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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 20:08:44 GMT -8
Mordred had more than made up with his twin. Their bond was rekindled after initially it would seem irreparable. They spoke during intermission sessions that evening about how they should proceed with certain things and particularly how Mordred should approach Laelia and the child Zephyr. Mordred realized, he was going about it all wrong, and instead of some covert action on his behalf to attempt a more direct approach. He had not known many details about the boy, but again Monet was only able to inform him to a degree, it would fall to Laelia for any answer he may desire. Heeding his twins advice, but also not wanting to attract unwanted rumors and illicit lies about whom the queen had dealings with Mordred took another approach, he had done something to get himself sent to the royal prison for the exceptionally dangerous and or those accused of sedition. He was being held for further questioning...A devious grin never left his face the entire while he languished in the dungeon.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 20:08:59 GMT -8
Mordred had taken a gamble. He could have been waiting in that dungeon for days before someone bothered to come see him. But as a byproduct of his earlier troublemaking, the Queen was more than paying attention.
The walls of the prison were as thick as the city walls and a lack of windows meant that the place was pitch black but for a few torches that burned in strategic locations. It was eerily quiet and easy to hear the sound of a heavy door being unbarred and opened some ways away.
"Bar the door behind me." A familiar female voice said to the guard stationed at the door. "I'll knock when I'm ready."
And then the door closed, the heavy bar fitted back into place. It was standard procedure to prevent escape of dangerous prisoners.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 20:09:29 GMT -8
Recognizing the voice, his grin would widen. Seated in the far corner of the holding cell, both his hands and feet were shackled and a gag had attempted to be placed over his mouth but now hung loosely about his neck. When he was being brought to the cell he made it a point to count how many step it was from his cell to the exit point. Hearing her footfalls he silently began to count, 13...12...11...10...9, it was as if a doomsday clock was counting down, 8...7...6...5...4...3...2 and one. The black recesses of the cell and weird ambient light from the torches obscured his features, Yet a wickedly twisted grin could definitely be seen.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 20:09:41 GMT -8
Shadows flickered and danced about her, torchlight reflecting in well kept field plate armour as she came into view. Starscale, the familiar sword that Mordred had once used to run her through, was sheathed on her belt. Platinum tresses were bound and plaited in her preferred fashion. It was looking into the past. Though shadows prevented finer details from behind seen, she had hardly aged a day since he had last seen her. Her Arisalonian heritage saw to that much.
The Queen came to stand in front of his cell, squaring her shoulders as cold blue eyes stared into the darkness with an unreadable expression. Nothing in her stance or posture had changed since she had taken the throne. She had always presented herself with a straight and regal bearing.
"Are you comfortable?" She asked flatly, a slight edge of mockery to her tone.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 20:10:09 GMT -8
Mordred sat forward so he could see every detail of her and she him. Cold dead white eyes would settle with her's. "I like the view..." He sat back into the shadows, almost melding with the darkness. "I would have sworn the attire would have been more...fitting." He knew how she detested the frills and lace attire most woman of her station would have lavished upon themselves. Ever the practical and pragmatic Laelia.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 20:10:31 GMT -8
The very moment his face came into view, the spark of recognition lit in her eyes. A sharp breath filled her lungs and her right hand fell to the hilt of the sword at her left hip. With a fluid motion and a metallic shick, the blade came free from its scabbard. The blade flared to life with a searing brilliance that illuminated Mordred's cell and the neighbouring ones as well. The shadows banished, Mordred's visage was plain to her.
"I have precious little time for specters and ghosts." She said coldly, but for a brief moment a haunted look flickered past her gaze. "Mordred Vargo is dead." She said resolutely, as though trying to convince herself of it for the hundredth time. "Drop this facade."
