explanation and she doesn't know if he was still going to believe her after everything that happened. I'm sorry. There were no tears but there was so much sadness and regret.
Azrael: For what? For leaving me here stupid and clueless?
Enzalde: Please, listen?
Azrael: For being lied to? What lies are you going to tell me now? He was shaking violently.
Enzalde: I know, I lied. But I did it to protect you. She was starting to cry now. She didn't want him to see her weak, she wanted him to see her as someone he could rely on.
Azrael: Well, you failed. For whatever reason you did things for, and for whomever because I don't believe it was for me. He hesitated, I never will. He stood up and left the chair stumbled- the glass chair got chipped.

Enzalde started to cry uncontrollably.

It went on for days. He refused to talk to her and refused to cook the meals she made him. He gave her the cold shoulder, and he never went home before curfew. She was starting to get bothered, because of all that was happening. Azrael detached himself from her.

She called Theo, it was the one man he entrusted Azrael to. But he wasn't the masked man; Theo watched remotely.



Enzalde: Theo, I don't know what to do anymore, he's alienating himself from me.
Theo: Calm down, A. Why was he calling her A?
Enzalde: I can't calm down, not when he's like this. I should have listened to her.
Theo: I would say the same if you were still your hot-headed old self, but calm down. Worrying like this won't solve anything. And she has her own plans, we're just part of all of it.
Enzalde: What will? Theo wanted to comfort Enzalde but the most he could give her was comfort through the phone. They planned the future, since things weren't going anywhere like this.
Theo: Loosen up, A. Palmira's with him. I think she's been spending a whole lot of time with him now, even if she's not telling me.
Enzalde: I'm reduced to nothing, am I? She was starting to sob. She was weak like this. She had wanted to be everything that could protect him. Palmira's a good girl. I hope she won't take all the blame in the future.
Theo: We're doing this for everyone, aren't we? That's the truth and that's what we have to live for and live with.
Enzalde: Oh, if only I had listened to her.
Theo: That won't do anything, alright? Cheer up.

It became a routine. She waited for him to come home, and she always ate meals alone. She felt miserable, it must be how she made him feel.



She would wait for him to come home, staring out of the window, lonely. Hoping that maybe, one night, one day, he comes home with less hate, that he wakes up with less pride.



But that wasn't going to be the case. She would go into his room and lament. She was wrong all along.



Had she listened to her, things would have been better. I should have never questioned her. I was too angry.



Now she could do nothing but watch everything crumble to nothing because of her failures.

But she wouldn't give up, as long as she was here things can still change, things still have hope. But Azrael doesn't care. He wants to forget who he is and who he's been, he believed all of it to be a lie. That she was a lie.

For the next days she spent her time sitting on the chair, problematic. She filed an indefinite leave and was considered, someone had pulled the strings for her.




This was the latest that Azrael stayed out. She was worried. The police may have gotten him, but there was no call. Where was he? Anywhere but Easter, please.



She decided to wait in the terrace, so he could see who he was going with.



But Azrael was running home. Is this what he's been doing? She felt the whole world crush around her, but she had to talk to him. And now.



Enzalde: You're late.
Azrael: I know. He went straight to the kitchen.



Enzalde: What if you've gotten into trouble! She followed him.
Azrael: Keep out, will you?
Enzalde: How can you be like this?
Azrael: How could have you kept making me live a lie? Theo was right, Azrael became a black hole.
Enzalde: Azrael, listen.
Azrael: Can you please just leave me alone? He yelled at her and decided to go out, he won't be going home soon.



Enzalde couldn't. She ran past him and tried to talk to him, get some sense into his occluded mind.

Azrael: This isn't funny, Nan.
Enzalde: Your mother wouldn't want any of this happening to you.
Azrael: What do you know, for all I know, you could have just kidnapped me from my family.
Enzalde: That's not true, listen, I-
Azrael: Will you stop it? I'm tired of your lies. I'm sick of it. I don't need you. I don't need a liar telling me what to do.



He rushed to the door, but Enzalde stopped him.

Azrael: Why don't you listen, now? Why don't you try for once to listen to me! To listen to what I have to say! There was so much yelling, Azrael was so angry and he couldn't control it.
Enzalde: But you don't know anything. You're going to be in danger.
Azrael: That's right, I don't know anything, thanks to you. And the only danger I know of is the one I'll be getting if I kept hanging around this house and around you. You're the danger, liar.
Enzalde: Please, your family-
Azrael: All of them are most likely dead, and you know what, I don't care. I don't need them. He paused, part of him didn't want to say it, but anger spoke for him, and I don't need you.



Enzalde can't say anything to make him listen, she can only feel hurt as he watches him storm out of the door. Love, please, she tried to reach his mind but he ignored her.



What was she going to do now? She was repeating her mother's mistakes, thinking themselves right and reaping heartbreaking encounters. Encounters that can never be undone.



She went outside to think, and recreate that Sunday when Azrael was not how he turned out, when she could have still chosen to tell him everything.



She watched as the stars laughed at her. She had hoped that there were no stars in Paradiso to mock her.

Enzalde: The book. I hope he sees the book. I've placed it where he can see it.



She did that after their first fight but he never came to any place in the house but his room and the bath.

Enzalde's thoughts traveled to another place, to the haven that kept her hidden from the rest of Paradiso. Her thoughts traveled to the short happy days with the laughter and the new joy that only a mother can feel. This time, the baby didn't die. This time, she had brought her mother good news.

Azrael shouldn't have seen that letter. Then was the wrong time.

Azrael won't be home soon.
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 21- If You Ever Come Back
« Reply #51 on: March 10, 2014, 01:29:44 PM »
Man, that was intense. I don't blame Azrael for being mad, I mean Nan did just walk off without a word, leaving him to his own devices for AGES. I would be angry too. There's so many thing I still don't understand though that I can't wait to hear... what is the truth? Why has she decided to hide it? Whose side is she on, and is that the "good" or "bad" side?



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Re: Blood of the Mayfair: Chapter 21- If You Ever Come Back
« Reply #52 on: March 10, 2014, 11:08:06 PM »
Ouch.  :o

That was...rough. Azrael's reaction was definitely justified, though. I don't know what to think of either Enzalde or Palmira at this point. I don't trust either of 'em. :P

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair: Chapter 21- If You Ever Come Back
« Reply #53 on: March 12, 2014, 08:06:10 AM »
Man, that was intense. I don't blame Azrael for being mad, I mean Nan did just walk off without a word, leaving him to his own devices for AGES. I would be angry too. There's so many thing I still don't understand though that I can't wait to hear... what is the truth? Why has she decided to hide it? Whose side is she on, and is that the "good" or "bad" side?

The truth is, I haven't quite made up my mind regarding some people's contributions to the story, but the next chapter will most likely answer a lot of your questions, which I hope to post sometime this weekend. I hope.  ;).

Just know, that some of them aren't what they seem to be, with a crazy and whimsical person like me as the author, who knows what'll happen. But I swear, the Garrett Hawke question will be answered in the 24th chapter.   ;D

Ouch.  :o

That was...rough. Azrael's reaction was definitely justified, though. I don't know what to think of either Enzalde or Palmira at this point. I don't trust either of 'em. :P

That actually makes me happy (that you trust neither of them). I just hope you like surprises; and I hope I'll manage to come up with a good one!
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: Pseudoupdate [Teaser]
« Reply #54 on: March 15, 2014, 07:54:43 AM »
I'm still arranging some files and shots, and while I'm still at it, I give you a teaser! This is something that will give you an idea of what's happened and what will be happening in the next (immediate) chapter. I hope this serves to lessen the confusion, as you will see in the next chapter.

:)

Remember the depression?

Okay, so this is nothing depressing to readers who like the Enzalde-Matty team-up.

Then how about a little clue?


Moving on, this is where Enzalde says, "Mother, I don't know what to do anymore."


Well, things happened.

Why's the masked man in the hospital?

And where's he running to now?




Some more things happened.


Making some people adorably upset.




I am in love with Theo's cuteness!

The featured house is The Maurer House from TSR.
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 22- Pocket Full of Sunshine
« Reply #55 on: March 15, 2014, 10:28:07 AM »
Word of warning, my sister complains whenever she reads my writing, because I have this tendency to overwrite. I'm (more) descriptive and I struggle in making stories appropriately narrative. But I hope this revelation of my true colors doesn't bore you, or bother you.  :-* I'm glad the story has reached this point!

PS.
Okay, so I've decided that 12 pt is a little too big for me. Sorry for not making up my mind, but I'll do my best to minimize changes and suppress my whims (as much as I can).

PPS. This, I think, is going to be a long read, you might wanna grab popcorn. But please don't allow the beat of the song to infiltrate the sanctity of this space as you read the lyrics, I beg you and thank you.



