i need some mercy on my soul right now

POSTED: Mon Apr 16, 2018 6:42 pm

She had spent the morning nestled against Brocades back, her four-fingered hand tracing gentle circles across his shoulder blades. In moments like these where she was caught somewhere between sleep and wakefulness she imagined that he was Ferdinand and that they were living the life that they had been robbed of. She would have been an excellent wife, and perhaps her heart wouldn’t have turned so cruel and hard.

Sleeping with him proved easier than she had anticipated, the silver man was a more than competent lover – though she could see sometimes the ghosts in his eyes, or the way his hands trembled long afterward, his expression empty. She would make him love her just as he had all that time ago – and then she would destroy him.

It was a plan that took patience and careful control, both of which Etoile had in abundance.

Though there was one area of her plan that she had not anticipated. Brocade Valentine had a strange infatuation with the Heirophant, a connection that had him murmuring the woman’s name in his sleep and gazing woefully after her each time they encountered her in The Ruins. He looked at Etoile in much the same way, but there was a spark there that had Etoile on edge – curious and uncertain of the man’s deeper feelings.

She was determined to learn what she could from the sanguine-eyed enchantress, and so after asking Adelia for directions to the womans home she trotted off - her expression carefully coy.

The smattering of freckles across her cheeks practically gleamed as she paused to inspect herself in a puddle along the path, her hair spun into gentle waves along her shoulders and down her back. She dragged a finger along the scar that cracked its way across her muzzle, her gaze hardening before she turned towards the woman's Throne Room.

Her blouse was unbuttoned to reveal a swatch of milky fur, and the star pendant hung perfectly centred - the diamonds glittering brightly beneath the cloud covered sky. She wore trousers that had been made for travelling, with many hidden pockets and a satchel which hung from her belt.

She knocked on the heavy door and waited.

fancy meeting u here - lets go for a spooky walk in the dark woods >:]

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POSTED: Sat Apr 21, 2018 12:38 am

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Of late Elphaba had found herself slipping into little melancholy silences. The mood would pass over her, bruised rainclouds across a fiery sun. She had become complacent and indulgent, allowing herself to dwell stagnantly on things - on men; Her life had become a fine hide pricked with holes, each of them named and each of them growing. Some days she thought about O'Riley, his broad shoulders and the little secrets he fed to her about places beyond the borders that she had never seen. Sometimes the good doctor's face swam into her dreams and her guts would twist up like writhing snakes. She did not understand this to be guilt, having never named the unpleasant feeling before.

When she dreamed about Brocade it was different; Her fingers would twist up the blankets and furs and she would toss and turn feverishly, kicking off the covers so that her steaming skin could feel the cool fresh kiss of air.

Beyond all this was the lingering and malcontent presence of her brother, now and always, waiting patiently like a toothy trap ready to spring.

Having slept fitfully the night prior, Elphaba was slower to rise this morning. When at last she roused, groggy and heavy-eyed, her mood swung precariously between temper and temperance. A brisk cup of tea helped somewhat. By the time that her visitor arrived, the Hierophant was composed and lucid, brushing through the long raven locks of her hair with a pale bone-toothed comb.

The knock on her door was sharp, precise. The Hierophant had not been expecting any callers, but she was not surprised by the interruption - Since her promotion folk often stopped by, intruding into her space to complain about their problems or to supplicate themselves before a new political power. She hadn't realized how intimately she would come to crave solitude, nor precisely how involved her father's legacy had become.

Rising, the young woman tossed back her glossy hair and pulled the soft red kimono she wore around home more tightly about her waist before opening the door.

On reflex she smiled at the midnight blue woman. Her pupils shrank against the bright morning light, which caught in the hue of her eyes and lit them up like cherries. "What a surprise," The witch's voice was warm and alluring; In it held the lingering memory of their dance, spinning flush with wine. "Etoile, so lovely to see you!"

She leaned forward to brush her cheek against the Montgomery's, and rested her fingers lightly on the woman's arm.


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POSTED: Sun Apr 22, 2018 2:41 am

The Hierophant was the leader of the Thistle Kingdoms coven - something that Brocade had explained with a stoic expression. Mercenarys were a superstitious group, but despite this they did not believe in magic. Etoile refused to believe in the power of spells and curses - but as the darkling woman pried open the creaking door of her tower she found that something stirred within her. Those sanguine eyes crept across the smattering of freckles that dusted her cheeks, and the Montgomery chuffed softly in greeting.

The Kimono was devastatingly simple, and where it was knotted Etoile could make out the slender curve of her waist.

