[M] I can dance and play the part

Julius

POSTED: Thu Jan 17, 2019 12:06 am

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302 End of Jan
To find them a fortune, chests filled with gold

She had been the only one to welcome his return. The other two faked an indifference that ruffled irritation to life, a sourness on her tongue, sharpness in her teeth. She knew their complaints, and found them lacking in substance.

Still the bleeding secret existed between they two. She could not deny that she caught fractured glances of a green eyed, pale faced boy when she looked at him. Helena rarely believed in coincidence anymore, too much was far too lucky for it to be anything other than purposeful fate.

The little bird could fly by himself, but on occasion he could glide in the uplift generated by his powerful Mère. and in ocean eyes, she could drown so sweetly without wasting a breath.

The wretched bastard mongrel was away, off somewhere being an awful creature by himself. She could stand his presence no more than she had her poor, dead sister. Helena seized a chance given by that same purposeful fate. She invited Julius to attend a waiting merchant with her.

The note she tucked securely into her cloak and chose to forsake her horse for the pleasure of stretching long legs. Amherst was not so far away.

"'Ave you given zhought to a Path?" There had been time enough for him to find himself. Even if that including him bringing over the stray dog to her home. Helena spoke softly though, here was no impatience hiding within for him to seethe over,

"Perhaps mon own?" There were other, spirited, pathways that she considered. It was never a singular event, being the only Faction rank of the Merchant tier had considerable advantages as well as grievous disadvantages. There was only so much of her to spread around, only so many hours making up the turn of days, the lack of assistance was a heavy burden to bear.

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Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Fri Jan 25, 2019 12:20 am

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Any socialization that Helena so sought to bestow upon her little golden king was always welcome - any task, any chore, any need, he was ready, happy, and obliging. He could've lied and said it was the guilt that bound him to her company at any and all times. The truth was, he just enjoyed spending time with his mother. To that end, there was no point in lying.

The busier she got, the harder she worked, the further Julius had been left out to drift, aimless, until settling down comfortably in the silt below. Nothing had ever been expected of the boy, and so he never pushed himself further - he was the proud and petulant ruler over his tent domain, over his useless piles of belongings, salt, and nothingness. But he was complacent with such and buried the quiet longing and cramped spacing and his half-finished projects had an effect on his mind. He rebelled at the stagnation of it all.

And so, with the offer extended, Julius was quick to seize it; he had little experience with famed Outsiders, other than a tutor, and a dog which wasn't an outsider so much anymore. Helena wrapped him with careful, gentle, urging words, phrased in such manner that mothers often did - to turn down or decline a suitable answer was to invite disappointment, and his gold ears twitched, blue eyes looking over to the fiery woman with seeming surprise.

"Oh, well," he started to break his silence, before letting the half-thought sentiment hang on the air while he formulated his answers. "I'd given thought to something spiritual before. Bard."

He liked the songs, he liked to play tunes, and share dirty limericks with Avault, but lacked the conviction to master it.

"I don't know so much about that anymore, though. Do you think I'd do well? On your path?"

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POSTED: Mon Jan 28, 2019 8:37 pm

251 End of Jan
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All required their time to seek their place, to settle into the boundaries set for them. Some found themselves chafing against those same guides. Helena had railed against her own for the entirety of her life, always seeking to rise higher, become more. A snake growing wings could easily fly, dominating all those with the misfortune to still stand upon the ground. Helena was determined that her little bird should soar with her. He was no longer so little now however, she had to turn her neck upwards to look at him.

Julius had settled for long enough, she decided. It was time now, for him to assume a more rightful place. It did not do well for her son to languish so low in the hierarchy.

She wanted his opinions, not her own parroted back at herself.

"Possibly..." Julius was pleasure to listen to when he played his rebek. She thought of their effervescent Crone who had once been Bard.

Black lips split in a smile, "Oui... you 'ave a taste for zhe finer things, just like myself..." She trailed off, humming thoughtfully.

The landscape they trod through was heavily battered by the bite of winter. The bare limbed trees stood sentinel above their bright forms, and in the endless snow white landscape, Helena and her golden son were the only creatures who moved.

The man who waited for her was quite a ways from pack territory. Not that she cared of the walk, it gave her plenty of time to spend time with her son.

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Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Mon Jan 28, 2019 9:23 pm

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Ocean eyes lay on the trail, on the various barren winter sights it had to offer - he didn't make a habit of leaving home overly much, maybe the brief jaunt past borders for fun, for mischief, but none such as this. Helena seemed to mull on his idea for a moment, and he did the same - for all his aloof manner, he did seem to strive to emulate the silvery Crone - Calla had seemed affectionate towards that man, and he expressed such kindness to sweet Embla, soft Embla. He was far more fitting a father figure than what Julius had been saddled with. Before he had known it, that brow had knit into a furrow, and he bit back a sudden, choking bitterness that went alongside it all.

Followed words, momentarily lost in his slip, snapped him back to the present, and Julius looked back to the fiery woman at his side.

"Perhaps I'll follow in your footsteps," he quickly added back, and flashed her a disarming smile, letting the thought soothe him of injustices due unto him, the abandonment of his fascination in the coven for the methodical and real. It felt odd, outgrowing things that once were harbored as foolhardy obsessions. With his growth bred ambition, more than he so knew, that out paced his very bones. "Would that make you happy, mère? Having help, in your faction?"

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POSTED: Wed Jan 30, 2019 12:35 am

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The downturn of his face, so beautifully built, was a concerning thing. She disliked the frown, it reminded her of other things she'd rather forget. The glimmer of pale green eyes lingering behind his ocean's gaze. Another pale son lost. She didn't like to think of him unhappy, Helena did what she could to assuage his feelings.