Take me away, a secret place
A sweet escape, take me away
Take me away, to better days
Take me away, a hiding place

There's a place that I go that nobody knows
Where the rivers flow and I call it home
And there's no more lies in the darkness there's light
And nobody cries, there's only butterflies


Pocket Full of Sunshine
Natasha Bedingfield

The stars continued to dance in their wait to bid the morning twilight. As they shivered and shrank behind the fading night sky, Enzalde continued to dream, and this dream and dreams traveled to the secret haven that shut her from the prying eyes of Paradiso, and of the world.



She could hear the euphoria rippling through the crisp air as her little girl Quillaia wobbled and fell. Her little girl was strong, refusing to cry whenever she fell and got hurt. The air wasn't heavy- not what she expected of the ocean's embrace. But she didn't mind, her little girl's laughter meant the whole world to her.



Sweet-nosed Quillaia whose brother died some long time ago. That time ago when Azrael saw a letter addressed to an unknown mother, and the reason behind Enzalde's despair and weakened demeanor- for whom Matteo Torres was blamed.

Blue-eyed Quillaia whose eyes are full of trust and joy.

Blue-eyed Quillaia whose eyes were neither Enzalde's nor Matteo's.

Blue-eyed Quillaia who may be Azrael's hope of understanding, if all else fails.



Enzalde heard the laughter of her daughter once more. Quillaia wasn't born like Azrael, with her auburn hair that turned black as the days went by. With her understanding that limited her to nothing but curiosity and innocent wonder. Her daughter was nothing like Azrael, but equally lovely. She could smell Azrael's snow-white hair in hers, before that night. Before that horrible nightmare. Sweet Azrael who knows nothing of where he came from, or who he is.

Sweet Azrael that knew nothing about Enzalde but her love and care.

Sweet Azrael who had no idea that Enzalde was his sister.

And sweet Azrael who was now full of hate.


He never touched the torte I made him. He never touched any one meal I made for him.



Enzalde felt a quick but sharp stab in her chest. Their mother was right, she should have let him know the secrets and the burden the family carried. But after the hunt and their father's death from the horrible onslaught, she chose to shut her surviving brother's life from the malice and greed that is Mayfair. Had the twins been saved, things would have been different. But what could she do? Their mother almost died from the Mayfair conquest that cost centuries worth of plans and fortune.

She could feel the splash of the wave against the shore miles away. She was reminded of the happiness that one night brought her. That one final night before she armed herself with regret and apology for Azrael, and before she left the secret paradise to face reality.



Run, Aveline! Run! The crackle of the fire laughed as it consumed the house, growing bigger as it fed on the furniture and tapestry.

But, Mother, no! A nightmare.

Leave! Leave and I will find you! A fortress of wailing ghouls protected her as she ran away, ran away and never turning back.

Someone had saved her from the melancholic doom she fell trap to. Someone had dared to share the world she lived and happily chose to stand by her side. Someone wanted to bear the burden with her. With the promise of an eternal bond.

What are you doing, Matty, stop being creepy!



What, what creepy. It's the creep in me that you fell in love with.

Oh, you scam!

Marry me?



She was flabbergasted. She and Matteo had long been bonded by Fate and blood. But it made her more happy that he chose to give her something that the world considered normal, despite everything about her and her family.

Yes! Yes! Let's be normal for once! She jumped and leaped into his arms. They laughed.

She had more than a million reasons in the world to be happy and distracted. Such beautiful creatures. Such beautiful beings.



But she worried. She worried more and more. Haunted and daunted, she was, because of what she failed to do.



Thank you, for standing by me all this time.

Well, you are my promised bride, he teased.

And you, my husband? They both exchanged a smile only doomed lovers can understand.

The bad dream again interrupted her trance.

Run, love. Run. Never turn your back. She could hear her mother's despair, fading into the deafening screams of the ghastly shield that protected her, drowned by the rain that masked the stench of dark intentions and death.



The Mayfair knew too much and too little. The knowledge they had abundance of, but the empathy, their empathy was nothing but greed eating itself outward.

Don't cry. You know I'm as badly devastated every time I see you cry, Matteo caressed her cheek, wishing it was enough to comfort her and her broken heart.

I know. I know. But I can't help it. I've kept so many things from Azrael and it's enough to send me burning to the Mayfairs.

You prefer them to hell? The Order's aristocracy and lies are worse than hell. I'd rather you stay caged in my arms.

If only. Her voice faded to silence. Her mother was watching them from somewhere, and how she missed her. I'm sorry. I can't promise that I'll be by your side as you always have.

I don't expect you to. He pinched her cheek. You're such a kid sometimes. I'm lucky enough you gave me time, gave me and Quillaia time. And I feel it's unfair to Azrael how he hasn't seen you for so long. I should be saying sorry for keeping you to myself.

Well, you haven't technically. You were by his side all this time.

His habits had given me the chance to sneak into the hospital when you gave birth. Dear, that was horrifying. I won't make you go through that again! He wiped his forehead, wiping his non-existent sweat.

I love you both, Matty. I love you and Quillaia both.



And I'm sorry.

She could hear again the cries from that night. Their mother had freed a thousand dark souls in her attempt to save them. And that had caused the Forest to crumble. The spirits that lived and spoke, the trees. Too many had gone in one night. Too many have gone at one time. Their mother had upset Fate and Earth at the same time. Fate for turning her back to her being a Vanguard for a man whose ancestor has turned his back on her, and Earth for destroying the foundations on which every realm was built.

If only great-grandfather saw through their lies. Had it been like that, there would have been no Enzalde. No Azrael. No Garrett. No Carver. Had it been like that their father would have never been.


Aveline. There was a pause. The Mistress came to the haven. It was the haven she built for the lovebirds, and it was the only thing she could give them now. Remembering things, love? She gathered herself to cradle the infant girl in her arms, who had only been born then.



Mum, she giggled. They had always been "Mother and Aveline." Never "Mum and Aveline." It was the boys who called their mother "Mum." I always wanted to try that.

Her mother nodded, I had always been waiting for you to call me that. Mother is far too formal, she laughed the way Theo would have laughed, but with grace. Her mother's whisper was the most beautiful and gentle. It was the sound of nature and breeze, soothing and calming. Protecting. Quillaia is a beautiful girl, isn't she? She smiled at her Aveline and took the babe from the crib.



I feel that you going here is going to endanger you further. You know how those people have long been after you. Since Za-

Her mother interrupted, Hush, Aveline. Zarall is past, let his soul rest. I still keep him in my pocket. She winked. Come, I wish to see the ocean from this lovely home.

She sat and carried Quillaia with her.



Aveline loved how her mother was keeper of souls. The reaper was her perversion, created from the minds of those who wanted to feed on fear and misery. Raziel knew that when he gave her that flower when he almost died. He saw through the true form beneath the black cloak and darkness that surrounded. Shannan knew that when she tried to talk to her in her spirit form in the rain, beneath the dancing lights that poured from the heavens. When she had asked for her help.



It made The Mistress sad that those two minds didn't reach each other's heart in their desire to protect- Raziel the secrets he had discovered, and Shannan, Abaddon. Shannan knew The Order was going to kill her and take her heart, for having nurtured a Hawke and not die. But The Order didn't know Shannan wasn't alone. She wasn't oblivious.

It was all part of the ordeal. Spread the web into the bloodline to kill its bearer, so you can have the life and power to yourself.

The Mayfair knew the limitless well that the Hawke could dip into. And they sought ways to trap it, juice it for themselves. But the witch's body could not take the growing power a Hawke seed gathered as it grew inside the womb. If the vessel dies, so does the growing spirit in it. It was what drove Zarall to his solitude.

But the two great witches they thought and sent died before giving birth, dying with the infant they found no use for. Until Esther came.

Until Esther, centuries locked in a painting was freed. She bore a child, Raziel.

The man was powerful but his loneliness made him vulnerable and stupid.

It was his loneliness that had attracted her to leave the Forest. For him. Because she found a man who knew how she felt, all those years of solitude. All those years of watching, left to do nothing but yearn for what is never to come.

Zarall. Zarall and Hysteria Witcher. But only the truly wounded could see her.


How old do you think I am, love? She loved to ask Aveline that question.

As old as you can ever be. And the answer she had always given her.

I still don't understand why you didn't change your name. How many generations have you been using your name, Mum? It was rhetorical, Aveline knew. She knew her mother the way a daughter would.

I love your father, more than I thought I would ever love Zarall. It was soft and careful.

I know, Mum. Dad was a funny guy, of course you'd love him. And his dorky laugh, and his very Hawke-nose. She nudged her mother gently.

Very funny, aren't you?

Now that's how the present world talks! She teased her more.



Do you think your brother will forgive me? It was suddenly melancholic.

For choosing to get rid of his consciousness? I don't know, Mum. I guess I'll be the one who won't be forgiven first. I allowed it. No, actually, I forced you to allow me. She bit her lip, I can still remember it:

I will do this or you will forget you ever had me, or Azrael!

I'm sorry I did that to you. There was a sparkle of tear adorning the corner of Aveline's left eye.

It all started from me. I expected you to inherit my stubbornness, if that would make you feel better. They both laughed weakly.

