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Post by Blindside Tex on Oct 21, 2020 18:55:48 GMT -5
Morgan looked to the Princess. “Shh” she muttered, her eyes frantically looking into hers – searching for some kind of answer. Before she could speak again – they were whisked away. She looked around – in truth this place was gorgeous, when never covered in a thick layer of snow. She stepped forward then – another dream no doubt. This history piled away, she could feel her pain and suffering – she watched as she began to cough. Her head shaking from side to side – she lifted a hand and touched her own lips – a speckle of blood upon her hand.
Morgan turned then and instantly they returned. She reached forward and sucked in a breath. “This place – it is not scary” she spoke clearly. “This is place is us” she cupped her cheek. “The darkness of our soul, where we’ve placed our greatest of fears. We must traverse by filling it with light” her dark hues looked to the woman. “We must recognize this darkness, accept it” she whispered.
As she held Calistra – the world morphed around them. They stood now in a dark room – it was an old cathedral, but it had cracked walls and blacked out windows. She stood before a coffin – and an old wrinkly man approached her. Though – she fought her urge in this dream, and continued to hold Calistra.
“It is time to pay for your crimes...” the man spoke and reached forward to his hands. “Do not fight me...” he spoke calmly.
Morgan pulled her arm back roughly, and it fell from his grasp. “You will not” she spat and looked to Calistra. “The lightness…. It is but a dream”
She suddenly was yanked back – the vampire gripped her neck and slammed her down against the closed coffin.
“Climb in!” he shouted, his fangs bearing to her.
“Calistra – will yourself the power!!!” she shouted as she struggled against him, her arm gripping his. He then lifted her head and bashed it down. Then again. And again. Blood smeared across the pale ivory coffin…
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Post by Blindside Tex on Oct 21, 2020 19:19:52 GMT -5
Calista gripped onto Morgan, she shook her head. “This is the darkness that I have pushed away for so long...it’s painful...” She muttered softly. “How do I accept something that I am so afraid of?” She questioned. Though they had moved into the cathedral at this point. She held onto Morgan tightly as her eyes fell upon the old vampire that approached. Her breaths began to shake once again. “Morgan!” She reached forward, as Morgan was ripped from her. Her hand passed through the back of the vampire. “No!” She felt the shadows swirl up around her, tugging her back. “Stop this! Stop!” She cried. Calista’s eyes began to glow bright white as she fought against the shadows. The light began at her fingertips and swelled within her. The dark tendrils of shadows lit aflame as the princess broke free.
She rushed forward and gripped onto the vampire. “Stop this now!” She flipped him around and grasped onto his collar. The old vampire looked to her his fangs bared. Where her hands touched him he began to smolder. She shoved him back and his back slammed against the coffin, knocking it from its place upon the blocks. The princess formed fire in her palms and tossed the flames forward toward the vampire engulfing him and the coffin in flames. Calista rushed to Morgan’s side then, she knelt down. “Morgan.” She breathed, her eyes still glowed with her power. It was a beautiful bright light. Unlike the power that she had displayed before this world. She cupped Morgan’s cheek. “We will get out.” She spoke as the world around them once again morphed.
Calista let out a cry as she was ripped back by some unknown forces. Pain raged through her body. She landed upon her bed as her mother tended to her, gently blotting blood from her daughter’s lips. The princess grit her teeth. “I’m...not doing this...” She groaned as she pushed herself up.
“Calista...darling, you should be resting...” Her mother took a step back with worried eyes. “Calista...you are not well my dear.” It had been nearly a year since Calista was shot with the arrow. Julius had still yet to find an antidote.
The princess found Morgan across the room. Her steps were heavy, it was difficult to move her body, blood leaked from her nose as she stepped to the vampire. “We accept this darkness...and we move...forward...” She spoke as she heavily leaned against Morgan. “We have...to push...forward...”
The world around them suddenly morphed again. The pain melted away and a lightness came about the room as Calista stood staring down over the ballroom. She was dressed to the nines in a beautiful blue dress that accented her two toned eyes quiet well. She felt a happiness within her chest, a smile curved up her lips. It was infectious she couldn’t stop smiling. The people of the ball were happy, they seemed to be celebrating something. Calista glanced to her right to see Morgan. She didn’t recognize this memory. It felt so real.
