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Seeing Double; attn. Sienna & Jethro
Topic Started: Jan 24 2011, 11:37 PM (425 Views)
Arielle

sorry, wrong account.
Edited by Arielle, Feb 10 2011, 02:49 AM.
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((ooc: sorry, this is so long and rather dark. I had a terrible day and I kind of vented my frustrations into Kameron's reply. P.S. Do you two think it would easier to keep the twins on separate posts or to just move Keira's posts over here as well to keep them running at the same time? I'd let Jethro and Sienna answer in between the two))



Kameron smiled as she closed the door behind her pained looking lover. She figured he'd get a scolding or have to promise to replant the bushes. She hoped Sienna went easy on him, he hadn't meant to roast the greenery. It was out of her hands now Kameron thought heading back towards her office. That stack of paperwork wasn't going to answer itself and delaying it wouldn't make it any easier.

As she meandered towards her office she let her mind wander as well. Perhaps she could talk Jethro into escorting her downtown later to buy some of her favourite pastries, it would be nice to go for a walk with him, she thought idly. And she didn't want to hide in the Palace from Keira forever, Shalador was her home now. Besides, even Keira wasn't insane enough to approach Jethro and Kameron together. She was a little proud of herself for wanting to stand up to Keira's shadow. She smiled to herself as she rounded the last corner before her office.

A local young Priestess was pacing anxiously in her office. The young woman's walk betrayed her agitation and Kameron noticed she was nervously wringing her hands together, something had to be wrong. Kameron picked up her pace. The young Priestess Mira noticed Kameron's approach and hurried to her meet her at the well-oiled doors. “Mira, what's wrong?” Kameron asked sensing the distress from the apprentice like a fine buzzing in the air. The girl had not descended yet and her Birthright was lighter than Kameron's Rose, and she was making no effort to shield her emotions. Mira let out a little sob, and began pouring out a tale of teenage woe.

It seemed Mira's best friend Genii, another apprentice at the Altar, had been seeing a handsome older Warlord that had just moved to town a few weeks ago and he had convinced her to run away from home with him. Desperately Mira had come seeking Kameron's help, she begged Kameron to come talk to Genii before she could run off. Kameron's first instinct had been to summon both Genii and this Warlord to her office but Mira begged her not to. Mira was sure that Kameron could talk some sense into enamoured young Priestess since she had spoken to her before on matters of love and Genii respected Kameron a great deal. Kameron was torn between concern and exasperation at the the drama the two young apprentices seemed to create. Kameron quickly scribbled a note for Jethro or Sienna, whoever came looking for her first, explaining that a situation had arisen and that she would be back shortly. Then she headed for the Altar where the girls were staying while they apprenticed.

An hour later would find her striding back towards the Palace wondering if she speak to the girls mentor about keeping a closer eye on them. As she passed the little bakery she had hoped to visit with Jethro later the smell of freshly baked sweet called to her like a siren's call and she guiltily ducked into the place with the intention of sneaking an early pastry. Delicious scents enveloped her and she breathed deeply. After the stress of the morning she deserved a treat didn't she? Squatting down she critiqued a shelf of puffed pastries drizzled in caramel and chocolate. A dark rumbling chuckle echoed from above and behind her and she turned while still hunched down expecting to look up and see Jethro or perhaps one of the other males from the palace that knew her love of sweet's rivalled her lover's.

While the dark honey coloured eyes that she met were as familiar to her as Jethro's blue eyes the feeling they inspired were polar opposite. Fear froze her in her place, and whatever she had been intending to say got caught in her throat. Blankly her mind registered Keira's smug smirk as she clung to the Prince's lean arm and gazed down on her paralysed twin's horror. Kameron had thought seeing Keira in Shalador had been the very worst thing that could happen but know she knew that Keira had managed to find the one person she wanted to see even less than her competitive sister. Last time it had taken Sasha's interference to protect her from Galen's control. Her brother's strength had offered her safety from her ex-lover's abusive domination of her life. But Kameron still sometimes had nightmares of the atrocities she had suffered in the name of her foolish young love of this sadistic man. And his eyes shone with a fury and hatred of her that spoke volumes of the pain he wished to inflict on her.