It's awesome to have the True Mayfair as your Mum. She's probably the best one in the world! It was childish but it rang what Aveline felt in her heart. She wanted to hug her mother tight that very instant. But she felt that the moment wouldn't allow her. That everything that was happening will never let her feel this happy for long. There was still Azrael to think about, and how she disappointed him and destroyed all of what she gave him, in an instant. And in a cascade of events.

The one thing I probably don't like about being Mayfair is that when you're carrying a child, The Mayfair has one hand with a knife on your neck, and the other on the ones you love. She didn't want to leave Azrael, but if she didn't leave, she would endanger him more, by staying with him and exposing him, confirming every suspicion they have gathered about their identity. She was driven to this island for all those reasons wrong and right.



Tell me, love. Do you trust this Teodor Medina? Her mother's question rang of concern.

Yes, entirely. He was the one who arranged everything needed for the move.

You never doubt him? Her mother wanted affirmation.

Never. Do you?

I trust your decisions, dear.

I can actually see myself persecuted the moment I step out of this place. It was a joke, but it was in no way funny.

Aveline could not have her mother stay with the daylight spread over Paradiso. The sun in Paradiso will not do her good, though she had once already basked in its deceiving comfort when she traveled to the secret lake.

In this world, she was The Mistress, a seer in The Order, whose authority is being questioned and threatened by the younger Mayfairs. In her home, she was the Lady of the Forest, who could hear the sighs and joy of every soul in every drop of rain that fell to the soil of the Forest.

She would never wish for Aveline to inherit this and the loneliness. She would rather see her daughter die trying to live how she thinks it right.

Hysteria hugged her daughter tight. She felt Aveline's sorrow seep into her, despite that smile, that brave mask. She felt her daughter's goodbye. It was her's daughter's swansong.




The spell ended. She heard the violent rumble of an engine far away before she fell into her trance. But now, it died, and it was what brought her senses back.



Now.

Someone was in the house, Aveline could feel an intruder step into the foothold.
Barriers sure are convenient harbingers. She tried to joke, and smiled to herself. Too bad Azrael won't be here to see this, or at least hear my joke. A tear fell as she was realizing how she won't be hearing her brother's laugh. It was so long since she heard him laugh. Tell my brother I love him, Aveline prayed silently to the wind, hoping it will carry her prayer to the right person. Hoping it will reach Palmira, and that I'm sorry. And that I probably wouldn't forgive myself for disappointing him, even if I'm dead. Please tell him, I love him. Nobody else will love him the way I did and do, except maybe Mum. She laughed. She thought it was funny and bitter at the same time. Tell him nothing else. And give him the book. She sent Palmira a message and instructions, I love you both.

She closed her eyes and let the image flash in her mind. It was one of the happiest nights, the moon was silent and the ocean was serene. Her mother had watched from behind the fog that enveloped the ocean that clear night. It was one of the few rain-less nights that had become of Paradiso.



She had confessed everything to her daughter. My beautiful child will be the bearer of news. She cried then at how all of this was selfish, despite the love and promise and hope. But there were sacrifices. Hawkes had their sacrifices, and this was hers.



The malice was nearing. She let her spirit flow out, and joined the stars as she ended her dream. It was the end of Aveline Hawke. She ended her romantic swansong.




I actually only heard Pocket Full of Sunshine from Boyce Avenue, and just recently. I liked it, so I tried to look it up and found the original, which gave me bad shivers I almost died from.

Again, the house was downloaded from TSR and is The Maurer House. You'll see more of it some time later. It's pretty, only if I could get rid of all that glow and moonlighting.

I got the name Aveline from Aveline Du Lac, one of the characters in Dragon Age II.
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 22- Pocket Full of Sunshine
« Reply #56 on: March 15, 2014, 02:29:53 PM »
Wow, my head is spinning - so much information. I'll have to re-read that a few times to give you an accurate and well rounded comment, but wow! Nan is his sister?! I always imagined a guardian angel or someone who wasn't related, and that woman I've seen a lot - that's there mother? And she's a good Mayfair, and she's in hiding, making Enzalde take the brunt of everything. Poor dear. Now Enzalde has a child of her own, it would probably be best if she just came out with it to Azrael.



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Re: Blood of the Mayfair: Chapter 22- Pocket Full of Sunshine
« Reply #57 on: March 15, 2014, 07:00:15 PM »
Wow, my head is spinning - so much information. I'll have to re-read that a few times to give you an accurate and well rounded comment, but wow! Nan is his sister?! I always imagined a guardian angel or someone who wasn't related, and that woman I've seen a lot - that's there mother? And she's a good Mayfair, and she's in hiding, making Enzalde take the brunt of everything. Poor dear. Now Enzalde has a child of her own, it would probably be best if she just came out with it to Azrael.

Well, about that. I hope I answered at least half of the questions?

Also, my friend's told me she thought the Lady of the Forest and The Mistress were different people, and they aren't. They're the same. I'm sorry if I'm a confusing storyteller. Also, have you seen the post prior to this chapter? I forgot and deleted the link in the index of chapters. I think those (photos) will help, in a way. I expect that comment to come around. Haha. Do take your time. I can't help but worry about my lack of capacity to write the way I want readers to understand it.  :'( Ask anytime.

And yes, I've made the error of putting Enzalde a lot of time in place of Aveline. She's pretty much become Enzalde to me. Aveline was a whole lot different person before she became Enzalde. What tragedies do, I guess.  :-X
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 22- Pocket Full of Sunshine
« Reply #58 on: March 20, 2014, 05:40:36 PM »
Hi, just wanted to leave a comment saying I've started reading this and it's so fun to read! I haven't made it through the whole thing yet but wanted to leave a comment since you've been commenting on my story :) I'm sure I'll have more to add once I get all caught up!

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair: Chapter 22- Pocket Full of Sunshine
« Reply #59 on: March 21, 2014, 03:24:30 AM »
That's so sweet  :-[

Thank you! I'll probably be updating in two days or next week. The monstrous spirit of exam week is staring at the screen by my shoulder.
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 22- Pocket Full of Sunshine
« Reply #60 on: March 21, 2014, 01:12:29 PM »
That's so sweet  :-[

Thank you! I'll probably be updating in two days or next week. The monstrous spirit of exam week is staring at the screen by my shoulder.
We'll be here whenever you're ready to update! Take your time and focus on your exams. :)

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair: Chapter 22- Pocket Full of Sunshine
« Reply #61 on: March 22, 2014, 08:12:56 AM »
We'll be here whenever you're ready to update! Take your time and focus on your exams. :)

Because LivvieLove doesn't want to lose to VioletG in sweetness. Anyway, thanks guys!

And to feed (anyone's) curiosity, here's a teaser:

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: A Little Announcement
« Reply #62 on: March 29, 2014, 09:19:16 PM »
Hello everyone! I've the latest chapter for uploading but I have content problems LOL. So I'll probably be posting another of those pseudo-updates sometime later. But more than a pseudo-update, it's going to be an important side-story for the next unit, as Garrett Hawke ends in two chapters (yay!).

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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: A Little Announcement
« Reply #63 on: March 30, 2014, 12:07:36 AM »
Intriguing teaser... :o

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair: Side Story: Queen of the Dragons
« Reply #64 on: March 30, 2014, 04:54:42 AM »
Intriguing teaser... :o

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Glad you are!

Yep, you guessed right! There is going to be a guest appearance from Queen of the Dragon's Legacy Founder, Celestia Wyvern. And yes, I have asked prior permission from Shewolf13, I've also sent her the link and informed her of Celestia's appearance and future appearance in a story (Summarized and reiterated, I've asked permission and was granted use of Celestia).

And no, this isn't some random chapter in place of Chapter 23, as I have said earlier, I'm having problems with the content of the chapter and it's currently in the process of getting scrutinized.  :P

With that said, I'm releasing this. I hadn't planned to release this earlier but given the lag time, well I can't have such a long lag time for an update (it's grilling me)! This is a product of my itchiness. Thank you for understanding my whimsicality! :-X


Queen of the Dragons
A Hawke Side Story

There's a boy that caught my attention- unlike most of the cultured eccentricities of the residents of Midnight Hollow, this boy is different. He looks like he's suffered long years of wandering, rooted to this loop of life and death but can only watch it- watch the people die and listen to the infants cry their first gasp for air, listen to the laughter of the oblivious and nonchalant.

I feel sad for this boy. We share the same pain.

I, being immortal with my own set of insecurities. He, being lost, unguided, and with his own set of tragedies. But I have my sister, whom I rarely meet for reasons I cannot entirely tell. But unlike me, he seems to have no one.

I decided to watch him from the skies.



And years and years have passed. He's grown into a dashing young man. A teen in common language, perhaps. He's learned to gather the particles and change his clothing. Interesting boy. Was it inherent? Or was he learning from someone? I had not all of my time spent watching him. I have my own life.

I wondered, and kept wondering why this boy never ceased to smile. Is it a curse? Is it his punishment?



I wish to know why this boy seems to take things differently.

I wish to know this boy's history.

Because I know, I am not the only immortal. And he may be key to some of my questions.

