key and rose

Talitha de le Poer · 06-23-2011, 09:17 PM

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Jackayote is not a word, but I used it anyways, since that is pretty much what he is.

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Her days were becoming longer as summer set in, and with each passing day she saw new changes in her body that lead her head to fill with foolish thoughts for the future. Her weight had increased significantly in the weeks that followed the death of Caillen Winters, once-thin body fleshing out into something more womanly; hard curves had turned to soft curves and below her vaguely malformed ribcage, her stomach rounded. The process was the same as she remembered. Food became more than mere necessity, but a desire, and her cold heart had warmed to the prospect of spending time amongst others. It was strange what her body had done to her mind, as if whatever undefined lifeforms that had begun to grow within her were forcing their mother to form bonds to cement her place in the world. With all of her public smiles, however, she was still somber when alone. Luck was not one of her strongest qualities — she did not want to repeat what she'd suffered last fall.

The mansion was her goal for the day, to get out into the fresh air and to socialize; more specifically, she wanted to see her cousin, the oddly quiet healer who had helped her broken bones before. Enkiel was an enigma to the frail-minded de le Poer. During her time of healing, she'd reported to him diligently to check the broken cage within her chest, and she had always been amazed at how easily he managed to simply know. Ezekiel knew, but it seemed to the dark princess that Enkiel's knowledge transcended that of the King. It was Enkiel she was determined to see, though she did not make common visits to the quiet hybrid — it was this ability to know that made him an asset in her current condition.

She was surprised to find the guest house empty, as it was the most common place she went to find the handsome jackayote. His possessions were in order, everything where it should be, with the key component of Enkiel Lykoi missing from the equation. Disappointment riddled her mind as she walked the empty corridor back into the sunlight; a fragile hand rose to shield her crimson eyes from the glare as the woman tried to take in her surroundings. It was an unfamiliar sound that drew her attention to the rear of the mansion — an unpleasant and rusted squeal that made her cringe as her eyes adjusted. Sure enough, there were people near the fence. It wasn't hard to see just who it was. Viggo was a monster of a horse, more so than the beast Maschine, and as he was Ezekiel's she knew it was the golden man who was working.

She didn't approach as Viggo dragged the remnants of the fence to the treeline, simply watching her brother and the much smaller cousin while they tended to whatever it was they were doing. It wasn't until the horse was allowed to go his merry way that she came away from the guest house and approached them. "Now, Ezekiel, you've ruined the aesthetic beauty of our garden." The words weren't accusatory; rather, they were taunting and playful, as if she were amused by the idea. In truth, she had never bothered to truly look at the fence, to study the wear of the metal pieces that had grown over with the beautiful scented honeysuckle. With a laugh, she allowed her hands to rest atop her hips, surveying the mess. The break in the fence offered a new route to enter the time-worn home of so many members, but it was truly ugly. Confusion clouded her gaze as it turned to Ezekiel. What was he planning to do now?

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