Time had clearly not been kind to Galen. He had aged beyond his years. The smooth clean cut looks he had been so proud of before where gone. His hair was longer and mused in a roguish style. Stubble decorated his chin and his clothing was far more simple than anything she had every seen him wear before. His eyes were still arrogant and his lips still curled up in the vain sneer she had mistaken for wry humour before. The warning glint in eyes kept her from screaming as he none-to-gently yanked her to her feet. “When your sister wrote to me and told me that you were the High Priestess of Shalador I thought she had to have gone mad. But you have come far my dear, while my family and I have been reduced to near squalor by your vindictive brother's machinations against us. I ought to wring your neck right here and now,” he hissed clearly blaming her for the circumstances he found himself in.

His words were as biting as his fingers as they dug into her arm. She couldn't help looking to Keira in heartbroken disbelief at even she would stoop so low as to bring Galen here. Keira was almost aglow. Galen shook her sharply calling her attention back to him. “You ruined my life and now you're going to fix it,” he growled forcing her backwards. Kameron gaped at him confused, what did he think she could do? “You are going to write your brother and have him lift the ban he placed on my father's import license, whoever he bribed to levy the false charges against it can be bribed to recant their testimony.” Kameron nearly laughed hysterically at his orders. Sasha wasn't stupid, if she sent that request he'd demand the reason for it. He'd see through any lie she tried to tell him, and with his wealth there was very little information he couldn't pay to have found out for him.

Once he learned that Galen was in Shalador and that Keira was here as well he'd put two and two together. If Jethro didn't kill Galen for threatening her Sasha surely would come to Shalador to do it himself. Of course the difference was Jethro would probably kill Keira as well and Sasha would simply buy Keira off and send her on her way with her new riches and a warning to cut her off once and for all if she bothered Kameron again. Then of course he'd berate Kameron for needing to be saved again. Kameron cringed as she pictured what the disdain in her older siblings once loving eyes would be like. Did Galen really believe Sasha would just make everything right for him and never ask any questions? No one held a grudge like Sasha, the Sapphire Jewelled Warlord Prince would pick the Rose-Jewelled Prince a part for defying his warnings to stay way from his sisters. Assuming there was anything left to pick apart if Jethro found out first about today.

Forcing herself to stare Keira in the eye Kameron shook her head, “you know that Sasha won't do what he wants. You're going to get him killed.” Galen's head whipped around and he glared murderously at her twin. “She's lying, Sasha loves our baby sister. How quickly was he at your door after she ran to him and lied about you before.” Keira coaxed him, counting on his hatred of Sasha and Kameron to be stronger than his common sense. “If Sasha doesn't kill him you think Jethro won't kill you both?” Kameron replied trying to impress the seriousness of this course of action on the bitter Prince. Keira turned on her viciously, “you would never let him kill me and we both know it. And I'll bet he doesn't even know about Galen even now after you told him about me and Sasha.”

Kameron paled, she hadn't been able to bring herself to ever tell anyone about Galen since that night she had confessed how she had been living with him to Sasha. She could still feel the sting of the cuts, bruises and raw scrapes from that last night she had spent under the “protective shelter” of his roof. The humiliation and shame at letting herself be reduced to something almost less than an animal was too deep. Even now she hated herself every time her memories came close to surfacing. She couldn't bear to see the same disgust in Jethro's eyes that she had for herself when she remembered how she'd let Galen break her down to mere property. Kameron had worked too hard to reclaim her life and leave that all behind her, she didn't allow herself to consider those years as being a part of her life anymore.

At last she understood the threat Galen was holding above her. If she didn't do as he demanded he would tell Jethro about the things he had done to her, that she had let him do. Of course he wasn't dumb enough to walk in and strike up a conversation with her powerful new lover but Kameron had no doubt that he had written down some of the worst things in graphic detail. The idea of anyone reading those nightmares that still haunted her was too much, especially Jethro. Keira had chosen her weapon well, being this close to Galen had Kameron's skin crawling with unwanted memories. “I'll write the letter,” she promised weakly tears welling in her eyes. Galen shoved her back having gotten what he came for and then him and Keira strolled out of the bakery like nothing had happened.

Kameron brushed the moisture from her eyes. The next few minutes passed in a haze, she returned to the Palace and numbly walked up to her and Jethro's suite. A scalding hot shower still couldn't completely erase the feel of Galen's grip on her skin, but she knew only time would help. She felt as helpless as she had before and she hated it. How could she still be so weak after how far she had come? The only people she believed cared about her enough to help her were the last two she wanted to know the depths she'd fallen too. Jethro and Sienna would help her, but could they still look at her with anything but pity and revulsion after she told them the last dark secret she had been holding on to?