In comparison Etoile was dressed as a traveller, her tunic loose-fitting and tucked into the draping of her trousers. She ran a finger absently over the scar that crossed her lips, "My lady," She greeted the pale-faced woman with a flick of her ears, "I hope I did not disturb you." She wasn't sure why, but it felt like the right thing to say. She saw Brocade sometimes gazing out in the direction of the woman's tower as if he was toeing the idea of visiting her - she could see the conflict in his face, the way he split himself on the edge of a decision.

But each time he turned away and found the storm-cloud woman there to distract him.

She had spent the evening counting the vials in her satchel, each one tied off with a piece of crimson twine. She had counted and counted, spreading the small glass bottled across the earth with an eager expression. This, this was what would stop his heart. She fantasized about the moment he would fall in love with her, and the moment where she would destroy him. Crush him.

She made a sound in her throat and twitched her tail.

Their cheeks brushed and Etoile smiled coyly, cupping the womans shoulder with a four-fingered hand. "I was wondering if you would walk with me," She held out her hand, "Brocade is busy patrolling and has left me alone." Her smile was slowly creeping, and each word found more teeth exposed, until finally she was grinning widely.

"He told me you like the woods." She blinked liquid silver, "Would you show me?"

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POSTED: Sun Apr 22, 2018 3:13 am

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There was a spark that passed between them at these lightest of touches. It was the same manner of electricity as that which jumps between two live wires; As the chromatic gleam that catches light in the back of a predatory eye. It was a simple, primitive thing, but in that moment Elphaba realized that she was standing across from an uncanny familiarity, from a sameness that she recognized in her own self.

It steeled her resolve. There could only be one, after all.

"You did not," She murmured agreeably, waving away the insinuation with an elegant clawed hand. Elphaba was not easily disturbed - And besides, the more time she spent in Etoile Montgomery's presence, the more she could come to learn about the woman who so iron-fistedly held Brocade's affections.

She had not forgotten him - Not the way in which they had kissed at his cabin, breathlessly and recklessly, nor the way his gold-coin eyes had followed her from afar. But she hadn't forgiven him yet, either.

Etoile, Etoile.

Pulling her long cloak from its place on the wall, Elphaba threw it around her shoulders and did up the simple clasp at her throat. The many deep folds fell over her body, concealing the silky kimono and the slender form beneath it. "The westerly wind can still be quite chilly," The young woman said by way of explanation, and then smiled at her counterpart. "Shall we?"

The path to the Blackwoods was as intimately known to the witch as her own palms - she felt its magnetic pull always, like a compass to true north. Stepping out into the mild day, Elphaba took the midnight woman's four-fingered hand in her own and squeezed it softly.

As they set off down one winding pathway, the Hierophant watched Etoile coyly from beneath her thick, dark lashes. "Does Brocade talk about my likes and dislikes often?" She asked innocently, though there was a wickedness to the curl of her black lips.


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POSTED: Sun Apr 22, 2018 3:34 am

Elphaba spun a cloak about her shoulders and allowed it to fall in careful rivulets around the silk kimono before doing it up just beneath her throat. Etoile had noticed that she did everything with purpose, exposing swatches of perfectly dark fur to her as she adjusted and preened before taking up the womans hand and leading her out along the path. They abandoned the tower and began to pick their way towards the Dark Wood, her four-fingered hand gathered up in her warm grip.

They were like two school-girls, innocently chatting as they swung their arms along the winding path.

Despite everything Etoile understood that Elphaba was powerful - she reeked of herbs and a musky undertone which had her quirking her lips with question.

Brocade had told her so many things about so many people - but with Elphaba he was careful, revealing only the pieces of her that he felt Etoile should know. He coveted the darkling woman for reasons that Etoile did not understand and so she was here to listen and learn. Her free hand toyed with a piece of silver in her ear as they walked, the long cloak swaying as Elphaba lead her further and further through the territory. The Dark Wood was a deep and secret place - and Etoile felt herself bristling with anticipation to wander through it.

She clicked her teeth, "Brocade has taught me many things about Salsola." She squeezed the womans hand as if she was apologizing, "He does speak of you."

It was a careful lie, one that she tiptoed around with a glint of malice in her eye, "He said he was paid to watch you during the war."

Etoile turned her head and smiled, twitching her nostrils as the wind shifted - bringing with it the scent of horses and dung.

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POSTED: Sun Apr 22, 2018 4:11 am

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Elphaba did not have girlfriends. In fact, Elphaba did not really have friends at all - sure, sure, there were those who would kiss her toes and suggest a faithfulness they did not feel, but this was not friendship really. It was domination.