“Ah there you are, dear sister.” Azer spoke as he came up to the two. He gripped the railing. “Morgan, you look a lovely as ever.” He grinned to her before he looked out over the ball. “Tomorrow I see my sister wed to a fine man.” He spoke and shook his head slightly. “Oneus is lucky to have two such beautiful women.” He let out a soft laugh. “We have been victorious in the war thus far. Thanks to you Morgan.”
Calista’s eyes fell upon Jesper whom stood on the ballroom floor, though he did not wear fine clothing...he was dressed as if for war. Blood soaked into his clothing, he held a sword in his right hand. The world began to crumble away. The darkness began to seep back in. Her breath began to shake. She blinked as they stood upon a battlefield. Bodies lay all around them. Calista was still dressed in her lovely ballgown. She spun around as she heard the sound of distant explosions, the clanking of armor and of swords as they clashed together. She turned to Morgan then and pulled her into a tight embrace. “Make it stop.” She breathed, the light from her power swelled around them and the world began to melt away until they stood in the room of light and dark once again. Calista refused to release Morgan, her arms hugged onto her tightly, her body trembled as a light still emitted from her aura.
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Post by Raven on Oct 24, 2020 9:49:08 GMT -5
Morgan's eyes came to as she peered to the ball room - something felt different. She didnt recognize this... she turned around swiftly - her red dress swaying quickly with her. People danced around her, though they brushed against her but yet did not touch her. She turned suddenly as Azer approached her - she was suddenly standing in a different spot. Her hues glanced to him - and then to Calista.
She looked forward then - to see that Jesper was wounded, his armor tarnished and battered. She lept over the rail swiftly and came to his side - her hand reaching up to his retched face, the skin slumping off his face, revealing just the muscle that layered his skull. She stepped back and turned around - everyone suddenly began to rot infront of hers - their skin much like Jespers. She sucked in a breath and turned once more ... the world was spinning.
She felt Calista grasp her - she sucked in a breath. In an instant she gripped her fists together - appearing before her head was another form of herself, floating above her body - her banshee. A scream emit and suddenly the world disappeared into a darkness. Before them a final door - Morgan turned briefly, having returned to herself. She reached for the door and swung it open.
She stepped forward and looked to the throne room before her. She looked down to her body laying next to Calista's, the 12 armored knights casting forward... the horrified face of the Queen who Azer held closely. Morgan looked to Calista and nodded... she stepped forward to her body and suddenly;
Morgan shot upward, blood was soaked onto her back and hair. She gasped for air as if she had never breathed before... she turned her gaze to Calista - waiting for her to come to...
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Post by Blindside Tex on Oct 24, 2020 13:08:30 GMT -5
The gaunt look of the bodies. The fallen soldiers. Jesper’s rotting flesh. Everything caused Calista to close her eyes as she clutched to Morgan. The scream that came from the banshee echoed through the air and the world around them was gone. The princess loosened her grip, her body trembled slightly as she looked around. “None of this is real…it can’t be…” Tears rolled down her cheeks. Just as Morgan pushed the final door open. Calista felt the air sucked from her lungs as her soul lifted from Morgan’s body and rushed back into her own.
“Calista…” The queen cried as Jesper held her back, the young prince of Oneus spoke no words. She hugged against his arm as she fought her want to rush forward to her daughter.
Once Morgan sat up the room grew silent as all eyes fell upon the princess whom lay still as stone within the pool of blood created by the Raven Knights and Morgan. Her chest did not rise or fall. It was as if she was frozen in time. Her soul wandering back to its rightful place. The queen finally rushed forward though she was blocked by one of the arms of the Raven Knights that stood around the two. “Not yet.” He spoke his voice calm. “Just wait.”
Minutes passed. It felt like hours. Though, abruptly the princess sucked in a heavy breath, her lungs filled with air and her eyes shot open as she gasped as though she had been stuck beneath the ocean waves. Calista sat up quickly, her hands shot to her chest. Blood ran down her back from her hair which was soaked in blood from the pool that she had been placed within. Her two toned hues had a glow to them as she reached to her wrist and slipped the loose bangle off of her arm. Her hands trembled as she looked to it. It was all real. As real as real could be. But that last dream. That last bit, it couldn’t be the future….could it? She lifted her eyes to look to Morgan, her expression was of pain and sadness. Before there had not been such a darkness behind the princess’ eyes, but now it was as if she had kissed death himself.
“Calista darling….” The queen spoke from the edge of the insignia.