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Sienna looked up from her paperwork at the knock on her study door. “Come in.” she called absently and went back to her papers. She heard the scuffle at the door and glanced up to see her High Priestess shoving her First Escort through the door before disappearing behind it once more. She immediately moved into irritated witch mode, glaring daggers at the temperamental Warlord Prince in front of her. He started babbling about the bushes in the garden and that he’d replace them if she liked before asking if Kameron had informed her about the twin sister. Sienna nodded and Jethro continued on his rant. She could see the emotions brought about by the memories of Jethro’s dear wife Shannon flashing through his eyes as he spoke.

We are going to let Kameron handle it. She knows her twin better than anyone.” Sienna soothed, calmly approaching her volatile Warlord Prince. “And as for my poor defenseless shrubs,” she paused, with a playful glare “You and Caleb will replace them.” She stated. “I’m sure I can find some reason as to why Caleb needs to help you. I’m sure Luc would enjoy it too, and it’ll be an excuse to get the three of you out of my hair for a day or two.” She laughed. She chuckled lightly at his response.

“Lets go inspect the damage in my poor garden and then how about you take me into town to the bakery and we’ll get some sweets for the little man and some breakfast for us.” Sienna suggested. Jethro readily agreed and Sienna linked her arm with his and drug him downstairs. As they walked through the gardens Jethro pointed out what he wanted to do to repair the damage.

The Queen and her First Escort exited her gardens and made their way down the drive into town. As they walked through the streets the people that lived and worked there greeted them and they waved and answered greetings as they went along. They entered the bakery and Sienna froze. The entire bakery stank of fear and self-loathing, Kameron’s fear. “Jethro,” she said warily. “Something’s happened.” She murmured. Jethro worriedly asked what was wrong but she waved him away. “Give me a moment. Let me ask the walls.” She murmured absently as she approached the nearest wall to lay her hand on it. She allowed the memories flow from the wall through her mind’s eye. “We need to return to the Manor, immediately.” She said finally. “Kameron needs us.”

Sienna was swept out of the bakery and hurried through the streets by her now distraught Warlord Prince who was desperate to return to his lover. They entered the Manor and hurried up the stairs before she turn toward him and lay a hand on his chest. “Let me talk to her first.” She soothed. “Calm your temper and your fears before you see her. She’s frightened, and the last thing she needs is to be frightened of you.”

Jethro nodded solemnly and allowed Sienna to enter the suite alone. “Kameron?” she murmured quietly. She heard the shower running and so approached the bathing chamber door. “Kam, darling, are you alright?” she called again. She slipped through the door and approached the shower where she could see the Priestess ruthlessly scrubbing her skin. “Kam, Kam honey, stop.” She soothed, stilling the woman’s hands. The woman’s arms went limp as Sienna pulled the wash cloth out of her hands. “Come on honey,” she encouraged, holding out a towel for the older woman to dry off with.

“I know what happened, I saw.” Sienna murmured. “It doesn’t matter what he did to you, we still love you. Jethro loves you. He doesn’t care where you came from or what you’ve done. You have no reason to fear him.” She said as the Priestess curled into herself. “He’s waiting outside. He’s worried. I haven’t told him anything that is something you need to tell him.”
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Jethro walked with Sienna through the gardens, telling her where he was planning on replanting the bushes he had destroyed the day before. The two of them finished assessing the damage, then went into the village and to the bakery they both enjoyed visiting. As soon as they stepped inside, however, Jethro could feel a sense of…wrongness. Fear. Sienna said, ”Jethro, something’s happened.”

Jethro made a swift plunge to the depths of his power, then rose just as quickly to the killing edge. Sienna used the Hourglass Craft to pull the story from the walls, then without explaining what she saw, insisted that they return to the Manor immediately. Fully alert, Jethro escorted her back to the house, every sense alert for an attack. They reached the Manor without incident, then headed straight for Kameron’s suite. Sienna stopped Jethro at the door and requested that he wait outside and let her talk to Kam first. Jethro didn’t like that idea one bit, but he assented and let Sienna enter alone.

Jethro hated waiting. He paced back and forth, up and down the hall outside Kam’s door, impatience mixing with his aggression, still on the killing edge. Not knowing exactly what had happened made things even worse. He had had enough. He stormed down the hall away from Kam’s door, his boots making a heavy thudding sound as he stalked downstairs. As he reached the front door, Luc came running towards him.

”Uncle Jethro!” he yelled. ”Can I come too?”