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 20:14:37 GMT -8
The necromancer rose to his feet after shielding his eyes from the light. The darkness he had grown accustomed to. He would shuffle to the front of the cell were only a few bars now stood between him and his former, lover, mother of his child and now Queen. "Am i?" He said in response to her statement of him being dead. He would grip the thick iron bars and put his face up to them to turn this way and that allowing her to get a better second glimpse.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 20:18:08 GMT -8
Her jaw clenched, molars grinding the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood on her tongue. The sting went unheeded, however as he approached the bars and bared his face for her perusal. Laelia's nostrils flared as though the very sight of him was offensive like a pungent odor. Several long moments she stared, fingers adjusting the grip on the hilt of her sword as though she were mulling over the possibility of stabbing him through the bars of the cell.
"Prove it." She finally demanded.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 20:24:21 GMT -8
He watched her with highly scrutinizing eyes, then his head would list to one side. He would again let a devious grin etch across his face. "Remove my shackles and I will..."
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 20:24:37 GMT -8
A pale brow lofted, a completely familiar expression to cross her face. "You must think I'm an utter fool if you believe I'm going to do that."
"How did you escape hell? How did you escape the demon? What guarantee do I have that you are in control of yourself?" She was desperately trying to maintain control of herself. To not allow this to dig beneath her skin. This ghost who had sudden resurfaced after so long. Just when she had begun to finally put the demons to rest.
The last question was quieter, tormented, more rhetorical than anything, but it betrayed the inner turmoil crushing her heart in its chest. "Why now?"
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 20:30:07 GMT -8
Mordred calmly but very directed Mordred outstretched his arms, "Remove my shackles Laelia..." His tone was not pleading or vulgar, it was almost matter-of-factly. He winked at her after he let a long moment of silence pass between them as he waited for her reaction, one way or another.
"I'll remove your damned hands along with them." Laelia shot back, scowling. "There's still the matter of how you came to wind up in prison. What did you do?"
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 20:52:04 GMT -8
He did his best to not let a smile form, she would have taken it almost insultingly. She knew it was him. The boldness of a prisoner to simply make such a brazen request to the Queen herself and by proper name, not title. He shuffled back and rested against the side wall, lowering his hands, still shackled. "I turned myself in actually. Your guards..." He would shrug, "I was hoping you'd get the subtle gesture..." He would turn to face her. His entire countenance darkened. "How have you been..."
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 20:57:21 GMT -8
Yes, she knew it was him. A pretender couldn't mimic his mannerisms so perfectly. Even after all of this time she remembered them like yesterday. It made her want to rage and weep at the same time. She rolled her eyes with irritation and gritted her teeth. "Turned yourself in. I assume you're responsible for the affliction on my guards." She said scathingly. "Thankfully a cleric was able to remove the spell. And the shattering skeletons at Blackthorn. You certain got my attention."
"How have I been?" Laelia turned an incredulous look to him. "That is what you ask?"
Her shoulders lowered and a long exhale wracked her body. She replaced Starscale in its sheathe and glanced away. Her fingers tapped against her thigh for a moment, deliberating on how much to tell him. "When we undertook the mission to try and rescue you from hell...Yes, I still went because I cared for you despite everything..." She remarked bitterly. "We failed. And my father sacrificed himself so the rest of us could escape. My father who was there because he knew how I felt about you. And in doing so I lost both of the men that I loved, Mordred. Somehow it seems fitting that both you and my father somehow manage to escape at similar times." There was no need to go into detail and explain. "Raising my son the best that I can, and the two young children my father left behind."
"And then there's the power vaccum that you and Monet left behind. Sapphire abandoned it to a stranger. And that stranger betrayed us. Every damned time I have put my trust in a ruler of Tyran, have tried to coach them and support them to be good leader and a good ruler, they fail. And so I finally decided to do what you told me I should have done in the first place."
"I took the throne for myself and became Queen. That is how I have been, Mordred."
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 21:07:49 GMT -8
"Good girl..." He let those be his only words for a long tense moment. "Yes, how have you been, was my question, what should it have been? Everything has fallen into place has it not, you knew it was inevitable. You have an inability to cease moving forward, and that is what drew me then and is still amazing to behold in you now...General, Queen, Mother, Respected, feared, graciously deadly. " He would smile...he almost made other comments more intimate but would pause. He would bow to her then genuinely. "So was the question of how are YOU so wrong?"
