Blinded by the brightest lights

[p. Elphaba]

POSTED: Wed Aug 08, 2018 8:16 pm

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With purpose she walked. Glorious purpose that imbued her every fiber, like a golden light. Perhaps, though, in her case, it was more like the dark of the moon that glowed within, rather than something holy. Delfina was not a holy creature, no matter what it was she said. Whatever favored her, it could not have been the Goddess. Or was it that the two sisters were touched by different fronts of the all-mother, the eternal Goddess of all.

In the time she had spent at the Outpost, her looks matured, thinned, and she was far more of a waif than she had been in her youth. Rather than looking gaunt, however, Delfina had the look of sharpness about her that denoted a strength that was far more dangerous than her supposedly weak frame suggested. Eyes, pointed in their gaze and piercing like any other dagger, did not fail to take in what lay around her.

And these changes were abhorrent to her.

However, some things may have been good. She had chased Lokr in her own youth, and now understood why it had been so doomed to fail. Blood spoke volumes and the males of his line were all weak to one thing: woman flesh. Yet the females prospered, and when Elphaba ascended, Delfina knew that time ran out for her and that things shifted in such a way that were no longer forgivable. But she was patient, for she had always been patient, and decided that it was high time to put herself to good use, and her fingers were itching for blood.

But it would not do for her to scorn her new Boss, even though her loyalties had thinned to water. Like a tiger, she hunted for the woman who was blood but did not know it. Delfina knew, but she always ended up knowing all eventually.

At the doorstep she debated doing the polite thing, and fought the urge to burst into a room that felt like it ought to have belonged to her. Instead, she did the right choice and knocked but her form was an ominous sign, like a black cloud on the horizon.

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POSTED: Mon Aug 13, 2018 11:44 pm

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Whispers had already reached her of the arrival of Isabella Heiwa's eldest daughter - Nothing so grand ever remained secret in Salsola for long, and as her grandmother before her, Elphaba had eyes out there more multiple than a widow spider.

Even so, she was unprepared for what to expect from the older woman. Ondine was a quiet sort, meek in the way that wallflowers were apt to be; She wasn't certain what it was that her father had found so supposedly irresistible about the woman, certainly not in comparison to her own mother's bright and famishing flame. But purportedly Lokr had been unable to help himself to the Seer, and there was, Elphaba supposed, a certain magik in that.

Instinct and a number of observations warned her that Delfina would not be such a sweetling. Her bastard halfbrother had brought her foreword of his odd aunt from the provinces, and even muted by his sarcastic lips the words had blazed with ire. Who was this woman, to brandish such a righteous fury at her own familia?

Perhaps she would see in Delfina something familiar, something not unlike the oily darkness within herself.

The young queen did not rise to the door but her back stiffened where she sat on the old stone throne that had been her fathers, and her grandfather's before him. "Come in," She beckoned in a pleasant voice, folding her hands together elegantly like little blackbirds in her lap.

When the heavy wooden door was pulled aside, Delfina's presence filled the doorway and spilled out like shadows along the floor - The arkemical green of her eyes startled Elphaba, who pressed her lips together uncertainly.

"Delfina, daughter of Isabella, house Heiwa," She did not rise from the throne, but settled deeper into it, and smiled a lovely smile, "Welcome home."


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POSTED: Tue Aug 14, 2018 6:22 pm

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She entered the room, her form filtering into the door frame like an inky shadow. Eyes glittered as they adjusted to the change in light, taking in the different world that lay within. It was not as Sirius had once had it, though even then it had never been a space that Delfina had truly had need to enter. It had been someone else's domain, some place that only her mother had gone to in her heyday, that was later pilfered by an unworthy heir.

Delfina coveted the tower.

But the most important thing she could have done though, was to set her poisonous eyes upon the young woman spread across the throne. She was a terrifying little filly, sure enough, thought the prophetess. There was no doubt in her heart that the creature before her was as full of darkness as those blooded eyes suggested.

The Heiwa woman smiled widely, her somehow still pristine Cheshire grin at odds with such an austere meeting. Somehow, and she could not really explain aloud why, but she was pleased with what she saw before her.

Thank you, Boss, she returned the greeting in a strangely sweet way. Elphaba was, after all, her niece at the end of the day. Blood was important, especially when it was so strong a bloodline. So much seems to have changed in my time away but it seems perhaps it was for the better. Those sharp eyes glittered dangerously as they threatened to swallow the skull-faced woman.

Delfina held her hands behind her back, turning ever so slightly to glance about the room before returning just as steadily to the Boss. You remind me so much of your mother, if you forgive my boldness, she add simply, without any real hint of true apology for how bluntly she spoke. Something clattered in her grasp, behind her back, and the witch continued to smile.

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POSTED: Sun Aug 26, 2018 11:54 pm

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She had never seen the tower so bedecked as it had been in Sirius' heyday - the Mad King had been a sop for luxury, drunk on the power of his influence and its ability to fill his life with beautiful toys. Women, clothing, luxuries like never seen before on the Peninsula; He'd found these in his travels abroad and brought them back, in his rotten heart, to plant as seeds in Salsola's culture.