The princess’ expression softened slightly as her eyes tracked to Murielle. “Mother.” She breathed, her voice was so soft it was barely audible. She stood slowly and her eyes moved to Morgan. She offered a hand to her and lifted her up before she pulled Morgan into a tight embrace. Tears rolled over her cheeks as she thought of the memories that she had been subjected to…and of the strange dream that had yet to become reality. “Thank you.” She whispered softly before she slipped her arms away. Her bare feet pushed the blood about leaving bloody footprints as she walked to her mother, blood dripped from the tips of her long hair as she gave a soft smile.
The queen wrapped her arms around Calista as if she had not seen her in a terribly long time, like that of a soldier returning to family from war. She kissed the side of her daughter’s head and sobbed from job as she held her there. The blood did not bother her. No. What mattered was just before her, Calista had been saved. Murielle gave another kiss to the side of Calista’s head before she finally released her. “Morgan.” The queen stepped to her and embraced her as well. “I can’t….I cannot thank you enough. Runik is forever in your debt.” She spoke softly to the princess of Oneus.
Calista stepped to Jesper, her eyes searched his. The vision of his wounds flashed before her eyes, the sloughing of his skin as he disintegrated before her eyes. The princess reached forward and cupped his cheek just to know that he was real. Her jaw was loose as she rubbed her thumb over his cheek, blood smeared from her hand to along his cheekbone. “You’re alright…” A bit of a smile curved up her lips. In any sense, anyone that did not know of the dream would think that she was simply referring to his recovery from the Lycan’s wounds that had been inflicted upon him. But…that was not at all what she was speaking of. She blinked a few times before her eyes tracked to Morgan once again, and then her eyes lifted to the stained glass windows of the throne room. “It’s nearly noon.” She spoke. “Morgan.” She stepped forward. “Alice can draw hot water.” She grasped Morgan’s hand and toted her with her. As she touched the handle of the door the powerful magic that swelled within her broke her mother’s spell that locked the room. Without even the mutter of a word or spell.
The princess quietly walked up the hallway, her hand held onto Morgan’s just as she had in the dream. Bloody footprints were left in her wake until the blood had all but dried upon the bottom of her feet. She didn’t speak a word until she reached her bedroom where she closed the door and then gazed to Morgan a long moment. “Please tell me…that is not the future…” Her words trembled. “It was only a nightmare…please tell me that, Morgan.” She searched the woman’s eyes. “The bodies…there were so many…and…your brother…” She couldn’t speak it.
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Post by Raven on Oct 24, 2020 14:23:57 GMT -5
Morgan eyes were dull as the moments passed - and as Calista finally rose - she slowly stood. She watched as the Queen embraced her mother. The Raven Knights finally lowered their hands and they bowed to Morgan, almost as if she was their Queen even. She smiled weakly to them. She stepped forward as the Queen did and accepted the hug. "We're family now..." she whispered in response to the Queen.
As she looked beyond the Queen in the hug - her eyes peered to a dark figure. He vanished suddenly and then appeared just inches from her. The room was icy cold and everyone paused in this moment. Morgan looked to him but she couldn't move... The figure removed his hood - revealing a pale skeleton of a head... he leaned down so they were at the same height. "Morgana Le Fey" he spoke "I hope to never feel your presence in my realm again..." he leaned back then. "Your cry of death was the only thing strong enough for me to find you, and bring you back here... I will warn you - do not ever do that again... next time I may not be able to save you again..." he stepped back then. "Until next time..." and he vanished.
Morgan stepped back from the hug as time began once again, she smiled weakly and turned then. She looked to her brother and Calista - she nodded to him as Jesper looked to her with concerned eyes. She took her leave behind Calista as they left. She was quiet - and she looked quite shaken, if anything though she was drained...
She entered her bedroom and released a long breath. "Calm..." she spoke softly ad brought a hand to her forehead. "We just traversed across the realm of the spirits, of the dead... everything we saw.." she shook her head. "I cannot say what it was, but if it was the future - it was a metaphor..." she spoke and she stepped behind Calista then and untied her bloodied corset. She turned then for Calista to do the same - so they could get out of their bloodied robes.
