table © Alaine
ooc: Ooooh, omnom. <3
WC: 900+
His slow turn, his flattened ears, his frozen eyes of a once beautiful sky now marred with clouds threatening to rock the conscious world with an emotional storm, a hurricane of anger and confusion, lust and love, familiarity and dissent. He stood as if she had shot him in the back, vying for his death in favor of his dam's mental stability. Though Alaine was not her blood mother, Sylvie believed her now to be as close to a mother as she ever had and ever would have. The only person to welcome her back into their life with open arms, compassion unexpected considering the state in which Sylvie had found her, Alaine fast proved to be the mother she never had. For who else would forgive transgressions as quickly as the one she now called her mother? Movement from Alaine momentarily gained a glance from the lilac lady.
Sylvie took note of Alaine's reaction to her arrival, feather-duster lashes hiding violet gems for but a moment too long to be a normal blink, her warning well heeded. Sylvie would tread carefully in this dance of danger, this concert of emotional spray, threatening to spill over at any moment. Sylvie had been born, however, in a world where even the slightest ill movement could bring death, a mere pawn to spectral villians bound to the earth by little more than a happy will to live without children, but with servants. Drawing on how she used to handle her... first family, she took up the role of a logical scholar, faithfully listening to Caillen's words. His choice of speech spoke volumes beyond the original meanings of the phrases themselves, deeming her mother corrupted, shamed, as if her attempts at garnering the love of another in a way not unlike how Sylvie and Caillen had once been was the bane of her existence. Like a pimp correcting his merchandise. Violet eyes narrowed at him, hands planted firmly on the curve of each hip, frowning in a manner unfitting a young, yearling lady of her beauty.
Sylvie huffed a moment, just a moment, at Caillen's rage-filled reactions, his stinging words about family business merely taking the form they deserved. Sticks and stones would break her bones, but words would never hurt her. Not anymore. "If you ask me, Caillen... you are the one who doesn't belong in this business." His hotheaded reactions were not at all what Alaine needed right now, as fragile a mindset as she was in. One would have thought a raging bull such as Caillen, claiming that he knew everything... knew everything. "Shame. What is shameful about her situation? If you know everything as you so claim... you would know that Alaine and Daisuke have a great relationship. You would know that they consensually joined together, with no regret..." Ivory and lilac arms crossed over silky white chest, pert breasts pressed beneath the gesture as gently curved hips slanted to one side.
"They met as dear friends and left as more. But... do you know this? Your mother fell pregnant... and miscarried." Sympathy shot through amethyst facets as her gaze shifted to Alaine a moment, apologies abound before vanishing again into the flaming orchid stones, the anger evident in her eyes, and yet not on her tongue. "And now here you are, snapping at her as if no one could have your mother but yourself. A selfish, bratty reaction, cursing your mother for finding someone she enjoys and then bearing your siblings dead." She said icily, caramel and creme plume twitching agitatedly. She knew what she was getting herself into. The look in his eyes... it reminded her of that terrible night... the night her innocence vanished with the warm summer breeze, stolen with no remorse, no consensual feelings.
"It is you who should be ashamed, Caillen." She stared at the once joyous young man, seeing, for a moment, the whelp he once was, with too-large paws and over-sized ears, stuttering persistently over everything except story telling. Her love, her light, the adorable babe she so adored as she grew, so cried for in every instance of pain, yearning for his comfort, his protection. That sweet dreamer was lost, blind to the truth in favor of a terrible spin on his once noble quest to protect the women in his life... when they didn't need protection. And then, when they did, he was unable to be there. This time he wasn't needed, wasn't required to protect his mother from anyone. "After all... it's not like she had anyone here." She narrowed her eyes at him again, this a stab directed at him, though she shared the same stab. Both of them had left their mother all alone to wallow in the dark depths of her mind, searching for sunshine. Daisuke and his golden fur fit the profile well. He was a nice wolf, she had heard, and Alaine had met him previously, enjoying his company long before Caillen had ever left her along. Alaine spoke highly of the golden brute, and Sylvie respected her opinion. And so, once again, Caillen was the tall, handsome brute he was now, his eyes flashing wild and tongue cutting flesh as if tipped with a blade.
"And now... I must ask you to leave." If he wouldn't go peaceably, she would find methods to make him leave. With how he glared at her, his own eyes sick with mixed personas, she might be able to exchange herself for Alaine, and lead the boy out of the hotel... for a time. "You can come back once you have regained your sense." She said sternly, motherly... almost a spitting image of Alaine, barring her obviously differently colored pelt and contrasting eyes. And now, she would see how he would react.
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