[M] Your hair is coxcomb red

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POSTED: Tue May 19, 2020 5:46 pm

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

Best served cold than warm and rich,
Revenge makes the finest dish.
But in its wake, the feeling's hollow,
Eating crow is hard to swallow.

The pulse is slow, affection callow,
Bloodless, pale, pallid, sallow,
Perhaps a meal to warm the heart?
A fresh beginning, a brand new start.


000 Dated for a time with a thing that I'm not sure of yet
That moon, that moon ain't gonna

Comparatively, it was effortless. Though a great deal of hostile suspicion dripped down upon her from on high, Helena was incredibly adapted to operating under such a cover. This was the tip with good-natured canines, they could not imagine what they themselves would not do. It made her job so much easier.

Big fish, little pond.

Little of consequence was given to convince the Innkeep that he should grant her access to the kitchen and the usage of a spare room. Stories of family togetherness were enough to warm the hardest of hearts, certainly not hers, but he ate it up well enough; Knew the two thirds of this triad enough to be glad at their reunion.

So this was the expectation set, a way to insert herself into their group dynamic.

The new spices danced upon her tongue, and she was quickly enamored with the way they melted into the food, delivering a one-two punch of heat right to the back of the throat.

It was interesting to watch him interact with those who looked so similar, and were, to her, so different in temperament and character.

Ears turned atop her head, and the jovial sound of male voices reached her, echoing down the hallway. She snorted, no doubt they had not realized that their topic of discussion was clearly reverberating there to her at its end, the wood of the door muffling it but slightly.

Lips twisted in amusement, it appeared she was the object of much debate. Those similar but different voices exclaiming over the magic Andrew had woven to catch such a prize as herself. Little did they know, he was trapped in a widow's web.

Before a hand could twist the handle, Helena opened the door herself, languid, knowing smirk pressed firmly into the muddled sharpness of her face.

"Welcome..." Entertainment threaded through her voice, at the muttered, 'Fuck' and a trio of inherently identical expressions of guilt. One more that did not match, but still carried such inherited facets.

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POSTED: Wed May 20, 2020 1:51 pm

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You know we're friends 'till we die

He'd been apprehensive, particularly when it came to his new family. Born of Salsola, how could they not be devils in the flesh? He could not bring himself to trust them -- not after everything that had happened. Yet, Andrew insisted that he give them a chance. That if it weren't for them, he would have never been able to come back home in the first place.

He swallowed his pride and his own misgivings when he saw the brothers reunited. John and Ronnie were quick to forgive. So content to have their brother back, they looked past the problems that Boone caught himself on. There was a part of him that wished he could be like them, to only be happy that his father was back instead of this strange stew of emotions in which he had no way of articulating.

A chance was all he would afford. He'd be fair, because he was family.

As brothers joked, gossiping about the red woman, Boone could see Andrew brimming with pride. Boone could easily see how taken he was with her. It was the same look he had when he talked about Mom so long ago. He himself stayed quiet, not yet letting himself join the brothers in their table side reverie. Not until he had gotten a better look at the woman in question.

The smells of the Trailside kitchen were enthralling as they wafted down the hall. His ears perked as the door slid open and woman waltzed out. Already, Ronnie was stammering, and Andrew looked as if he was biting down on his tongue. The brothers all appeared as if they had their hands caught in the cookie jar, but Boone sat back in his chair and raised his cigarette to his lips, unfazed.

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POSTED: Thu May 21, 2020 3:43 pm

510 Dated for a time with a thing that I'm not sure of yet
Make your girlfriend mad type

Amused, she caught eyes with Boone, who reclined as a 'king' ought to. How far the leetle prince had come. Not far enough to escape his past however, for here she was, in the flesh.

An eyebrow darted high as her gaze parsed to the rest of them. Johnathan, the one with the golden ring in his ear, snorted into his hand to avoid laughing outright. She lived for the awkwardness of others, not even Andrew was immune to this little desire of hers.

Helena set down the bubbling pot of fragrant stew, all supplied for out of her own stores, thin as they were, as it appeared their new host was suffering from problems of supplies. Tying her hair back away from her long face, she seated herself in the empty spot besides Andrew.

How unfortunate.

"Zhere was a new trader from zhe south, with zome new spices, I zhink you shall enjoy. Zhey are... hot.." She offered, by way of explanation and warning for the fiery, aromatic scent. She had never cooked anything that had smelled like this before. It cleaned out the sinuses nicely.

Minds ticked away like clocks though, and she made sure to serve herself first, perhaps this would set a pervasive paranoia to peace, from the dubious way he eyed the presented meal. Passing out a bowl to each as they reached for it.

The spice hit just right, as anticipated when she'd bought it, opening up a new world of combination she'd been previously unaware of. The myriad possibilities presented themselves to her and she momentarily lost herself to their potential.

A cough broke through, as Johnathan had been the first to shovel the food into his mouth without caution, like a starving man and was now feeling the true burn of peppery seasoning.

Wheezing, tears streaming from his eyes, Johnathan clutched at his chest and gasped,

"Fuckin' lord that shit's spicy." Then scooped another heaping spoonful into his mouth without reservation. Andrew laughed and elbowed his brother in the side. Helena hid her smile behind a hand, attempting to not immediately mock this new family she had become a tentative part of.

Across the table Ronald was also laughing into his bowl, and only slightly choking on this new delicacy.