I am the Queen of the Dragons, but who is he? Who is this boy who's spent his life wandering and remaining unseen by everyone? Choosing to hide behind the darkness and beneath the shadows, concealed and yearning.

Was he yearning? I wondered. But I only watched him from the skies.



He knew how to lived and he really didn't. I feel pity for this boy. He mostly played pranks because he has nothing and nobody. And I have to admit, they were genius!



Stuck in Midnight Hollow, he wished for company. I've chanced upon him one time, after I've played with the drakes I've nurtured, when I looked and peeked down. He's been following this girl, who's grown ahead of him, and has had her own problems with a real, live and breathing boy. But that wasn't the problem- the problem was she could see him.

They played when she was younger, when she had less friends and a turmoil of a family. Now she shut him out. Refusing to see him, refusing to acknowledge his existence. I can hear their argument faintly.

"Disappear, it's what you were supposed to do in the first place."

"But-"

"Nobody needs you. Leave!"



It was disconcerting. Have I learned to love this boy? I've wished to give him a chance, if I could only sweep him off the curse that is living unseen and bring him to my nest along with the drakes. Alas, I could not.

I could only watch him from the skies.

My sister, Lyall, started taking interest in what she called as my hobby. It certainly wasn't. But who can resist a lost child that needs guidance? I can do nothing and give him nothing but my attention. And it was when my sister came flying through my domain and brought me a potion. I detested magic, it wasn't for me. She took over the house and became the spellcaster. I inherited the raw power that makes what I am.

I took her potion. She gave me time- time to bid and time to play. It was my chance to stop being the lonely watcher that I were and do what these Simlings did.

The potion gave me this ticklish and exhilarating feeling of relief and liberation. At the same time I felt like a nutshell- empty and without the heaviness of my immortal burden.

I descended from the skies, lightly, without drama and effect.



Water! Oh for the love of-

It was water, truly! But I will come back to that later.



I wasted no time. Surely, this boy being himself, would not find it odd that a seagreen lady with wings like myself suddenly came to talk to him.

I followed him to the house he haunts when he had nothing else to do. But I found him trying to talk to the girl, yet again. Poor boy whose lesson he never learns.



He received the same response. Expected. I waited for him to turn his back. I made sure the magic only affected him.

I saw him turn his back and retreated to the house when he saw me. I could see how intrigued he was! And somehow, it gave me a sense of thrill- to be seen, to be heard next. Oh, jolly!

He approached me, floating, being the ghost that he was.

"Lady, why are you barefoot? Aren't your feet cold like that?" He asked and I burst out laughing.
"I don't need shoes, boy. It's the last thing on my mind, and will be in my lifetime." I didn't expect him to understand.
"You're not human, not a vampire, you're not like the residents of this place. Who are you?" He asked, I could sense he was struggling to put the string of words. He had manners but he was curious. A gentleman's descendant? From a noble family maybe?
"A friend. I'm a friend who came down especially for you."
"Sounds like a scam, respectfully, Madam." This boy had humor, it was what my sister didn't have.



"But truly, I wish to know who you are." He asked again.
"You believe in occult, boy?"
"I am. You are. Who wouldn't?" He shrugged, I laughed.
"We'll be good friends. I am Celestia," I paused. "Celestia Wyvern."
"Beautiful name and a beautiful laughter. A shriek and a wail at the same time. A dragon? I'm Hawke." I kept silent for a second.
"Hawke, really?" It appeared to me that he didn't want me to know who he was.
"Yes, Madam." I didn't insist. He might disappear on me and then all my sister's mockery would go in vain.

He liked the company. And it made me happy that this boy didn't have to go crawling to anybody's feet for attention. Only he could see me, and not everybody can see him. It worked for both of us. When time for me to go back came, I would go to that place where I first descended. I nagged my sister into giving me more of the potions, she was unwilling but I insisted. I compelled her, being the only one to make such things. I told her the stories and she didn't seem interested. She was becoming unsettled with my frequent descents. But I didn't pay attention. I came down and the boy and I talked and shared stories.

He liked to talk about his family. Curious. And intriguing.

"I'm not sure if my brothers still remember me. But I'm sure Aveline does. Aveline should. She's my sister."
"You talk about her a lot," I mentioned, once.
"That's because I'm very fond of her. And she was really nice. I like her snow-white hair best, like my mother's. Like my brothers'. Heh, none of them had my dad's raven hair." He mused and smiled to himself.
"You? I suppose your hair is as rich and frosted as your siblings!" I was delighted. A family with snow-white hair? This boy came from a powerful family and he doesn't seem to know it!
"I didn't have hair." I burst out laughing.
"Oh, dear me. I apologize!" I was really sorry, it was childish of me to laugh at such a thing!



When I got home, I asked lore and consulted among the elder dragons. I even asked my sister. This boy, I was right, was special. He was no random stranded spirit. He was wandering because of a tragedy. A fire. A series of conspiracies and threats. He may not even know the truth about his family. It somehow made me sad.

"You don't float very well, do you?" I immediately regretted my lack of tact.
"Apparently not. I can't float over water. I can't fly through the skies. Those stories about ghosts floating and flying is a lie." It wasn't at all bitter, he seemed amused, even.
"Well, there are other things to do."
"What do you mean?" He was slow so I held his hand and we flew through the wind. These wings were convenient- they weren't as heavy as my real wings, and I wasn't as huge.
"This! Why here!" I could see that he wasn't comfortable. I ran and yelled for him.
"Come on, what are you waiting for!" He was slow, really slow. I didn't think ghosts were this slow. Were they? There's more to mortal life that I need to know about.
"You're way too fast! Hold up!" I couldn't wait. It was water! There was no water this collected and big above!



"What are you doing!" He yelled and worried.
"Swimming! Come on, you can't float, right!"
"I can't, it's frightening! How you can think like that, lady!"

I did all I could to convince him, and whatever they were are not important. What is, is that I managed to have him get into the water.

"How does it feel?" I asked, hoping he wasn't angry.
"Weird. I can actually feel the water, but it's just brushing and pushing its current against and past my body." He suddenly snickered. "Thanks, Celestia. It's actually good. But isn't it weird that you're swimming, and your wings-"
"Are decorative. They're particles. Like you." I realized and hoped I have not offended him.
"You didn't offend me." He splashed water to my open mouth. I choked. This boy, did he just hear my thoughts? "Yes, I've heard. They're rather entertaining. Your thoughts."
"Oh, dear. How cruel and ill-mannered to listen to a lady's thoughts!"
"You're not so shy about it, last time I checked."
"You're right!" I retaliated and splashed back. I will not be defeated in this child-play!



He swam away into a swarm of lilies. For a moment, he looked thoughtful.

"You know, Aveline liked waterlilies a lot. She used to paint them, a lot of them and hanged sorts around the house."
"You only talk about Aveline doing things. Your brothers, you? What did you do when you were alive?"
"I mostly pooped my pants." It was blunt and could have been funny. "What can I say? I was barely walking when I died. Three of us, actually. We were a trio."
"Dear. Your mother?"
"What about her?"
"How can your mother conceive three boys!"
"Erm, from where I came from a woman can labor up to eight times and still manage the next year." He doesn't understand. One is suicide, two a murder, three? Three Hawkes was a massacre! No witch in her right mind can conceive three male Hawkes and not die.
"Your mother is special, isn't she?"
"I remember, so. She had this sweet voice and she sang to us every night." He wasn't even conscious that he was aware of his early years. It wasn't normal but it didn't occur to him so. It's true that he doesn't know the truth about his family. His siblings, most likely, as well.



I noticed that I had been able to stay longer in this place before the call for ascent. Was there something in the potion that she put?

"I know a place!" He suddenly blurt out. "Let's get out of here!" He swam back and started his slow trek. I caught up to him.
"You sure you don't want a lift or something?"
"Why would you even suggest that? I can manage."
"But, you know. I don't have forever. I might need to go back soon." He never asked where I went when I left. Maybe part of him still feared that if he asked too much and for too much, I'll leave.
"Fine. Let's go catch butterflies."
"I know a place!" We flew and he was surprised.
"It's the same place. Awesome!"
"You're not the only one who can read minds." I winked.
"Scary."

He caught his butterflies.



I was like a proud mother seeing his son doing these things. Ah, youth. I sighed.



It went on. My sister stopped complaining whenever I asked for her potions. But she told me she might be leaving soon, settle in some remote place and live like a mortal, only that she isn't.

And I did my research. I wanted to help him see his family. Part of me also wanted to see what his family could be if they were all together. Everyone above knows the tragedy. Poor child doesn't know anything.

I hadn't come back in days. I was immersed in research. There must be something I can help him with. When I stumbled on what I needed, I immediately prepared for my descent.

"Celestia!" He stood far from me, shocked.



I turned my back and when I rushed to him, he vanished. I was surprised, was it another trick he learned? I grew worried. What if he didn't come back?

I came looking for him. I couldn't help but wonder if he was in one of those rebellious moods. It made me smile. But the other possibilities made me worry and shut if off my mind. I had to look for him first.