"I saw death just then... In the room" she spoke softly. "He was the one who brought us back.. not me" she shuddered. "You cried for help - and so I screamed... I do not know why I thought it was even a good idea... but he heard my scream, and opened the door for us to return..." she stepped from her dress, standing now in just her slip dress. She stepped forward - as she did her leg buckled from under her and she hit the ground. Her body was as cold as ever - she was weak. As she landed on the ground, her legs to the side as she sat, almost comfortably - she had began to cry. "Get me Julius" she spoke softly. "Go, quickly" she spoke now with urgency.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Oct 24, 2020 16:06:47 GMT -5
Calista stared to Morgan as she spoke. She could see how exhausted the woman was. She drew in a breath and she fumbled with her hands slightly. To think that they had been standing in the spirit world. She didn’t feel the same. Her single blue hue had darkened to a deep blue from crystal blue. She lowered her eyes slightly as she turned for Morgan to undo her bloodied dress. “Just a metaphor…” She nodded, she felt strange. Different even.
The princess turned back around and untied Morgan, her hands trembled lightly. As Morgan spoke of death she felt a pit rise in her stomach. “Death…” She spoke, her brows furrowed together. Calista reached forward then as Morgan fell and grasped onto her, falling slightly with her, but breaking her fall slightly. “Morgan…you’re cold.” The princess spoke, her eyes filled with worry. She brushed a tear away from Morgan’s cheek as she searched her eyes. “Julius…” She spoke her brows pulled together. Calista felt the urgency in Morgan’s voice, she drew in a quick breath. “Of course, let’s get you up.” Calista helped Morgan to her feet. “Here.” She wrapped her arm around her waist and practically carried her to her bed. Calista lowered Morgan and brought the blankets up around her. “Just…relax…I’ll get Julius.” She turned and rushed from the room.
As the princess entered the hallway she was gripped by ice. Her entire being tensed, she couldn’t move a muscle. The world around her grew colorless, only blacks and whites looked back to her. “Calista Jade Runik.” The voice was ghostly as a shadow slipped from the wall and stepped to her, only it seemed to float rather than walk. He stared to her with dark empty eye sockets, his face was of a skull. “You have done so much damage my dear.” He reached forward, his head tilted slightly. He touched her cheek on the side that her eye had darkened. “It is not wise to will the future to be foretold.” He spoke his voice almost menacing.
“I…I didn’t…” Calista fought to move, she grit her teeth. His hand was so cold against her cheek, it felt like a thousand daggers piercing into her skin.
“Oh but you did.” A chuckle came from death. “You did indeed.” He laughed once again. “You’re quite powerful. Much more than I believe the gods anticipated you to be.” He hummed the words, his cold skeleton hand still upon her. “Don’t do it again.” He warned as he took a step back finally. “Oh…and…Morgan?” He looked to the frozen door behind Calista. “That old vampire won’t be able to save her. Why don’t you do something about it…you are the future queen after all.” He cackled before he disappeared into a puff of smoke.
Calista stumbled forward, she gasped for air as she held a hand to her chest. Her eyes glanced back to her room before she stumbled forward. Her legs felt heavy as she rushed through the castle. She sprinted passed guards whom stopped and turned to their princess whom rushed about in only the slip of her dress with bloodied hair and skin. Calista rushed into Julius’ office. “Julius.” She spoke quickly, breathless.
“Calista…what is it?” He stepped forward, his eyes perplexed as he looked over her body. “My dear what’s happened to you…?” He looked astonished.
“I’ve no time to explain.” Calista spoke quickly. “It’s Morgan. She performed a spell…a ritual…um…” She furrowed her brows slightly.
“Yes I felt it. Dark Magic.” He looked at the princess. “Your eye…” He looked to the deep blue color.
“Julius. There’s no time.” She shook her head. “She said you can fix whatever it is…please…” She begged him.
Julius furrowed his brows. “Ah yes.” He turned and stepped over to the cabinet. Julius paused as he stared to the empty rack of vials. Morgan had been using up his stocks. He hadn’t had a chance with all the commotion to restock on blood. “Princess.” He spoke as he looked to her. “I’m going to need something from you.”
Calista drew her brows together as she looked to him, “What do you need, Julius? We don’t have the time.” Her voice was filled with urgency at this point.
“I need you to offer your blood…she’s weak from using her magic…” He turned and grasped a vial and a scalpel so that he could make a small cut. When Julius turned back around Calista had already run off. He rushed after her quickly. “Princess!” He called, but he was not nearly as quick as she.
