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Private, Jassypants!
He regretted he had let his half-sister’s greenhouse stand neglected for so long. He had watched from afar the previous summer when a member that no longer lived here had helped her create it. He had been blue-eyed and ignorant of its use back then, but a few days after her disappearance he had entered the little house made of glass and pursed his lips in awe of the wonders. He had never touched anything though, but he knew that his sensitive sister would never come back. He had not seen her warm hued form for so long now and absently wondered how she was. It was a given that he had, shortly after her disappearance, taken the time to track down her fading scent and found it digging into the Crimson Dreams territory. Anu’s scent hand lingered as well, and he had broken off the trail and returned home with the knowledge that she was safe.
He recognized the plants now, and some of the choices of herbs surprised him. They were no doubt poisonous, and could even in small amounts be classified as very lethal. He could not imagine how and why his soft hearted sister had kept them. The yearling did not pay too much attention to the choices of herbs right now though. His only task today would be to clean out the weed that had somehow managed to get into what once had been nice rows dedicated to plants of purpose. There was much useful here, but without care there was so much death. Everything should have been dead, but something had shattered a few of the windows posing as roof, and rain had helped sustain life. The day was bright and the sun warmed his golden pelt as the young leader’s nose faced the dirt and clawed fingers ripped and tugged away at the endless amounts of wildly growing weed.
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If everyone cared and nobody cried.
It was a beautiful day for collecting. Bris had awakened early, the rising sun just starting to warm her white pelt through the window of her now-lonely treehouse. The rays of morning light had glittered off the little slave earring that had once belonged to Kol; it now lay atop a worn-out jewelry box, the studded dreamcatcher that had made up the lower portion of the earring set now buried with Kol in Flander's Field. Bris had kept the top half of the broken earring, the cuff inscribed with a human glyph that resembled some sort of great bird with lightning around it, intent on finding a suitable bottom half to take the place of the dreamcatcher for the young girl to wear in her sister's memory. As the Stormbringer lay on her large mattress on the floor of her treehouse, she made the decision that today would be a good day to do a little shopping.
It didn't take the girl long to rustle herself from bed. Shortly after, Bris was on the ground, rolling up the rope ladder that led to her home, the top half of Kol's earring wrapped in some cloth and tucked safely into the brown leather satchel that crossed her chest. She was careful to lay the pouch against her left side, her right side still sore where the long gash from Cotl's sword was still healing. Her hands were healing a bit more quickly, but Bris was a bit more careful with them and they had been more shallow than the cut that graced her ribs. Even today they were still wrapped in white cloth to keep the wounds clean and let the salve do its job. When she'd finally thought about her encounter logically, Bris realized how lucky she was that the weapon hadn't severed the tendons in her palms, or worse.
The Stormbringer kept her pace deliberately slow. She had no time limit, no schedule to keep, and so she took the time to enjoy the beauty of the day. It was rare she found herself in a decent mood these days, and the yearling had to admit that it felt good. For a little while, the sadness of losing Kol was pushed to the back of her mind, replaced for the time being by the singing of birds, the rustle of leaves in the sunlight, and the strange sound of ripping plants. Bris paused as the latter came to her ears, her left one twitching to find the source. She'd passed the little greenhouse countless times in her wanderings through the area, but this was the first time she'd ever heard anything but silence from the worn out building. Raising a brow in curiosity, the snowy girl approached. She was surprised when she moved through the doorway and her mismatched eyes found the source of the sound: Conor was diligently ripping plants from the herb beds. Bris' knowledge of plants was only enough to recognize those that could pose a threat, several of which were littered in boxes and pots around the room. Not wanting to startle the young leader, Bris made sure to shuffle her feet a bit louder than usual as she approached him. "Conor? What are you doing?"
If everyone loved and nobody lied.
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Although she probably had made it obvious that she was approaching, Conor’s mind had flown far away and was completely oblivious of her presence until her voice rose up into the warm spring air and slammed him back into his body as she pronounced his name. He did not stir and jump though. Golden audits turned to take in her gentle voice and the lilac gaze settled on her soft hues. He had always been fascinated by Bris’ beautiful eyes. It was a similar hue of lavender they carried, but she only had one. Her other eye held rich oceans, the beautiful colour of the sky. Or at least, he liked to think so. Fingers continued to dig into the crispy soil and tossed weed aside as he turned his gaze back to what he was doing. ”It is good to see you, Bris.” he spoke softly, allowing a weak—though genuine—smile dance upon dark lips. He recognized the soft warmth massaging the inner walls of his chest. It was happiness. He was glad to see her.