I couldn't find him, and the potion was wearing off. I needed to get back. I tried to watch him from home, looking down. But I couldn't find him. Had something happened? Or was he just mad... I realized that I suddenly disappeared without a word. He must have misunderstood it. I had to try again.

I almost fell head first. What was I thinking, rushing down like that! I can almost hear Lyall scolding me, "That's what those wings are for!"



When I got down, I tried one of my sister's spells. It was nice to have enchanted dust around, I didn't need to be like her. And it worked! I now officially trust all of my sister's spells.



Thank you, dust! I flew my fastest to the graveyard. It had a misty dark aura to it. It was enveloped with malice and hate.

"Garrett!" I called out to him. He was being pulled by the voices in the catacombs. He couldn't hear me.



Think. I ran through the spellbook's pages in my mind and found the one that I needed. I uttered a few words and managed to drag him into a void.



"Garrett!" I called again.
"You," he was still in a trance. "You know my name." I couldn't tell him what I've been doing at home, border-harassing the elders into telling me everything that I needed to know.
"Listen, that's not important. I'm pulling you back to the real world." The moment snapped and we were back, welcomed by the heavy air of the graveyard.

I didn't take it well. I couldn't contain it. "You had me worried!" I almost shook him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was doing. There were voices. They were promising me things that I can't remember." It was The Order. It was them, finally.
"Listen, never. It won't happen again. I was really worried, you!"
"Sorry, really. Forgive me." I felt bad. It wasn't his fault. That's when I decided that I will take the role, and tell him what he needs to know about his family and himself. It was enough that his brothers didn't know anything. He needs to know. He needs it to protect himself.



"I'm going to do something to and for you. I beg that you don't ask first. I'll answer everything later." His eyes were wondering, a little scared. I can't blame him. I yelled at him and he doesn't know why.
"I trust you." It broke my heart.
"Thank you." I closed my eyes and prepared myself. I'll be losing a lot of my power for this boy, but it's going to be worth it. I know it.



He looked at me, his eyes never broke away from mine. He wanted to witness everything that happens.

With my forehead to his, I whispered. I asked for help. I prayed, even if I didn't pray- but I pray for this boy. I prayed for him as the spell wrapped me and him, as it wrapped both of us.

I hope Garrett finds his way to his family.



The spell ended; I heard him cry in pain as I lost consciousness.
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 23- Losing Hope
« Reply #65 on: April 04, 2014, 10:29:57 PM »
I'm sorry that you had to wait three weeks for this update.  :(  Here it is, and I leave you this message:

Say hello and say goodbye.


Losing hope is easy
When your only friend is gone
And every time you look around
Well, it all, it all just seems to change
But hanging on is easy
When you've got a friend to call
When nothing's making sense at all
You're not the only one that's afraid of change


Losing Hope
Jack Johnson

There was only quiet in another realm, where the silent cries of the dead who refused to become one with the realm were heard by nobody but The Mistress, The Lady of the Forest- by Hysteria. There lay nothing but pedestals in memory of souls who have not become part of the realm, and part of her, being its protector. There lay the tombstones in memory of the vagabond, for they cannot go to her, that they can only wander. And she could only listen to them wail in the coming of another soul. It hurt her that she could do nothing because Aveline chose what she did. It was unnatural. She could not collect her daughter for that reason. And Aveline is refused the rite in becoming part of her mother. Bitter how my lovely daughter will be rooted to the world. Bitter how I am to collect souls but not my own's.



The rain had come to Paradiso, bearing sad news from the other realm to those who could understand it. And few like Palmira knew what the rain meant. And when the rain had thinned and left Paradiso, leaving the waves calm and quiet, the silence became tormenting.

Palmira found out too late. The winds of Paradiso sailed as roughly as the waves the rain brought that night. Aveline's message has not come to her and it was the rain that brought her the news. She brought her cold shaking fingertips to her gaping mouth. No. Nan. No. She had no words and she didn't know how to face it, while realizing Azrael's refusal to understand and listen. She held back her tears. There was no way weakness will help her in this moment.

She dialed Azrael. He hasn't come to school for days, and now she was worried if something had happened to him too.



Ring. She tried to call him countless times throughout the day.



Azrael still wasn't answering.

Ring.

There was a click.


Myrrh? The sound was slightly muffled, the line buzzing and cracking. It sounded like the waves were slamming against the rocks.

Palmira: A! She couldn't control it, the sudden outburst took Azrael by surprise.
Azrael: Hey, did something happen? Azrael was worried.
Palmira:  Watcher forbid, where have you gone? You haven't at all come to class today I was so worried. She started to sob, relieved that Azrael answered the phone, finally.
Azrael: There was a pause, a long pause. Azrael didn't know what and how to tell her. Look, I know I should have told you but I've been hanging out with Chase today. Things happened at home and you know, I just found some way out of it. It was a horrible excuse and Azrael knew it. But he was going to stand up to this lie, the way his Nana did with hers.
Palmira: Oh no, her voice was quiet and bothered. Where are you now?
Azrael: Across the island. Breathing some air.
Palmira: She couldn't help it, she had to know so she asked Azrael, are you still with him?
Azrael: You mean Chase? No, I've been going around solo since some hours ago.
Palmira: How long was this some hours ago? She couldn't ask him without inciting suspicion. Look, can you- can you stay there? I'm coming.
Azrael: Hey, you don't have to. I'm totally fine. Just that Nan and stuff. I just can't face her now. I really can't.
Palmira: I know. She hesitated. You don't have to explain anything to me. But please, where exactly are you?



Azrael: He hasn't told her anything and it's only been a few weeks since his Nan arrived. You can't come here, it's dangerous for you to come out this late. What will Theo say if he finds out you snuck out to meet me? Him and Nan are going to kill me. His dark humor wasn't making things better for Palmira. She was heaving and sighing and didn't know how to stop the tears. You're crying? Did something happen?
Palmira: Please, just tell me where you are. She wiped her tears away, but her voice was shaky. I need to know where you are.
Azrael: Don't, I'll come over. Stay there. Just give me an hou-
Palmira: No! Don't! Just, tell me, okay? Azrael froze, the line was silent. He didn't know what to make of it and what to say to her.
Azrael: Myrrh, something must have happened. I just can't have you going all the way here at this hour. I'm coming, okay? Just give me- the line ended.
Palmira: What happened? Oh no. Please, no. She tightened her mouth to a clench. She wasn't sure what happened but she knew who to blame.



She went to her room and found the most convenient clothing she could ransack and hurried to leave, leaving her phone behind. This phone was going to make tracking her easy, and she couldn't have that. It's funny how you think I don't know you bug my phone dad. And she realized late. She shouldn't have made that call. What if... No. He hasn't told me where he is yet.

But Theo was more than capable of finding out where he was. Theo had eyes and ears everywhere.

She headed to the door, surprised to find Theo standing ang blocking the way out.




Palmira: Dad.
Theo: Heading out so late, love? His voice was playful and cruel. I'm home late from work and this is what I see?
Palmira: Love? Disgusting. She couldn't stand how he was using Aveline's very endearment to her and Azrael. I just need some air, that's all. She was nervous and she knew her father knew.
Theo: Well, it's late. We don't want the police catching you doing funny things.
Palmira: Just outside, okay? She was losing this argument, it wasn't even.
Theo: No. You're staying here.
Palmira: Dad! You know where I'm going. You must understand. But I don't understand you and why you're doing what you do, why you did what you did. Why- why you're doing this! Why you let Nana-
Theo: You know why I'm doing this! I'm doing this for you. Dear Aveline didn't die by anyone's hands. She left her body before anything and anyone can do her harm. She transgressed and joined the stars, probably set off to survey the Island. But she can't join her mother. She will be rooted here; she may be rooted to some other world, but wherever the skies will bring her, she hopes to still be there for Azrael and watch over him from there.
Palmira: This is the very reason why mother left you! She wanted to hurt him the way he hurt her. But she wouldn't understand. She never understood why Teodor did what he did. She loved her and what he's been driven to do was the one and only way to keep her alive. He responded the way Palmira expected him to understand, putting on his cynical facade.

For a moment, he seemed hurt. But Palmira knew how her father took things, and he was going to respond to this the same way he does to everything else.



Theo: Yes, yes. Tell me what I don't know, love. But I wonder why she left you. He mocked her perfectly. It made sense to Palmira that he acted the way he did.  Don't you ever wonder? He looked at her, thinking, "if you only know, love. I love you dearly. I loved your mother dearly. And I love Aveline now."

He was a liar and everything you would never want in a father. Everyone believed his facade. He had no choice. But he was the one who loved most, of all.



Palmira: She glowered. Her father knew how to hurt people when he wished to. She was remembering the days locked in that room, while he sent a a fiend pretending to be her to Azrael's house. Nobody doubted. His father had successfully ingrained her very being to that piece of evil. Not even Aveline felt it.
Theo: The fruit of hard work, right, princess? Her father could hear everything. He thinks Aveline knew. And Aveline was kind. She protected Azrael but still let him do what he had to- for Palmira's safety.

