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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:42:27 GMT -8
"I'm going flying." She told them, when she saddled Terryn and swung up into the griffon's saddle. "I do not require an escort, thank you." She told them when they offered to accompany her. The tone of her voice was enough to dissuade them from offering a second time.
"Up Terryn!" She commanded, hoisting upwards on the saddle straps, urging the large male griffon into the air. His wings spread and he leapt from the ground, spreading his wings and beating them furiously until he caught an updraft that carried them into the sky.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:42:49 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo was a plotted meticulous chess player, intoxication on this level meant a distraction was needed for one whose mind will never stop churning. He snickered as he looked down at himself. He rubbed his temples. The show was just that, Mordred sat up and turned his cup over on it's head, letting the contents go. He stood up and exhaled deeply.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:43:00 GMT -8
The sense of relief that washed over her once she was airborne was nearly immediate. Alone with only her griffon for company, a silent companion who intuitively seemed to understand her without speaking a word. Flights were few and far between as of late, and as she closed her eyes and focused on the wind blowing through her hair Laelia was determined to ensure that she never went so long between flights again.
She leaned forward and affectionately ruffled the feathers on Terryn's right shoulder. "Ahh. I've missed this my dear friend." Terryn glanced over his shoulder at her and trilled before focusing on his direction.
With the light pressure of her knee against the griffon's right side, she urged him to make a slow bank right and soon enough she was out of Capital airspace, flying over the water. They needed to speak freely and the only place she could do that was on Mordred's home turf. He had the advantage in the Carrion Lands, and that alone made her somewhat uneasy. But it couldn't be avoided.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:43:14 GMT -8
Mordred would have told Laelia he wanted no advantage over her if he knew her thoughts. He was tired. Indeed they needed to finally speak freely. He became the Mordred of legend. Adorned in black, feared, capable of mortifying the populace simply by existing & detested since conception. The fear lasted longer. Carrion would be rebuilt. Emotion tormented him as almost numbly he stepped back out onto the balcony that gave him the best vantage of the expanse of ash before him....
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:43:25 GMT -8
In the distance Mordred would soon see a figure approaching in the sky. The closer it drew, the clearer the identity of the lone rider became. The golden feathers of the griffon and the platinum hair of the rider. Soon, the General Queen was in sight, searching for an appropriate place to land.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:44:21 GMT -8
He would nod and with a word seal the Carrion Lands off to all but Monet, Amrite, Lyf and Zephyr. Laelia would feel her connection to any and everything she valued dampened but still there,. It was a crass display of ability , but one he hoped she would realize as a gesture of his desperation and needing just to be able to explain for once. "Monet, hear me.." he stated aloud wanting his twin to know everything exchanged with the woman they both knew intimately.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:44:33 GMT -8
She felt the closing off of various connections and was not particularly alarmed. In fact she appreciated it. Laelia was not so dependent on connections as many in Tyran appeared to be and preferred not to use them at all if she could avoid it.
Terryn came to a graceful landing on the ground, prancing until he came to a final stop. When the griffon hunkered down, Laelia swung out of the saddle and hopped to the ground. "Good boy, Terryn." She patted his neck. "Stay here."
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:44:48 GMT -8
Mordred would meet the Queen on equal footing. Symbolic respect, he knew Laelia would not have appreciated anyone lording over her awaiting her arrival. One of the many reasons the twins became fascinated by her. He would for the sake of being her baby daddy though take his own time to get to where she waited. He composed himself, no one meant more to him than Monet, no one meant more to Monet than Laelia. It was a complex triangle of emotion but something non of them could deny, Zephyr was proof. He would step from the estate, "why are you waiting to come in?" He asked Laelia once she landed.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:45:00 GMT -8
Laelia turned as Mordred exited the manor and her head canted while she regarded him for a long moment. "My apologies for keeping you waiting." The corner of her mouth turned upwards though her tone remained dry and even despite the jest. "I wanted to be sure there was no dracolich laying in wait to eat me first." Humour. She was horrible at it. But she was making an effort to get better at it these days.
And then she approached, sure footed as she watched him. "I came Mordred." Laelia said with a quiet exhale. "What more can I say?"
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:45:15 GMT -8
He stopped "i didn't ask you to say anything...you are here, that say's enough." he stood in front of her...an unspoken something was offered, "No issues at the Capital? He asked as he held the door to the inner confines of the estate. It was no castle but she would know if anywhere else she was secure, this would be the place. She would notice something abut him not quit what she may have been used to a quaint familiarity. Why not...
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:45:33 GMT -8
"No, no current issues." She agreed with a nod and stepped through the door into the estate. She noticed his demeanor was not usual. The evening before while in her dungeon he had been all confidence and winks. Now that she had come here of her own volition he seemed awkward, almost nervous. Or perhaps it was only the transference of her own emotion onto him.
"Have you found everything in order here since your return?" She gestured to the area around them.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:45:52 GMT -8
Mordred offhandedly stated, "It's irrelevant..." He realized he had forgone his manners. Wait was this Mordred, no this WAS Mordred, the woman(Laelia) gave him a child..."An unspoken apology. He turned again to look at her, what could have been taken as nerves was actually him not trying to be so pointed failing badly at attempting normality. He had no clue where to start, "we done with the bullshit formalities now..." She would know by his tone no disrespect but genuine honesty, somthing only Monet knew.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:46:03 GMT -8
Her eyes closed and a staccato breath exhaled in relief. "Please. You know how I despise them. I prefer to get to the point, really. All of this dancing when there are issues to discuss irritates me."