Calista sprinted up the stairs and down the hallways of the castle. She made it to her room. “Get away from her.” She snapped, a shadowy demon stood at the edge of the bed. “Get back!” Calista threw her hand forward, a burst of white light came from her hand. The demon let out a cry as it disappeared into the light, engulfed by flame. “Morgan.” She rushed to a drawer and pulled a letter opener. “Morgan please…” She came over and sat on the edge of the bed. Her hands trembled. “Julius…he…said…” Her breath shook. She didn’t speak any more after that she raised the letter opener and stared to it a moment before she sliced into the skin of her wrist. Calista then placed her wrist over Morgan’s lips, allowing her blood to leak into her mouth. “Please…he said this would work…just…” She was frightened, that was evident in her voice, but most of all she seemed worried. “Just…please do this so you can recover…” She whispered.
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Post by Raven on Oct 25, 2020 13:12:38 GMT -5
Morgan laid upon the bed - her heart beat slowing even more than before. Her blood thickening in her veins as the seconds passed. The darkness within finally come to take her. Though, she would actually slip into an eternal slumber. She turned her head to the side - her eyes slowly blinking as Calista rushed from the room. She leaned her head back and shut her eyes briefly, as if these moments would have been her last.
Her head turned and her eyes looked to a shadow creature standing before her. It was slender with thick black arms - a sort of dark aura lingered from its body, like a whispy smoke that refused to leave his body. She tilted her head and smiled weakly, as if seeing an old friend.
Just as quickly as Calista had left - she returned. Her powerful voice emit a flash of white light into the room - the mysterious creature vanished into dust. She watched the woman pull a small blade - and in an instant her heart skipped a beat. She could not control herself suddenly - she reached forward and grasped her wrist, bringing it to her lips. Her teeth bare and she drank.
Her eyes flashed red this time - rather than black. They searched the woman before her frantically - but it was not Calista she saw... but rather visions. She saw flashes of Dragons - people who rode them. She watched as several dragons blast downward on a castle side, one with his arm pointed forward as he rode on the back of a large blue dragon. Ice cast forward, striking with immense power. She saw another glimpse - the man that was atop this dragon lay - bleeding out. His dragon was above, screeching in anger. Then another flash - two eggs that the icy dragon blew his magic breath upon, and then he left the cavern, with a rumble of his dragon cry the entrance of the cave crumbled inward and he flew into the sky, only for the scene to pan out and the dragon fell from the sky limply...
Morgan released her grip on Calista and breathed heavily. She scrambled backwards - but the beast within her did not stir. She felt an absurd amount of power in her veins, she could cast the ritual three times more. It was far more powerful than the Queen's blood... she looked to the woman and then wiped her bloodied lips off. "come here" she whispered and reached forward. She licked her finger and pressed it against the cut on the womans wrist and it healed to her touch. She then reached forward and cupped the woman's cheek. "Thank you" she whispered and leaned forward then. She was an inch from her lips - she could feel the warmth, smell her breath -
The door swung open suddenly. Morgan shifted back swiftly and looked over to see Alice - who was completely healed. Alice paused for a moment - but then questioned nothing. "Excuse me..." she bowed her head. "Both baths are ready in the bathing room" she spoke and then slipped from the room.
Morgan chuckled briefly and looked to the Princess. "Come on..." she grasped her hand and stood. "Lets get all of this blood off us hm?"
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Post by Blindside Tex on Oct 25, 2020 13:49:51 GMT -5
Calista did not have to press her wrist to Morgan’s lips for long before the woman grasped a hold of her. Calista grit her teeth as Morgan’s fangs sank into her flesh, she let out a muffled cry as she squeezed her eyes shut. Though, she did not pull against the vampire, if anything she moved a bit more forward giving her arm to Morgan. She looked to her as Morgan’s eyes turned red. Her lips parted to speak and just as she tried her vision was filled with the wonders of flight. The man that held the sword upon the dragon’s back. It all happened so quickly. The visions were something that the princess did not recognize at all. Was this the future? No. Dragons had gone extinct in the wars of old. As she came from the vision the princess was breathing rapidly, her breaths shallow. Her skin had paled slightly and her vision tunneled.
She gazed into Morgan’s eyes that had returned to their normal color. She nearly fell against Morgan as she beckoned her forward. “Morgan…” She breathed as she watched her wound upon her arm disappear as if it had never happened. Her head leaned into Morgan’s touch and she closed her eyes slightly. Calista opened her eyes as Morgan spoke, she searched Morgan’s eyes as she became so close that the princess could feel the coolness radiate from her skin. Though the brief moment was interrupted as the door was thrust open. Calista sat up and gazed to the door, her hand still rest upon Morgan’s abdomen. She glanced over her shoulder to Alice. “Thank you, Alice.” The princess spoke before her eyes moved back to Morgan. A smile curved up her lips as Morgan stood and took her hand, she seemed almost enchanted by the woman. Though, that wasn’t the case. “That would be nice.” She spoke with a bit of a laugh.