He would add, "and before you ask, why like this...you know as well as I protocol and for the sake of actually being able to speak privately...and some bars between you and me..." he had to get his counter dig for the taking his hands comment.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 21:08:02 GMT -8
Was she really having this conversation? How was it that a simple question could stir so much emotion? She had buried this. Buried, not processed. And now the subject of those emotions was here and she was confronted with them face to face. And they reared their ugly head. "Because I find it difficult to believe that you care so much for the answer, Mordred. You cared so little for the consequences of your actions then. Why would you care now?" Instead of hate and vitriol, the words came with exhaustion, the emotional fatigue of having been held onto for so long.
A brief snort lifted her dour expression for a moment. His explanation for this little meeting in this place made sense. The bars between them were the only thing keeping him from being on the receiving end of an impulsive fist, to be sure. Smart man.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 21:22:13 GMT -8
He turned to face her and walked over to the bars. "Why would I care now... I don't. Why, because I cannot, why not...because I gave up that right to be allowed to care, so I don't. The past is the baggage only we allow it to be, some of us must walk through fire and must sacrifice parts of themselves to be able to do things differently. Consequences and accepted looses . That said...why would I care now...because I am here now."
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 21:22:36 GMT -8
"You don't care about how you affected me. You don't care that my son...our son grew up without a father." She gazed at him flatly. "Thank you for making that perfectly clear. That makes some of my choices very simple." She shook her head frustratedly. It was useless to try and get through to him. There was no changing Mordred Vargo. "And just what are you going to do differently?"
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 21:34:57 GMT -8
Mordred looked at her hard for a moment, and repeated the words..."Laelia...I DON'T CARE...."He sucked his teeth. She was allowing her emotion to get the best of her. She was still queen she could not be seen upset by meeting with a random prisoner so he would in the Mordred Vargo twisted way say what everyone assumed he would say, keep protocol. Laelia was smarter than that and that is what he was betting on. He had went through all this effort to not care?
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 21:35:30 GMT -8
He stressed it so strongly. Too strongly. Staring at her as though imparting a secret message with those words. With that tone. She couldn't be blamed, really, for not seeing it right away. For a brief moment she exhaled and leaned her forehead against the bars. If nothing else it was a show that at this moment at least, she didn't consider him a threat to her. "We should speak at greater length. In a better location. Once I've had time to think." She murmured just audible to him.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 21:47:27 GMT -8
Through the small space in the bars his forehead would come to meet and rest against hers. The moment had to be fleeting so he backed away and would nod. "He grew up without a father, I was in no position to raise him, not under the yoke of reputation. He is free Laelia, and an heir to greatness. He grew silent and paused, "take your time..." Mordred did grin.."you know you Kaliba's are thorough, and these shackles dampen my arcane abilities...so again release my shackles Laelia. "He winked at her.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 21:47:41 GMT -8
The moment their foreheads touched, a bittersweet pang filled her heart. For a love lost, fond memories, but something that just wasn't meant to be. Something so close, but she refused to indulge again.
A brief chuckle, self depreciative in nature, followed his wink. "I think you have something wrong with your eye. It keeps doing this 'blinky' thing." She remarked sarcastically.
Really she should have let him rot in there. But he hadn't technically done anything 'wrong' since he returned. Caused some mischief perhaps, but nothing unforgivable. "Behave yourself in my Capital, Mordred. I'd hate to see you in here again other than by your own will." She extended her hand and murmured the command for the shackles to release. They unclicked, and fell from his wrists into the dirt.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 7, 2018 21:51:46 GMT -8
Before he took his leave of the dungeon Mordred would look Laelia up and down as he rubbed his wrist, started to say something but only smiled and nodded to himself. The shadows would swallow him and he was gone taking his leave swiftly before she changed her mind and kept him locked up just because. They would see each other again and he was still alive...for now.
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