Fingers paused and he turned fully from the green life to gaze upon the canine. Company was never a bad thing, and he found that he hoped she had sought him out for other reasons than official pack matters. Life no doubt turned more social when you wore a leader’s title, but friendships had bloomed as well in the most peculiar ways. He found that he connected much better with those he surrounded himself with after Haku had been overthrown. This was not because of his newfound status, but because the dark shadow with the glowing blue eyes was no longer here. Conor had more responsibilities and work than ever, but he had never felt this liberated. Not even as a child by his mother’s side. Haku had always blocked out the sun. ”It’s a beautiful day. I’m trying to breathe life into Coli’s old greenhouse,” the boy explained lightly, crossing his legs and gazing up at the young woman.
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OMG I'm falling for Conor, lmao! XD
If everyone cared and nobody cried.
Bris smiled softly when her leader turned to meet her gaze. Time stopped for a milisecond as those lilac eyes locked with her own, and she was thankful her thick white fur hid the blush she could feel in her cheeks. Conor's gentle voice washed over her in greeting, and his eyes told her that he actually meant what he'd said. He was genuinely glad to see her, and Bris marveled at that for a moment. She was a nobody, a foolhardy overgrown little girl still trying to figure out what she wanted in life. Why would he be happy to see someone as unimportant as her?
It was easy to forget that the alpha of Dahlia de Mai was hardly much older than Bris was herself. When they'd first met, her very first time in the packlands, both Bris and Conor had been barely a few months old, still all knobby knees and huge paws. With everything that had happened in so short a time, and in the way Conor had simply stepped up without question to lead when a leader was needed, it was hard to remember he was still so young. Most of Dahlia's members were older than he, and Bris wouldn't doubt it if the young alpha felt constantly under scrunity, even though Dahlia seemed to have nothing but faith in their inexperienced new monarch. The Stormbringer would probably feel the same way.
Perhaps that was the secret to his relief and warmth at seeing her beside him. Maybe he was glad to see someone he felt he could be himself with, that he could just be "Conor" around and not some perfect over-striving figurehead for Dahlia de Mai. Whatever the reason, Bris would be lying if she were to say she didn't feel her own little rush of joy at his reaction to her presence. The girl's own warm smile broadened a bit as she found her voice, forgetting for the time being the sadness that had overtaken her most recent days. "It's good to see you too, Conor." His next words took a moment to digest, and Bris had to dig into her memory to bring up the name he mentioned. Bris had never met the girl herself, but Kol had mentioned Haku's timid daughter a few times. "Coli's greenhouse? I didn't know this was hers. She's your sister, right? I never met her, but Kol mentioned her once in awhile."
As she finished speaking, Bris slipped her satchel from her shoulder and placed it on one of the dilapidated tables. Making sure her bandages were tight, the girl dropped to her knees beside the creamy male, following his lead and reaching for anything that looked identical to the weeds he was ripping out. As long as she only tore what Conor tore, Bris was confident she wouldn't accidentally pull out something useful. Work was always more enjoyable with good company.
If everyone loved and nobody lied.
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The soft spoken male nodded as Bris correctly established that Coli was his sister. It came as a little surprise to hear that Bris had never met the blue eyed half sister of his, but the timeline from his younger days was slightly blurry. Perhaps Coli left before Bris had returned to Dahlia. He shrugged, not putting much importance into it. As far as he knew Coli was living a happy life in Crimson Dreams. ”She’s my older half-sister.” The Anu woman he had met back then had seemed so very in love with Coli’s shy nature, and he hoped his half-sibling had found a life she could live together with that love. Kind souls deserved happy endings, and that was one of the reasons why Conor had decided to stay within close proximity of Alexey Koios. It was because the latte coated woman had wished for it. It had hurt him to be so close to a person he had loved but could not have, but he had done it for her. He wished for those around him to be happy.
He watched the young woman slip her satchel off and place it on one of the tables before she sunk down into the soft soil on her knees. He had believed she had wanted to take up a specific topic—had a reason to come here, but as her fingers started to dig after the weed and their tricky roots, Conor returned to the soil and the work awaiting him there. Her hands were slower than his, and it was not hard to notice that the reason why was because she seemed uncertain of which plants should belong here and who didn’t. She was helpful nonetheless, simply looking at the appearance of the plants he forced up and away from their home. ”Thank you,” the male breathed lightly, still weeding the area. There existed silence between them, but it was the soft, comfortable kind. It was sort of beautiful.