It was then that the door pushed open and a breathless Julius stood in the doorway. “Princess.” He spoke his eyes looked to her. He drew his brows together as he looked to Morgan. “I…thought you were…” He still held the empty vial in his hand. “Oh…well…” A chuckle came over his lips. He knew exactly what happened. “Good to see you have recovered Morgan.” He bowed his head. “Princess.” He bowed once again. “If you need me, you know where to find me then.”
Calista glanced to Morgan then before she shook her head slightly. “Julius has gotten quite slow in his age, hm?” She commented as she led Morgan from the room. Her steps were a bit unsteady at first, but she didn’t falter for long as she led Morgan down the hallway to the room that held the royal baths. The room was full of steam, it felt incredible. The warmth in the air seemed to hug itself around the princess as she drew in a deep breath. “Wonderful.” She spoke as she stepped forward. She grasped a towel and a robe from a cubby and held it to Morgan. Her eyes searched hers a moment before she walked around to the other side of a wall that had beautiful flowering vines that crawled up it toward the skylights in the room.
The princess grasped her own towel and robe and she slipped from her bloodied dress before she climbed into her own tub of heated water. A sigh came over her lips as she did this. Relief. She leaned her head back and dipped it beneath the water for a long moment before she relaxed against the back of the bath. Alice had drawn bubbles into both of the baths that had formed a thick layer along the top of the water.
She was quiet for several minutes as she bathed, scrubbing the dried blood from her body. She touched her wrist and she could have sworn she could feel the fangs, the incision she’d made. Her brows pulled together slightly and she shook her head. After a good while the princess climbed from the water and wrapped herself in the robe and a towel over her hair. She stepped around the wall of vines almost nervously. “Morgan.” She spoke her eyes on the woman, a bit of a smile curved up her lips. “Why am I so enchanted by you?” She asked then as she sat down on the wooden bench that was against the vine wall. “It…” She drew in a breath as she tried to think of words to speak. She didn’t have any. “I can’t explain it.” She spoke softly and shook her head, though a smile seemed to be stuck on her expression. She brought her brows together and shook her head once again then. “Did…did you see the dragon? The rider…? Did you see that too?” She questioned softly after a moment of silence.
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Post by Raven on Oct 25, 2020 14:11:59 GMT -5
Morgan smirked "It happens" she muttered as Julius hurried away... she followed Calista down the hallway until they came upon the warm room. She closed the door behind them and stepped to one of the tubs. She accepted the robe and towel and set it down on the stood next to her tub. She easily slipped from her clothing - not even hiding behind a dressing curtain. She was slender - her pale skin like ivory in the dimly lit room.
She slipped into her tub and leaned her blood soaked hair back and rinsed it out. Her hands reached for a soap bar and she lathered her hands and worked it into her hair silently. Only the flickering of candles and the water sounds filled the air. It was a peaceful silence, and a relaxing bath. Eventually she relaxed and leaned her hands on the edges of her bath and glanced to Calista. She did not turn her gaze as she watched Calista step from the bath, the bubbles clinging to her body. She admired for a long moment, even tilting her head slightly - not an ounce of shame from her longing gaze.
She watched as Calista shifted behind the changing area. As she did - Morgan climbed from her tub and ringed her hair out over the water. She pulled her robe on and listened to the womans questions... in between her sentences - she disappeared and returned just as quickly. She placed a blue dress, with a new slip, on the top of the changing curtain - for Calista to grab. She then set a pair of heels on the floor. She herself had a red dress...
"Ah well..." she moved to her own curtain, opposite of Calista's. "In all my years... i can say - men are a bore" she chuckled then, her light laughter echoing in the room. "Maybe it is enchantment, maybe it is something else, hm?" she pulled her slip on.