Helena was not fooled by the flash of his smile, how charming though, not she who had raised him from a tiny dependent ball of fuzz no bigger than her hands. She let it slide though,

"Zhe Family will be needing a new Quartermaster, once I am zhe Ambassador..." So secure in her eventual rise was she, it was all but a certainty in her mind.

"Zhere are others 'owever, who could step into zhis place."

She reached out a long fingered hand, enough to caress his cheek,

"What is making me 'appy is zeeing you flourish, wherever you wish to go." He had overcome his seeming fixation on languishing, finding his feet would be of utmost importance now.

Before there could be further discussion between the two of them, a sharp whistle cut through their closeness. The man could not see them just yet, but she guessed he could hear the timbre of their voices. How the savagery descended upon her pretty face, so lovely and terrible at the same time.

The loathing of any who would dare interrupt precious time with her little bird. The breath spewed from her maw, rolling like dragon's fire to curl in the frozen air. A sibilant hissing through her teeth.

It was quenched within instants, the anger slithering back to the place it had come from. That porcelain mask settling into the place, it was an emotionless thing, hiding all the facets of herself. A wiping of her features, settling into something vaguely disdainful, superior. There were levels to the degree in which she was simply better than him.

He was a scrappy looking thing. Life had not turned him a kind cheek, his clothing hung from thin bones suggesting at a recent starvation. This explained his eagerness to meet with her, despite the large reputation that preceded her.

"Yer done took yer time, lass. I thought's you'd be 'ere earlier." He wrung his hands together nervously, his eyes darting between herself and Julius.

His voice was an annoyance in her ears, an awful thing that grated and tumbled like jagged rock. It reminded her terribly of Horace, and this was a mark against his favor.

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Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Sun Feb 24, 2019 4:10 pm

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Fingers skimmed the gaunt shape of his cheek, brushing the soft alabaster and soothe-saying in that way that only Helena could truly know how.

He swallowed his predilections to try and curry favor with the one parent who had cared, and found himself calmed in the manner of her support; she would be happy with him, no matter what.

Even after everything - everything, he had put her through. Black lips tipped up, subtly, in form of a smile, but before he could speak his thoughts on the matter, a voice, a hiss, broke the moment like glass, and he had turned his oceanic eyes, glassy and cool, upon this stranger, this Outsider.

This scrawny fellow was no Family, and emotion dried quick from his face in an unprompted mirror of his mother's. His back straightened, and hands folded in front of him while he listened, tall gold ears pinned forward.

"Presumptuous, don't you think?" he answered the comment, and his smile was mirthless, suspicious and thin. The stranger's eyes were nervous, and Julius fed on it readily, before those eyes cut away to Helena's stern, pointed features.

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POSTED: Sun Feb 24, 2019 8:11 pm

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The woman effortlessly continued to foster those taunt strings that locked himself to her presence. Tied into neat little bows of guilt and redemption. His continued existence, his very life was captured within her long-fingered hands. His secret kept with safety but the ever threat of its reveal was a danger that softly crooned in the cold of the night, when he lay alone in his bed.

The cut of her face sharply thinned, silken ears coming forwards to focus upon the wretch as a predator would their ill-cautioned prey. In those acute lines of herself, there begot an obviousness that spoke of blood carried by the wily, cunning coyote.

Her palm settled, fragile, against the gold of his arm, cautioning him with a surreptitious squeeze,

"Friend, you are thin. 'Ave you been eating?" Those words that should be filled with concern lay flat on the ground between them, emotionally dead.

The man swallowed heavily and again glanced between the woman and her taller companion. The similarities in the way they stood was disturbing, an unsettling mirroring. Dick began to regret his decision now that it was upon him. She could see this in how his gaze lingered on the escape through the trees.

As Julius looked to his mother, the amusement glittered in her eyes. She did so enjoy tormenting those beneath her.

If he somehow managed to claw his way back up from prey then maybe an accord could be reached between them, if not.. well then...

"What do you 'ave then, show me." She commanded, when it became clear the wretched man was too cowed to answer her. Helena watched, impassionate, as he began to unpack his bags of goods.

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Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Fri Mar 08, 2019 10:30 pm

pump your veins with gushing gold

Helena was a craftswoman in her own right, though her tools involved the manipulating, the pruning, and the shaping of the metaphysical. Beneath her specific brand of careful sculpting, the very image and ideal of Salsola was made in the hearts of those close to her.

But, this perhaps, was more so true of Andrew than it was of Julius - after all, he had a darkness all his own, unaddressed, from the day he opened his eyes. Caring words fell thin and delicate between the trio, and Julius looked down the long, sharp length of his bridge to the trader, who simply fumbled and wrung his hands, over, and over, and over again, as though he were trying to shed his skin like fine gloves. The Valentine focused there, perhaps overly long, before he muttered, and broke away quick to produce wares. Julius, in turn, cut away from his mother's long and willowy shape to examine things a little more closely, scrupulous with his dragon's eyes to glean the worth of what was brought, though he found little more than a common wealth amidst such items.

Disappointed he clicked his tongue against the back of his sharp teeth, and held a pelt to the light.

"This is insulting. Anything else?" he pressed, and there was a trembling tenseness in his words, a seriousness that mirrored his mother's as he didn't feign anything to cover such obvious disappointment. The merchant stuttered a moment before offering up affirmation to that question, answering soft before going to dig through more bags.

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