When Osrath and Lokr had lived in the tower, it had been hardly more modest, if a little more tasteful - her mother had an eye for color and quality, and so some of the gaudiness had been stripped back into refinement. But still the overabundance of luxury had remained, plush and gluttonous.

Then it had fallen apart, and with single-handed ruthlessness, Elphaba had burned all the color from the tower along with the memories of the family that had abandoned her.

It had taken some time for her to build up her own brand from within the central castle. It held not the same regal taste of finery as those who had come before - The furs were more rustic, and the primal shrine in the corner was the first place of worship this tower had ever cradled in its shadows. But the old spiraling stone remembered decadence and power. It would never forget what had been.

The tower remembered Delfina Heiwa.

She looked as though she belonged in this place - Her shark-tooth smile oozing the confidence of someone who has returned home at long last. When the older woman spoke, her voice resonated with pleasure, with a sweetness that reminded Elphaba of the tangy scent of decay. Elphaba leaned forward in the throne, and laced her fingers together thoughtfully.

"It was for the better," She agreed, the demureness of her tone at odds with the narcissistic statement, "Better still now that you have returned."

Her sanguine gaze traced Krios' aunt as she explored the room, curious in the way of two apex predators sniffing at one another. Delfina's offhand remark caught her off guard; She covered this by blinking her slanted eyes and feigning an inquisitive smile. "You know my mother well?" A long time ago, Elphaba would have given anything to be thus compared to 'the most beautiful woman in the North' - but she had long since built the pillars of her identity on other, less treacherous grounds. "How do you mean?"


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POSTED: Sun Sep 16, 2018 12:08 pm

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Elphaba seemed to be a creature born of the darkness, something kindred and that made a bubble of fondness grow in the woman. Their shared bloodline, though unknown to the Boss, was something else entirely, too. Though blood often meant little to Delfina, in such a case, it meant everything.

Still, Delfina smiled somewhat at the compliment toward herself, though she knew it was more generic than intended. More flesh and bone that filled their borders, the stronger they appeared, and the less threatened they could be by whatever lurked beyond their stronghold of marsh and madness. Delfina was no warrior, her specialty laying in the same skills her own mother toted once upon a time. Fighting had never been any of their strengths, but their culture never insisted any one of them pick up a weapon. Though well skilled in the knife, Delfina never preferred to fight.

Words and poison worked just as efficiently as any blade.

I did not know her well, but I was a mere child when she was born, so I remember the fuss well. She did not have to mention the stir that Lokr's presence had caused, too. Nor did she think she could, not when the Boss had strictly forbidden it by making the man Pentiti. Once upon a time, Delfina had tried to seduce him, trap him, ruin him, and it had never worked. Elphaba had effectively completed that work after Delfina had long since given up the fight.

But Delfina's lips widened, teeth appearing in the gaps. Both threw off the weight of a problematic person, like one shucks an ear of corn. So simply said, so full of meaning. And I have come to make myself useful to you, my Queen, she said, silkily as she pulled the thing from her back. It was a packet of folded waxed parchment paper tied with twine. She glided to the Boss, sinking to her knees before the younger woman.

A gift from Portland, from Ame Rouge, she added, offering the packet. A gift to remove your enemies. Wolf's bane. Poison.

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POSTED: Thu Oct 04, 2018 8:07 am

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It would be impossible to predict how Elphaba might react, were she given the full tapestry bearing the truth of all these things that made Delfina Heiwa both an asset and a threat to her - The secrets were woven so deep into the fabric, so deep that the colors would never fade from them. Nothing took to bearing a hue quite like old spilled blood.

There lay a whole gulf of history and misunderstanding between the two women, though only one of them knew it and could see the chasm for what it was. Delfina both was her family, and had tried to ruin her family once; These were the sorts of secrets that caught up around one's throat like a noose.

But blood always calls to blood, and like a candle to a wildfire, Elphaba was drawn to Delfina.

She would digest the woman's sentiments later, given privacy and time. In the present, the only reaction she gave was a single raised brow.

Elegant even while prostrated before the throne, Krios' aunt sank gracefully to a kneel by her feet and withdrew a mysterious waxed parcel. Curious as to what wonders of trade Ame Rouge had to offer, Elphaba was reaching for the gift even as Delfina named its deadly contents.

For a moment her hand hovered in the air, fingers still outstretched. The hesitation lasted less than a heartbeat. Carefully, the young Boss took the wrapped parchment from her new subject. "An intriguing gift," A dangerous gift, "From an intriguing woman." From a dangerous woman.

She turned the small package over and over in her fingers, but did not open it.

"Do you suppose that I have many enemies?" The words came out in a low voice that seemed to thrill with some unspeakable inner conflict, pleasure warring against a warning instinct as old as time itself.


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