Those days in a cold dark room, starving. All for the love of research, isn't it, father? Her sarcasm was obvious.



Theo: Oh, you're suddenly trying to understand. Suspicious girl. You've more bread to eat before you can think the way I do. She doesn't. He was doing this for her and she doesn't know. Poor girl. She and Azrael are both oblivious to the truth.
Palmira: I will never be like you, in any way!
Theo: Really? He inched close to her. Don't you think those eyes are very much mine? You're so much like me, Palmira. You know that. Teodor doesn't believe so. He believes she was destined to correct his mistakes. That she would be the one to make amends. He can only hope.
Palmira: I will never imprison my child for my twisted obsession with science. Teodor didn't imprison her. He hid her from The Order, and unsuccessfully. They found out and forced him to give her to them. Much to Palmira's understanding, it was her father betraying her.
Theo: You don't think it's a good thing? Look at Chase. Chase, who could be die but not really die. Chase was his cursed creation and the one that The Order had forced him into doing.
Palmira: Disgusting. She hated him. She was blaming Fate for being born to a father who is this man.
Theo: Atta, girl! Now that's my princess. Teodor was regretting every second of this argument.



"Dad, please! Let me out! Let me out!" She would lose her voice and drain her energy but Theo would never answer.



She lost count of the days that she was trapped in that room. The last time she saw the light of day was that uncomfortable day in autumn when she came over to play with Azrael. It was also the last time she saw the glory of the moon.

"Myrrh, eh. You're weird, A." Then she would smile.

It was Azrael she thought about whenever she felt sad. She was almost dying everyday and she couldn't understand why her father was doing what he did. She was angry- betrayed and angry. The food came everyday, but she couldn't bring herself to touch it. She was confused and didn't understand. She was young; she didn't understand why her father brought her to this cell.



Theo was no occult, he was a science freak beneath his charismatic smile and toned muscles. It was how he attracted the attention of The Order. When he was younger, he liked it when people thought he was all muscle and no brain. It was fun. He had fun whenever the unfortunate would try to talk to him to a level they thought him right. He liked to look stupid, it made people all sorts of things, and say all sort of things. He was like that to everyone until he met Aveline some years ago, in a secret place, after Florita left him for Alto; became friends with her and ultimately falling inlove with her. He had to show her that he wasn't stupid- it was his childish ego. And it didn't take long until they shared secrets. Aveline knew who to trust- Teodor was one of them. He loved her and she knew. But they both knew and understood what had to take place in the future that was now. And Aveline didn't have Teodor's kind of love for him. They were friends. Aveline was betrothed to a man she never met until Paradiso. And Teodor was the one who arranged for their meeting. Teodor was the one who arranged for their escape from Bridgeport. Because Bridgeport had become increasingly dangerous. He didn't think The Order would plant and nest in Paradiso. It was one of those other mistakes he made.

Aveline was the most fun and the most challenging in The Order's private game. She had her own troubles and The Order treated her like a mouse. He struggled in protecting Palmira and loving Aveline. He knew the day when he had to choose would come, but not too soon.

He was in mourning. She started doing things unfavorable to The Order's position.


She just had to marry Torres. He would grit his teeth and punch the wall. His secret love for Aveline was tragic but he respected who she chose. But The Order wouldn't. Torres was one of The Order's Elite Force. While it amused some of the Elders, it mostly troubled them. What love can drive people to do- they couldn't have Matteo betraying them. And that was the one mistake of the many that they made.

Theo: Are you done reminiscing? He was done reminiscing.
Palmira: You can still change things, dad. He can't. He was too deep into the mud.
Theo: You really think that? Why do you think I'm doing this?
Palmira: I don't know why you're doing this. But please. She was begging him.
Theo: Sorry, princess, but this is me. This is what you'll probably become, too. His every fiber screamed of cynical to Palmira.
Palmira: Then, I'm sorry too. Bye, dad.



Theo wasn't the only one who had tricks up his sleeves. Palmira's coming of age and sacrifice to The Order made exposed her to occult knowledge. She was having shivers. That mark on her neck was a crude method of branding sacrifices. The lengths Theo would go for in the name of science. The lengths Theo would go for to protect her.

Theo did a lot of experimenting. But it was all secluded to the lab. He never experimented on anyone. It was against him. But The Order had their hands on his neck and Palmira's. They will do what they wished. It was what they were. They gave him fiends- beings not entirely man, dolls, robots, everything and anything. He did what they asked him and when they thought he was successful, he would do them to Palmira next- he wanted to equip her with what they equipped themselves. He wanted her to be able to protect herself when the day comes. He loved her and he hoped The Order would not be able to sense it. He hoped and he was still hoping. What he used to take delight on was now making him suffer: the fact that he didn't need to be occult to do superhuman things. That he had science to lean on. He started doing the experiments on himself.
It's not enough that only Palmira can protect herself. I'll need to protect her, too, he would always think to himself. Fools and imbeciles, he would have thought if he were his old self. He could hear his old self laughing at them in silence because nobody would ever understand the glory he harvests for every success. Now I'm biting my elbow. The pride and the vanity. Curse it. The rush of being a youngster, curse it all! Florita left him because he was immersed in his study and his pretense. He didn't love her enough. And she didn't love him enough. Palmira was not a mistake. He was young but his daughter wasn't a mistake. He couldn't understand why Florita left her to him, knowing how he could fail at being her father. And with all the threats dangling by their front door. Oh, the abomination of me being a father! He used to say when he was younger. It was a joke. Now it was a bitter sentiment.

He picked up his phone and called Matteo, speaking in cryptic language, hoping he would understand. The Order bugged his phone, bugged his house. And he couldn't afford to send out any telepathic message with chance of being intercepted. Matteo knew what happened to his beloved Aveline, because the rain came. Both of them found her death hard to accept.



Palmira hurried to places. She crossed waters and earthen terrain in search of Azrael. She found it unfortunate that she couldn't feel things the way Aveline did. She could only hear thoughts, and so far, she could hear none of Azrael's.



She tried all the places she could think of, all the places but home.

Azrael's battery ran out. He needed to go home for the spare he had, hoping Aveline didn't stay up to wait for him. He wasn't ready for another breakout. He wasn't ready to apologize, though he wanted to so badly.

He was surprised to see the house with dead lights. Even the skylight was dead dark. The thought that his Nana left again played through his mind, and he rather liked the idea. He wasn't ready for another ordeal.

He dug his hands to his pocket and walked on. He walked towards the house. Feeling tense, he took them out and made a loose fist.




It was unusually quiet. He could smell a faint stench.

Azrael: That's weird.

He went to his room and got the battery. This was odd. Very odd. He gathered the courage to call out to his Nana.

Azrael: Nan?

Silence. He went to the kitchen. There was no food, nor plates laid on the table. A bite of worry attacked him.

Azrael: Nan will leave food even if she left. I'll have to search the house. Whatever it was he expected to find out, it wasn't what he saw.



Azrael: Nan? He couldn't believe his eyes. Can't be right. I'm seeing things. I haven't had sleep. I had a bad day. I'm having a bad day.

Azrael walked calmly towards Aveline. He was feeling shaky, his heart was pounding fast. It felt like it could tear open his chest. As he walked closer, he found it more difficult to breathe.



He wanted to black out. This wasn't real.

He reached out and touched her hand. Cold. Stiff.

Dead.


Azrael: Nan? He knew she wouldn't answer. He wanted to collapse. This isn't happening.

Azrael couldn't gather himself to speak, or call anyone. It was sad that he didn't know of the nature of the Hawkes' deaths- the one that happened when they left their body.

Azrael: Nana. Your eyes... They bled because the spirit left and never came back before its time came. It was the body crying for its spirit.

He touched to feel the socket. Nothing. Hollow. He wanted the earth to swallow him. It was sadder that he didn't know at all that he could leave his body behind, as well, to escape, to flee from the sorrow.

Azrael: Your hair. Why would- The hair had been one of the most important manifestation of power. Her jet-black hair dissipated into nature, because the spirit left. Earth takes away the body as it takes away the spirit, but the spirit is gone and wandering, without chance of true liberation.

He was too dumbfounded to cry. Too shocked to mourn. Someone from The Order had come here to search the house. They foresaw Aveline's response to a hostile presence. It was absurd, but they had.

Azrael reached out to touch her hand, a piece of paper fell out. Azrael picked it up and read, beneath the moonlight, in the dark. The writing was squibbly and cheap.


Azrael: Thank you for your patronage. They had taken important things from the house.

He looked at Aveline. Barefoot. She was dead. Has been for how long he's gone.

Azrael: Patronage? They dressed her with The Order's funeral clothes to send Matteo what may appear as their sincerest regrets. Azrael grew angry.



He couldn't get himself to touch her again. He doesn't know what she went through. Pain? There was no pain- she peacefully left her body at will, for purposes only she would know. But what did it matter, now she was dead. And he wasn't there.