The child’s voice cut through the haze of Jethro’s bloodlust and dragged him back from the killing edge. Jethro stopped, took a deep breath. “Sure, kiddo. You can come too.”

He scooped Luc up and swung the boy to his shoulders, then the two of them walked out into the front yard. At Luc’s insistence, Jethro set him on the ground, then called in a ball and tossed it to Luc. The two of them stayed outside, throwing the ball back and forth, until Jethro had fully regained his calm.

After a little while, Jethro heard the front door open and looked around. Kameron was there, still wet from a shower, her skin a bright pink as if from a severe scrubbing. She walked out of the Manor and hesitantly went up to Jethro. He gave her a gentle smile, then folded her into his arms. Glancing over to Luc, he nodded in the direction of the house, and the youngster went inside looking for his mother.

Jethro held Kameron, letting her cry against his chest, then he spoke. "Kam, honey, whatever is wrong, I'm here. I don't care what happened before. I only want you to be safe and happy for as long as I'm around." He hesitated, not wanting to push her too far, but he decided he had to know. "What happened at the bakery?"
Edited by Jethro Rayne, Feb 22 2011, 12:45 PM.
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Kameron shook in Jethro's arms wanting to believe that he could truly be as accepting as he promised he would be. For several minutes she simply let herself bask in the familiarity of his aftershave and the dark scent that was strictly his. She trusted him and here with him now she felt safer. Jethro was her home now, and he would understand. Giving into the urge she smiled up at him trying to reassure him that she was okay, or at least she was going to be. He didn't seem to impressed with her effort and she sniffled making her tears cease dripping down her cheeks. The fragrant air of the nearby garden was soothing too and she let it's calming influence wash over her. Sienna and Jethro both cared for her and could be trusted, Kameron finally relaxed enough to quit shaking.

Taking a deep breath she lead Jethro to a wooden bench tucked in a little alcove created by a group of thick hedge bushes and tugged him down beside her. This was going to be hard but she had to explain who Galen was before he would understand why seeing him here would upset her so. She feared how angry Keira's treachery was going to make him but she had to tell him what had happened. And she needed to know that he understood how afraid she was and that she wanted him to promise to protect her. His strength could protect her and make her feel safe once again. Wiping her eyes she took another deep breath and began her story.

She spilled the story of how she had been skillfully seduced by Galen in her youth and how his tender charm had dissolved into cruel domination. She told him of Keira's desire for Galen and how furiously she sulked and scorned Kameron for the duration of their relationship. Kameron explained how Galen controlled her every move and thought for nearly two years. She spared Jethro the worst of the abuses she had suffered but still conveyed the fear she had lived in under Galen's mask of love. When at last she had summoned the courage to go to her older brother for his help she'd nearly reached the point of breaking under the strain of Galen's cruelty. And in one night Sasha had chased the monster right out of the province, berating her for getting herself into the whole situation in the first place.

Then she explained how she had snuck into the bakery with the intent of purchasing a treat for herself today. The moment she'd looked up and met the glares of Keira and Galen, and how her heart had skipped a beat in terror. She told him of Galen's demands that she write to Sasha and have him lift the bans he placed on Galen's family business. The shaking returned as she recounted the blazing hatred in Galen's eyes when he'd seen her again. Absentmindedly she rubbed her arm where Galen had gripped her so tightly to pull her to her feet. It was sore and she prayed to the darkness that she would not bruise. Suddenly she realized Jethro was giving her a keen look and she dropped her hand, if he knew Galen had laid his hands on her his fury would know no bounds.

As it was she could feel Jethro's body becoming more and more tense beside her. To his credit he did kept his jewel power under control and did not raze anymore bushes to the ground. She could feel his fury none the less. What she was going to say next wasn't going to help his temper. “Jethro, I need you to promise not to hurt Keira unless it's absolutely necessary,” she pleaded. “She's my sister, no matter what else happens I can't let her get hurt if there is any other way for us to deal with her.” It was too much to ask but she had to try. They were twins after all, Kameron would always wish for her and Keira to one day be able to reconcile. Of course the chances of that happening where just about non-existent. But her conniving twin was no kin to Jethro and he no doubt would have far less patience with her games, perhaps he already had no patience left already.

Whatever happened now, Keira had brought it upon herself.


((ooc: Are we all agreed that this thread is wrapped up now? I will post a new one called "Poetic Irony" with Keira to continue the story if we are.))
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