"You went to great effort to get my attention. You have it now. What do you want?"
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:46:16 GMT -8
He thought to himself...that is the Laelia I know. "First, I'm selfish, I wanted to see you again. Second to not ask for forgiveness rather this...am I that wicked you would not a want a man's son to not know him?" The battle was her's then to win...He turned away from her and walked deeper into the estate to a sitting area. There was no malice in his words, he sought to understand her perspective. She cussed him for not raising the boy but knew and stated he would not follow the path Mordred did.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:46:27 GMT -8
Her lips pursed. She didn't doubt that he had honestly wanted to see her again. But for what purpose remained to be seen. And there it was. Her eyes narrowed slightly. He wanted access to Zephyr. She should have known.
"You want to know him now? After I have spent his entire life keeping him from Vargo influence? You would dare ask after abandoning him?" Despite the sharpness of her reply, she continued to follow him deeper into the estate and would sit. Her posture was rigid, but it said something that she hadn't just turned around and walked away at the suggestion. She was at least willing to listen to his request.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:46:47 GMT -8
Mordred sucked his teeth and honestly seemed annoyed, "I never said that, what I am asking is are YOU allowing ME the option of knowing the boy. I know he is being raised. I never said let me be a father, that is on him to decided what I am to him. If he is us he is no fool, HIS option though starts through you, get it." He did not sit..frustrated he'd ask, "you want anything to drink..."odd but those were domestics.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:46:56 GMT -8
Laelia raised her fingers to pinch the bridge of her nose. Her mouth was dry and every part of her screamed no. Don't let this man into your son's life. And if he were still a child, her wishes may have meant something. But ultimately Zephyr was a young man now with a mind and desires of his own. Surely if she denied Mordred, Zephyr would find a way without her blessing and it would drive a wedge between them even greater than there already was.
"Mead, if you have it. Wine if you don't." She responded, her voice strained. "Zephyr is not a child any longer. He is his own man and makes his own decisions, as much as I try to guide him." She leaned forward, resting her head in her hands. "He would know you whether I want it or not. Do not play games with him Mordred." There was no need to issue a threat. Mordred knew her well enough to know it was implied.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:47:19 GMT -8
Mordred stopped his eyes cut to one side after she verbally implied his son was a pawn. His head bowed, he was humbled. He smiled through it wickedly. "Thank you for at least agreeing it's his option." Through some means Laelia would indeed be served even though it would seem they were the only two living person's in the estate. As she spoke so it was mead and wine..indecisive women..."May I ask you something?"
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:47:31 GMT -8
"It is now that he is old enough to protect himself and make his own decisions. But I am still his mother. And I will do what is necessary to protect him if I need to." She said resolutely, straightening and accepting the mead.
"You may. I have nothing to hide." Laelia nodded her permission before taking a sip of the mead.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:47:48 GMT -8
He actually did not ask anything else, he would only nod silently. He had caught the Queen off guard. The usurper struck then. In a blink Mordred was behind her. The entire time they had been speaking a channel to Monet had been open. The twin's had a most intimate bond, Mordred would let the tips of his fingers grace the Queen's hips. He had noticed when she landed she wore riding armor and a portion of her hips for positioning was not armored in plate or mail but soft leather. Chinks in armor. He would attempt to transfer the sensation of ecstasy the Twins shared,..why, because he was evil, at the height of understanding he would. "You have things to hide..." He would stand then in front of her fully accepting any response. He would grin wide as only he could.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:47:58 GMT -8
She should have known something like this was going to happen. His hands found her hips and before she could respond she felt a wave of lust and ecstasy assault her so unexpectedly that she arched, gasped for breath and pressed her thighs together in response.
In the next moment, once she registered what had happened, she shot to her feet. Instantly her fist shot out, swinging towards his jaw. Mordred had taken a punch from her before. He knew how hard she hit. This was no indignant slap. If he didn't move fast enough, she'd drill him in the face.
"Fuck you!"
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:48:26 GMT -8
Mordred would have said about time, but then a mailed fist hit him in the mouth and he was forced back a pace. He would run his tongue over his teeth assuming he lost none and spat blood out the side oh his mouth. He could only smile. He used his thumb to wipe the corners of his mouth. "It was good though wasn't it at one time. No if you need anything speech hell woman your Queen, we watch though, always and you know what you mean to the both of us." He wiggled his jaw, then could not hold his laughter.."You cut off heads lady..I got punched. We miss you...escape more often..." He would go to find a rag and check his teeth laughing.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 8, 2018 20:48:38 GMT -8
She glared at him as he smiled and laughed at her as though her violent reaction was somehow endearing. Because she hadn't tried to cut his head off. Maybe she should have, but she couldn't bring herself to. In some ways feeling his jaw give way to her fist was so much more satisfying. In fact, she had to resist from doing it again.
She did catch something in his words that she had been meaning to ask. Did Monet know he had returned? His allusion to 'the both of us' indicated to her that he did, and so her question went unasked. They were watching and they missed her.
"Goodbye Mordred." She offered a disgruntled mutter as he wandered off to make sure he still had all of his teeth. Laelia drained her mead and showed herself out.
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