Because of this, the young Revlis heir did not know what it was that she felt as she pulled Etoile alongside her, two blackbirds with glossy feathers that caught the sunlight and made a mystery out of it. She did not feel companionship, not like with O'Riley and Grievous; She did not feel a womanly awakening as with Brocade or a girlish delight as with Neith.

What she felt was hungry - Like Etoile was a treat to be savored before devouring.

"My father was concerned that I would become involved in the fighting," Little crumbs of information, left to trail behind them like Hansel and Gretel. "Brocade was in need of coin - it was how we met, the first time, before he started training me." The silver freckles on Etoile's cheeks caught the light as she turned her head, letting Elphaba know when those lucid moon-eyes watched her and when they looked to the trail before them.

A strong breeze brought with it the fresh scent of salt, cleansing the air momentarily as they passed a field in which some pale-maned mares grazed. One of the horses lifted its head to follow the two women along the hidden fenceline. It was all they would see of Marrgerd from this particular path. Like its civilians, the lands of Salsola were secretive and coy, hiding all manner of things in plain sight.

Spring ripened the earth, and as they walked the Hierophant stopped to pluck a brazen yellow buttercup from the hedgerow. The color was so ripe it seemed almost gaudy against the erstwhile muted hues of the brackish coastline landscape. Far ahead, a rolling copse bridged by old barbed wire marked the edge of the forest proper.

Purposeful, Elphaba tucked the yellow flower behind Etoile's ear and smiled. "How did you first meet Brocade?"


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POSTED: Sun Apr 22, 2018 4:28 am

Etoile would never have guessed that Elphaba knew the truth - that Brocade had had an episode and spoken to a version of Etoile that had not existed. It would be one of the few times that the blue-dark woman would face a flaw in her plan, but she continued on, oblivious. She had noticed and understood the strange relationship that had begun between the Solider and his Hierophant, and she sought to capitalize on that connection.

She was lucky that Brocade sometimes spoke in his sleep, tossing and turning and mumbling sweet nothings into the length of his pillow.

The French-woman blinked in surprise, "He trained you?" Their hands were still linked, "In what?"

It was difficult to imagine the thin woman wielding a blade or sparring with a short sword - but Brocade had trained many Mercenaries during his time amongst the Squadron... perhaps he had taught something to Elphaba too. The sound of horses rose up over the plain and Etoile flicked a tattered ear toward Marrgerd as they turned a bend and drew closer to the black-trees that marked the wood.

It was a place she explored only during the bright light of day - for there was something sinister about it that left even the brave she-wolf on edge.

When Elphaba tucked the flower behind her ear she fingered it wordlessly, a soft smile flitting about her scarred lips.

"We met in Ame Rouge - we were assigned to the same squadron." She controlled her expression - pushing away the thoughts of Ferdinand and that crushed chest, the bloodied spear - "We trained, we fought." She suddenly smiled, "He disappeared after a particularly long battle." A lie. "I thought he was dead until his siblings left to seek him out." Another lie. "So I followed him here."

She clicked her teeth, "Are you still in need of training? I could help you for a price."

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POSTED: Sun Apr 22, 2018 4:44 am

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The first lie tasted like wine going down - tepid and cordial, proper in the way of it. Elphaba's throat bobbed as she swallowed, but aside from this she gave no inclination that the story Etoile wove garnered anything more than appropriate curiosity.

But where it sat in her belly, the first lie - and the second, and the third that followed after - festered and putrefied like a carcass left too long in the sun.

She thought of Brocade kneeling on the ground before her, his eyes a lifetime away; The rancid way he had rambled, the truth pouring out of him like puss from a wound. She thought about the little glass vial tied with bright red twine that she had taken home and hidden at the bottom of her trunk. Most of all she thought about the way he had kissed her (even the memory was warmer than this mild spring day, warm enough that the coat seemed stifling) and the way he had spoken that name, like a prayer on his lips - Etoile.

Birdsong reached them from the forest ahead. As they walked the pathway grew narrower, interrupted by the roots of old pines that snarled out across the trail. The first shadows fell over them like a cool caress.

Elphaba made a thoughtful sound somewhere deep in her throat. "Maybe," She allowed, considering the question honestly, "A good leader is protected by their people. I have not yet amassed the same amount of loyalty that my father had before he defected. But loyalty can be earned in many ways - with strength, force," She stepped a little closer into the mercenary's space, brushing her arm against the woman's travelling tunic, "With love."

Suddenly, a crow burst into flight from the shrubbery aside them, its black wings clapping like thunder and its caw a terrible shriek against the relative silence of the woods. Elphaba wrapped her arm around the Etoile's waist as though in fright, and let her hand linger above the clasp at her throat. "Or with fear!" She added, and laughed widely, showing each of her pearly teeth.


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