Azrael: Nana. He started blaming himself. He collapsed, but fought it and didn't lose consciousness. He almost. There he knelt angry and desperate. Sorry that he wasn't there. That he had left her alone. I'm sorry. So sorry. Please. Please. He could plead forever; he could wish and pray that he could have stayed there and endured through the silence and coldness of the house, but it wasn't going to get her back.

Palmira exhausted Paradiso, and she herself was exhausted. She had to see Aveline, and now. Aveline who is most likely cold and waiting.



But she hoped to see that it wasn't true. That Aveline was still there, that Aveline was strong enough to face anything or anyone. But she saw Azrael- Azrael who doesn't know anything. She, herself didn't know what really happened. She blamed and cursed her father.


She ran. She ran to save him. She ran, hoping to save him.



The Mistress mourned to one of the graves. Like Aveline, he wasn't able to go back to her. Like Aveline, he's rooted in some world.



Azrael was never safe in Paradiso. What happened was a siren to The Order.

It begins.





If you'd notice, everyone has a different perspective. I hope that (and the entire story and where it's going) doesn't confuse and tire you, I just had to give each of them some kind of a role in the story. Hence, the multitude reactions and misunderstandings arising from this one event.

With that, I leave a question which I hope helps: Whose reaction is the reflection of what truly happened?
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 23- Losing Hope
« Reply #66 on: April 05, 2014, 02:33:41 PM »
Well then, I go away for a few days and come back to see you've killed off Nan.
I kid, my gosh that was intense.
This is very immersive, like a book I don't want to put down. I can't even begin to understand how this is all going to play out, and I don't really want to until it does. I can't wait to read more. :)

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair: Chapter 23- Losing Hope
« Reply #67 on: April 10, 2014, 07:12:49 AM »
Well then, I go away for a few days and come back to see you've killed off Nan.
I kid, my gosh that was intense.
This is very immersive, like a book I don't want to put down. I can't even begin to understand how this is all going to play out, and I don't really want to until it does. I can't wait to read more. :)

Thanks, Livvie. As of the moment, I'm having a block.  :-X

Thanks to everyone supporting this story so far!
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 24- This Girl
« Reply #68 on: April 17, 2014, 02:43:54 AM »
I tried so hard to capture a lightning scene, but it eludes me. To think I've been at it for days.

I wish I could do better by you,
'cause that's what you deserve
You sacrifice so much of your life
In order for this to work.

While I'm off chasing my own dreams
Sailing around the world
Please know that I'm yours to keep
My beautiful girl

When you cry a piece of my heart dies
Knowing that I may have been the cause
If you were to leave
Fulfill someone else's dreams
I think I might totally be lost
You don't ask for no diamond rings no delicate string of pearls
That's why I wrote this song to sing
My beautiful girl


This Girl
Beautifully painted by City and Colour

"A, wake up!" Azrael felt a gentle shake in his shoulders. He tried to open his eyes, but all that he saw was a blur. A weak smile crept to his face when he smelled Palmira's faint summer scent, but he fell back to sweet sedation. "A!"



Nothing. It was darkness again. He woke up feeling thick air wrap against him, but went to a trance. Azrael could barely tell where he was, or what he was doing, but he felt light and funny.

It's been years since, and through those years, he's seen his brother trapped and entangled in an intricate web of lies. Aveline entrusted Azrael to this woman, Palmira. She seems to genuinely care for Azrael. But- he trailed off and looked out the window.



Garrett, a secret voice pulled him away from reverie. This sweet voice accompanied him all these years. A voice who wasn't just a voice- not the voice that haunted Azrael until he shut himself from her, or her from him; not the voice that promised to plague their youngest brother, Carver, throughout his life. Her life, Garrett. Stubborn and narrow-minded Carver is no more. Your brother's learned to love, yet he's still to learn to ask for forgiveness. Her words rang of sincerity and wisdom. They've both seen what his brothers have been through, what they've seen, and felt. What they knew, and didn't.



Of course. Carver Hawke is no more. I've lost my brother. He sighed, but he was relieved. He's embraced the change that daunted him, he brought his fingers to his lips.

Has he really? Her question, her manner of asking disturbed the peace that took him so long to achieve. Was she talking about Carver, or his almost demented brother, Azrael? Garrett, let your brothers go.

Garrett turned to face the door. There stood Celestina, his little Celestia- a being part of the dragon queen, a part of her that she left him when she ascended. He could hear her very words that day, This is the end, Garrett. This is the end. You'll see no more of me. But take her. Take this beautiful child, but expect her to be different. She will be trapped in that body forever, she will always ask. She knows nothing about the world. I leave her to you. Love her.



True to her word, Celestia never appeared again, and it left Garrett devastated. The power she gave him was not enough to search for her and Aveline. Decay and transmutation. Decay and heightened senses were useless. He needed her answers. He needed her now, more than any day.

Impossible, he started to pace back and forth, past and by the treacherous flame that struggled to break free from the fireplace. Impossible.



Your brothers, why do you love them? She cocked her head to the side. All these years of watching you, and I still don't understand. I don't understand what your kind call "feelings" and what they're for. They only seem to hurt you.

He touched her cheek lightly, Celestia was right. You were bound to ask questions. Celestina took her seat near the door.



Garrett thought of his past- his early years with his brothers and their older sister, Aveline. His family, his mother Hysteria, and father Abaddon, whose name meant to destroy. Azrael, you were supposed to bring death. Death to The Order and its corruption. That's why mother gave you that name. You were chosen by The Fates.

Your brother, he- Celestina reached to touch Garrett's hand. She felt, and she felt frightened of what was to come.

He didn't hear her. Whose death are you to bring now? Garrett clicked his tongue. Carver was trapped in a cycle of rebirth. Azrael in ignorance. Whose death are you going to bring, now that you're back to remembering nothing?

Garrett, I'm scared. She could see darkness wrap around Garrett.

There, there, Celestina. Getting scared is feeling. He paused, remembering something. Scaring you was the one thing I swore I wouldn't do. I guess I failed. He let out a sound to mock himself. He let out a regretful laugh.

You're not going to do something, are you? Celestina was still a child. Her confidence and maturity vanished in an instant.

This is what it's like to feel, Celestina. And no, he tightened his hand around her little hand, I'm sorry. But I'll need to do something. I've watched all these years. It's time to do something. Garrett put Celetsina to bed and left.

He vanished and appeared in the catacomb. His haven and his foothold. His home when he wanted to be alone.

He gathered all the family artifacts he could muster and stashed them in a secret place. He managed to track everyone who dared touch his sister and retrieved the secrets, the book that The Order stole from the house in Paradiso. He retrieved everything that he could, even risking himself getting discovered in Bridgeport.



Aveline is gone now, and I can't find her.

He took the book that his grandfather wrote, which opened only blank pages. What did this book have that The Order wanted? Celestia didn't tell him everything. She didn't foresee this happening; Garrett hungering for answers, Garrett trying to protect everyone by himself. Celestia should know. But Celestia can help him no more. She's gone and joined the earth, absorbed into a keeper that was like his mother. Celestia joined the keeper of Monte Vista, the Scythe of the West.

His mother was the keeper of all, until she loved and left, until she turned her back on carrying everyone's death. It was when The Fates weaved and The Earth birthed to four keepers, three of which have surrendered to Hysteria in her return. But the youngest, the stubborn one, refused to go back and join her. The Scythe of the West delighted in death and the power it gave her. She refused to acknowledge Hysteria's return.

Nobody but Hysteria knows.


Garrett replaced the book in the shelf, among others. Among bookshelf others.



Garrett! It was Celestina, she screamed. He immediately flew to see her. Garrett, stay. Please stay.



Celestina, what's wrong? She was deteriorating. She was dying. With Celestia's death, she had no more source to tap.

I'm going to die. I'm going to die. His little girl was crying. She wasn't his, but the years taught him. Celestina became his sister, his daughter, his best friend. Garrett, she was shaking.



But Celestia is immortal. he thought to himself. This must mean... This must be why I can't find her now. He cursed himself for being weak and wielding power years late. I'm sorry Celestia, he prayed to her and looked at the little girl that cowered in his arms. I'm sorry, Celestina. I'm sorry.

He can't stand watching her fear what she doesn't know. She had no concept of death, and he can't watch her suffer.

What he chose to do next broke his heart. Whether he had a choice or not eluded him. He kissed her forehead goodnight. Goodnight, Celestina. He touched and hugged her until she withered away.



Garrett looked outside Celestina's window. Goodnight, Celestina. Goodbye.



It rained hard that night, like the nightmare of long ago. It was his mother sending for Celestina. It was his mother sending him her own tears.

In the days that followed, Garrett remained somber. I'm sorry, Celestina. I'm sorry love. Rest. He sat Eli in Celestina's favorite seat, the wolf toy that she loved so much, and watched the flame with him. Garrett watched his brothers with Eli.



He clenched his hand as he faced the fire.

He saw Palmira.

He saw Azrael.

They were happy.




He stood up and brought Eli close to him. He held Eli and watched him crumble and die away. Eli tore and fell until he was no more.
Rest.

Celestina's death made Garrett lose control.