"Zo, what ies iet zhat you want to know?" She offered them carte blanch to ask what questions they would of her, and she would answer them truthfully... or not. Not about to freely offer information if she could keep it close to herself, but there had to be some compromise to give or they would remain suspicious of her.

Still wheezing, Johnathan reached for the water to wash down his mouthful and voiced,

""How'd y'two meet then, before all of, y'know?" He waved his hand, as if the last two years could be washed away with such a motion. Helena knew they could never be.

Thoughtfully she chewed her bite, and then dropped the bomb, "In Inferni, actually, I 'appened to open zhe wrong door in zhe mansion and stumbled into 'is room."

John choked on his food again, though this time not for its heat.

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POSTED: Thu May 21, 2020 10:38 pm

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Boone's eyes followed the pot that she carried, full of some steaming concoction. It smelled of such strange and foreign spices, so unfamiliar to Boone that he was apprehensive. Did she think to gather them together and poison them with a dish so strong, so potent, that he could not detect the presence of any lingering toxin? It was a fleeting thought, but due to her Salsolan background, it feely came to mind.

As she took the empty space beside his father, Boone took the opportunity to stare the woman down. He extinguished his cigarette on the table top and tossed the butt aside as a ladle was passed. The brothers all dished up healthy portions for themselves, filling their bowls, but when Boone took the ladle in hand -- he was not as enthusiastic.

After she described her dish, the man at her side quickly chimed in. "She's an excellent cook," Andrew assured from across the table. "Helena has a real knack for the culinary arts." He spoke to no one in particular, but on the crest of his father's guarantee, he dipped his ladle into the fragrant stew and dished himself up a bowl.

Boone did not yet dip his spoon into the stew, instead he watched Helena, waiting until she took the first bite. John, however, was not so patient. He started with abandon, and when Boone saw pain well in his eyes, he found his worst fears confirmed.

He tensed, hand reaching for knife on his belt. Yet, when John finally spoke through wheezing breath, Boone finally relaxed. He was not familiar with concept of spicy. Having lived in the wilds of Nova Scotia for his entire life, such things were foreign to him.

"Ha," Andrew wheezed through raucous laughter as he elbowed John's side, "Leave it to buzzkill to not handle the spice."

After a moment of hesitation, Boone finally indulged himself.

It was quite good. Incredible even, despite the tickling of pain along his tongue. "God damn," he muttered, surprised that something could taste such a way.

As they ate, she opened herself up for questions; anything they wanted to know. Despite all the questions that buzzed in Boone's head, John was the first to open his mouth. What fallowed was yet another surprise. She'd been an Infernian? He could not remember her -- so it must have been, long, long before.

He squinted and cleared his throat. "If you were an Infernian, then why'd you leave?" he asked. He'd heard the stories, that once Inferni had been allied with the secretive Salsolan Kingdom. Even still, he wanted to know why she had defected.

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POSTED: Fri May 22, 2020 10:01 pm

503 Dated for a time with a thing that I'm not sure of yet
Make your girlfriend mad type

"Fuck off, chick'n boy." Johnathan retorted, around his mouth of food, though without an acerbic sharpness Helena had come to associate with jibes. The interactions no less entertaining in their playing out, they sparred for the enjoyment rather than the insult. It would require certain adjustments.

Tall she sat in her chair, for all their scrutiny and conjecture, there was little and none that would ever cow Helena into subjugating herself at the feet of another. The mantle of a woman who know exactly how valuable she was and would shortchange not even a copper piece worth. Whether holding words or whip, the scriptures would bend to her will, fitting neatly into her desires.

Helena tossed her head haughtily, those little chimes tinkling together jovially in her hair. Beneath the table, her leg brushed against Andrew's.

When compared to the society of blank faces and toneless voices she had eagerly wallowed within, they were open books, their pages torn free and scattered for her easy perusal.

She did not fear, not even as one of their lowest ranked members. Especially not this man who had been a once-boy that she had wrapped up in her fist and battered against the ground until he broke.

Shattered all to pieces. It had been glorious and disappointing all in turn.

The tears so sweet.

This knowledge shimmered there, behind her fiery gaze, which she refused to lower or turn away, no matter the tightness of his face or the clipped, reserved tone of his voice.

Finishing her mouthful she reached for her glass to wash it down, drinking deep and slow before answering.

"Because I was zhreatened." The reminders of this were still firmly entrenched into her belongings; a skull with empty, gaping eyes. A fur whose memory she still defiled.

She knew he had been exiled for some crime, perhaps it had been remembered with infamy by these smouldering embers of Inferni. It had been years ago.

"Basilio Lykoi, mon own father. A child killer, a rapist, a monster of a canine. All of zhese were zhings I discovered from zhe woman 'ee raped." Wouldn't he be ever so proud that she had carried on his legacy.

"When I confronted 'im, 'e threatened my death ief I zaid anyzhing to anyone." Leaning forwards in her seat, she ignored Johnathan's uncertain glances between herself and Boone, focusing entirely upon the son.

Under his breath, Ronald muttered a low oath, shaking his head.

"Zo I left. Immediately. For mon own safety." Her word against his own, Helena had been unwilling to risk her neck that far, she had been stupid enough to approach him; fledgling hopes of blackmail of her own had crumbled into dust. But she were older now, and wiser.

Her head tilted to the side, and the question unasked in words but still put out for the room to ponder; what would they have done in her place?

Already this dice was cast now, Inferni had wronged her through the action of its own members at least three times she could throw back in their faces if they chose to argue.

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