"The dragons... yes, I saw them.." she spoke softly. "I've only heard tales of the Blood of the Dragonborn" she spoke softly. "It is a vampire's vice" she cleared her throat. "I believe what we saw - is a memory of your ancestors..." she stepped out from behind the curtain, dressed now in her red dress. It had golden stitching, but was simple - yet fit for a princess. "Will you tie me?" she questioned as she came to Calista's curtain side, turning so her corset laces were to her. "The memories..." she spoke softly, thinking. "They showed us something - something I think your ancestors meant for you to see... the two eggs?" she questioned softly. "Hidden in the mountain side..." she turned her gaze after she was tied, and then turned fully. "Perhaps in waiting for the last Dragonborn?" she tilted her head and smirked. She twirled her finger for Calista to turn as well, her fingers worked th corset until it was tight.
"Your mother knows of your lineage... perhaps she will know more..." she smiled then and cleared her throat. "But food... sounds great... we've had quite the journey, hm?"
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Post by Blindside Tex on Oct 26, 2020 15:31:34 GMT -5
Calista could feel Morgan’s gaze upon her, she’d glanced toward Morgan and her cheeks blushed a deep rosy color as she slipped behind the changing screen. After her questions she looked up to the blue dress that draped over the screen, a smile curved up her lips. She grasped it and slipped into the dress and slid her feet into the heels easily. She couldn’t help but let a laugh come over her lips as Morgan spoke of men being a bore. She stepped from behind the screen, her cheeks still rosy. The blue of Calista’s dress accented her perfectly with intricate silver stitching. “The Dragonborn….” She repeated the word as she listened her eyes curious. She stepped forward and gave a soft smile. “Of course.” She replied as she carefully tied the corset. Her eyes looked to Morgan’s shoulders, her breath caught in her chest as she tried to focus. Though it took a moment she managed the deed. She stared to Morgan as she turned back around. Maybe it was an enchantment. The princess couldn’t take her eyes off of the woman. “I’ve never heard of a Dragonborn...” She admitted before she turned around. She sucked in a breath as Morgan tied her corset.
“My mother…?” She questioned as she turned and shook her head. A soft laugh came over her lips. “She’s never spoken of a Dragonborn. You must be mistaken.” Calista reached forward and gingerly brushed a bit of hair from Morgan’s eyes. Her breath once again caught in her chest as she gazed to the woman. Her hand hovered next to her a moment, though it quickly dropped away as the door pushed open. Calista took a step back, she had gotten rather close to Morgan once again. She cleared her throat slightly as she gazed to the door.
Alice held a wicker basket to collect the towels. She had a smile upon her lips. “You look splendid, princess.” She spoke as she collected the items. “I requested for lunch for you two to be arranged.” She gave a bit of a smirk as she looked to Morgan. It was as if the servant knew exactly what was happening between the two. Though she didn’t speak a word of it. “Something nice after your illness, princess.” She tossed the towels into the basket. Alice stepped over to the other screen where Morgan had changed and collected the towels and robe there as well. She stood with the basket at her hip. A smile upon her lips. “The food has been delivered to your study...it’s quiet there, should allow you to relax after all of this commotion.” A bit of a smirk curved up her lips then. “If you need anything princess.” She bowed deeply.
“Th-thank you Alice.” Calista stuttered slightly, her cheeks were once again pink. Alice was her best friend, she knew the princess better than almost anyone. She watched as the servant stepped from the room. Calista glanced to Morgan, a soft smile upon her lips then. “Lunch then. Then I must do my make-up and hair, I imagine my mother will want to see me after all of this...” She thought back to the shadowy realm. Death’s touch. A shiver ran down her spine, her smile had disappeared, though only for a moment. “Come then.” Calista spoke as she stepped from the room. She led Morgan up a winding staircase that led to the top of one of the castle towers. It had a gorgeous view of the city below, even more beautiful than that from her room. The princess stepped forward to a table where two empty plates had been placed, a fresh pot of steaming hot tea, and a platter of fine food. Alice had truly outdone herself. Even a candle was lit upon the table. The princess cleared her throat slightly. “I spend a lot of my time here, normally.” She spoke as she glanced to Morgan. There were several bookcases that were filled with books of all different types. Some of magic, some of history. Some of even the simple task of speaking.
The princess turned to Morgan then her eyes searched the icy blue hues for a long moment. “Tea?” She asked, her voice caught in her throat. Nervous. She let out a slight laugh as she stepped to the table and poured two cups of tea. She turned and looked to Morgan once again before she took her seat. She wrapped her hands around the warm mug. “You said...that the blood of a Dragonborn is a….vice?” She spoke her eyes lifted to Morgan, curious. “Am I...a Dragonborn then?” She questioned softly. “What will my blood do to you?” She searched Morgan’s eyes before she took a sip of her tea.
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