He stayed away from the catacombs after that day. The catacombs had stigma that comforted him. But he stayed away.



He decided to dig her grave in that form.



Buried what remained of her, and wept for her.



It was like Celestina sensing his suffering. She offered him relief.



Relief from the burden that always threatens to come again. It was temporary.



Azrael and Carver were both in Sunlit Tides. It's time big brother arranged a reunion.

Lightning lit the weeping night that spread over Midnight Hollow. Soon, the soil dried. It stopped raining in Midnight Hollow.



Well, then. I guess the Hawkes have their own set of instabilities.  :P

And, that concludes it! See you at III!
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 24- This Girl
« Reply #69 on: April 17, 2014, 03:03:40 AM »
I realized how I don't have a decent photo of Garrett in the chapter, so here it is.

Yes, this pose is intended to make up for what I lacked. As for Carver [His male Hawke form], it's going to take a while until that kiddo makes an appearance. I can't promise.

Someone actually downloaded this off imgur. I LOL'ed.

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 24- This Girl
« Reply #70 on: April 17, 2014, 06:29:34 AM »
I'm sorry, everyone! I haven't kept track of my bandwidth use. And I'm not exactly willing to upgrade, so it might take a while as I'll be moving some files. It resets on the 30th. That's 13 days from now. Sorry!
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: Notice
« Reply #71 on: April 26, 2014, 03:14:06 AM »
Erm. I'm currently having problems finding an image hosting site (which I can use), so even if I'm itching to upload the next chapter I can't.  :'(

Bear with me.
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I, Iridessa: 3rd [What happens at home]

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

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Hawke Revival: 26th [Hale Bonding]

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair: Chapter 25- Inaudible Melodies
« Reply #72 on: April 26, 2014, 04:55:04 AM »
I'm actually just after the title.


And just slow down everyone
You're moving too fast


Inaudible Melodies
When you feel that you're left behind, Jack Johnson

Hysteria Witcher-Hawke whispered for the winds to come. The air had been unrelentingly still. It became unsettling for Hysteria. It became unsettling even for the True Mayfair Witch. The realm was unceasingly getting into a deeper turmoil with her condition, The Order's ambitions, and her sons and daughter's fates. She sent for the other dragons, pleading, dressed in her guise as one of The Order's overseers. She had no chance, nor time to be in her funeral clothes. Hysteria had neither time, nor chance to mourn the loss of her loved ones. Even if I had, it was but brief, words of sorrow inaudible to all but those who possessed power.

Hysteria was slowly breaking down, carrying herself out and into the realm had become increasingly difficult for her. It became harder, and she took more effort and time to do what she had to do. With the realm dying, she was dying, too. Her power had depended on the realm. The realm's life was her life, and it's only lasting for so long.
Would I not see my grandchildren gathered together before I rest? She laughed weakly. Her dark humor had been carried down the bloodline.

She thought about Abaddon Hawke, the only Hawke who had no grain of power, and the Hawke she had loved more than Zarall. Abaddon was so named to destroy The Order. Such a lovely name, she would always whisper to him in his sleep, but Abaddon understood none of it. He married a woman enigmatic and almost always cryptic. Despite the mystery, despite her refusal to reveal her past, sweetness had not failed to bare its fangs and to sink into his soul. You're most lovely, he would answer should he wake. Our children are as lovely, and he would fall back into his slumber.

I miss you, love. I miss you dearly, Hysteria sent him her love.

She listened to the hopes Garrett sent her. She listened to the cry of her son.



Garret lay almost dead on the bed. He changed Celestina's sheets into the gray that appeases his tormented soul. He thought about her and how he failed to use the power the dragon queen gave him. But whatever he did, he couldn't die. He both loved and hated Celestia for that. And he misses his mother and her soothing lullaby. He wishes she could sing to her now, because Celestina wasn't there to cure his loneliness. He wishes to tell his mother how he knows, but not everything. He wishes to tell her that he needs her to tell him, because Celestia was no longer there. For so long he wandered worlds through worlds. He could still do so now, but he was stuck- he didn't know what to do.



Days ago he stayed cooped in her room, and did what he did best: mourn. Celestina was the sweetest girl, despite the questions she can ask, and how cruel they can be in bringing back memories he never had, in reminding him of what Celestia's told him before she left to ascend. He thought about how he needed to leave Midnight Hollow for his siblings. But he couldn't leave Celestina's memories in their home to be eaten away by time and emptiness. Garrett was afraid of losing the comfort this mansion offered. He was afraid to step out of the void that he created since Celestia left.

Garret, The Fates chose your brother. Do not blame your mother for any of this. He would mumble, whenever he thought about the other things that Celestia told him. He loved Celestia, she was every woman to him, but all she gave him were sad gazes when she thought he wasn't looking. Celestia wasn't for him, and he wasn't for Celestia. I'm not for anybody.



His thoughts wandered to the past, back to when Matteo saved Aveline's remains and kept her safe and away from the eyes and grasp of The Order. He didn't know how long he could keep his cover, because he was breaking down himself. He didn't know if The Order was turning a blind eye on him because he was elite, or he was using him for their plans. Eitherway, he savored the peace they gave him when Aveline died. Then he disappeared. Garrett didn't know where he vanished to. Garrett doesn't know that he has a niece, that he has a beautiful niece, Quillaia. Their mother had cloaked the entire island to protect his daughter and her family, and hiding them even from the eyes of who can help them, because it was the only thing that she could do for them. And it didn't last. The security she hoped for them hadn't lasted.



Garrett delved deeper and found himself happy for Azrael. Still, he would weep at how he's ignorant and oblivious of everything, when it was him that The Fates have chosen, when it was him that Aveline tried so hard to protect. When it was only him that their mother had gone to see. Garrett hoped for their mother's voice, her touch. Garrett longed for their father's wit and whims.

He spun a story in his disheveled mind.

A love story ago, a man, Abaddon and a woman, Hysteria, met. The woman staged to meet the man, still holding the secrets of her past love, his grandfather, Zarall.

Hysteria was daughter of The Fates, woven and spun from their lives. The Earth breathed life into her, and gave her sole responsibility of keeping the order in every realm. She was longer than time itself. She was as old as the oldest realm, and she enjoyed looking at the people through the mild water from the falls. She liked to listen to the voices that echoed from every drop of rain that falls into the The Forest. She was the story in every young witch's dreams, she was the legend and myth. She was the truth they couldn't see. She was The Mayfair Witch. But it wasn't for forever.

Zarall was a lonely wizard. Where there were people, he kept away. Where there were feasts, he fled. He preferred his solitude and his dragons. Everyone knew that. The Order knew that, and they wanted his power.

Hysteria grew fond of this lonely man she chanced upon in one of her vicarious adventures through realms. She learned to love this man, she learned to understand his loneliness, and she has seen how an order named after her in its vanity had used witches and men alike for their end.

The Order used witches to tap into the Hawke bloodline. But none had survived. They died before a child could be born, and the child died with them. Until they heard of Zarall's insanity. They couldn't see Hysteria, they didn't see their love. And when they cast away the insanity by blinding him, they cast away their love. And they brought Esther out of her magical prison for their purposes. Esther was the woman in the painting in the consignment shop. Esther was the same woman framed in Aveline's room. And Esther was their great-grandmother. She alone had been able to withstand the changes that happened in her as the seed grew to become a child. Esther was the one who found out the clockworks behind the deaths of witches, and she was the one who found out how to survive it, how to use the Hawkes and siphon the power to the child-bearing witch. The result of which was death- Zarall's death. And the birth of Raziel and the Order haunting.

Hysteria watched all of this happen and only wept. But time passed and she intervened with The Order. She was there when Shannan came in the rain, with child, in her spirit form.

Then the right moment came. She ventured out and tasted life for the second time, with the black of her hair faded with time. With her power continuously growing.



Garrett sighed. Great-grandmother Esther. Great-grandfather Zarall. Grandfather Raziel and Grandmother Shannan. Azrael. Palmira.

His mind ventured into one of Azrael's happy moments.



Into happier moments.



Pure happiness.



Moments which can turn tragic upon the birth of the next Hawke.



Father was the only one; Grandfather Raziel skipped through Dad. Garrett went to see Celestina for the last time.






Again, Hysteria Witcher isn't my sim. She's Helena Snowqueen by Pralensims from TSR. Kudos to her!
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 25- Inaudible Melodies
« Reply #73 on: April 26, 2014, 01:34:11 PM »
Woah! So now Palmira and Azrael are married?!
This story is getting so intense! WHAT in the world happens upon the birth of the next child - because if Palmira falls ill or dies we may have to warn people that Palmira does NOT make a good spouse as this is double proof that she's too frail to bring on the next generation.  ::)
Heh, I kid.
I'm really excited, I just want to keep reading! :)

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Re: Blood of the Mayfair: Chapter 25- Inaudible Melodies
« Reply #74 on: April 26, 2014, 07:14:06 PM »
I love your screenshots ... they are so dramatic! Now I'm extremely curious to see what happens with the next Hawke.

 

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