”Some of these plants are poisonous if you prepare them a certain way,” he decided to reveal, wondering if the woman already knew. He was not sure exactly what to make of this. ”I think Coli longed for justice.” he concluded, almost wishing that his half-sibling had found the courage to poison their father. Haku deserved death, but none had been able to deal the last blow to the beast yet. ”I’m very sorry about Kol, Bris,” he then decided to say, moving his lilac orbs to her face. It was cruel of him to bring up the dead sister in such a way, but how else could it be done? It was important for the Soul male to appreciate those who had sacrificed their lives for Dahlia, even if it had truly been for nothing. ”She was a wonderful person, just like you.” A soft, though sorrowful smile graced his lips now. He just wanted Bris to know this.
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Yay more things to reply to! ^^ Conor just opened the floodgates. =X
If everyone cared and nobody cried.
The heated blush returned to Bris' cheeks at Conor's breathy words of gratitude. Once again, she was thankful for the white fur that covered her entire body, and she swallowed down the little lump that had risen to her throat. For a little while, she merely enjoyed the silence between them, her bi-colored eyes stealing a glance at the gentle face of the Dahlian leader. There was more to life than words, and the steady ripping of plants and the feel of Conor's body beside her made their own music. Bris would have been perfectly fine to spend the rest of the day like this, if that's where it was heading.
Even when Conor's voice broke the quiet, it didn't break the spell that permeated the little greenhouse now. His voice didn't cut through the silence, instead laying itself over the stillness like a blanket of warmth and comfort. Bris had recognized a couple of the plants they were trying to help, knowing they were dangerous and even deadly, but there were several other varieties she knew nothing about. The girl had wondered herself why anyone would have cultivated such dangerous herbs, let alone Coli if she was truly the gentle soul Kol had described her to be. Bris could only speculate for the moment just what Conor had meant by what he'd just said. "Justice? Do you mean for Haku? I can't even imagine what it must be like to have someone like him for a father. I'm just glad that his darkness doesn't seem to be hereditary." She wasn't lying, because in seeing how unlike Conor was to his demonic father, it gave Bris hope that her own father's dangerous blood wouldn't poison her soul.
The woman's form went still for a moment with her leader's next words. The lump in Bris' throat returned, only this time it was caused by sorrow rather than happiness. It was the first anyone had offered a sign of sympathy at the loss of Bris' sister, as she had never been one to seek pity and understanding from those around her. Burying the dark Stormbringer in Flander's Field had been the hardest thing the yearling had ever had to do, and she was certain she could feel her soul tearing apart in grief with every soft handful of dirt that blanketed her sister's still form. But she hadn't cried, not that day, and not since. She'd merely lashed out in grief-stricken rage at a sword-wielding, mounted sentry at the border of the Inferni lands, gaining herself nothing but a few nasty scars and a sense of hopeless failure.
Bris felt her eyes threatening to spill over as she bit her lip, her hands moving to once again retake the rhythm of pulling the weeds from their chosen beds. As she concentrated on breathing and not letting herself cry, Conor's next statement came as a shock. Kol was a wonderful person, but Bris didn't think herself anything like her. She wanted to be, she wanted nothing more than to make her beloved sister proud, and hearing Conor compare her to Kol sent her over the edge. Her movements stopped altogether, and she silently cursed herself as the tears that had been dammed up for these past few weeks finally came spilling over her cheeks. Bris couldn't stop them this time, and her body shivered in silent sobs as she knelt there, true grief and loss finally taking over her heart. She was pathetic, and now her alpha knew it intimately.
If everyone loved and nobody lied.
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Sooooo sorry for the wait, love <33 300+
It was uncertain if the young male noted the soft blush beneath the ivory cheeks of the young woman. If he did, he hid it well. In the past he would have reacted to such a thing with rosy cheeks of his own, but he had changed. Little seemed to be able to push him off his feet—not even the shock that had taken him back when he had realized that he would have to take up the responsibility of a leader when Haku’s terror had ended. It was not that he went untouched by everything around him, but he seemed able to cope well in ways he had not imagined was possible. Chaos could still reign within his chest and head, but he found that there was always a tranquillity he could put on to create a thin mask of control.
Her words concerning Haku caused his golden audits to settle low on top of his bright hued skull. It had been far from a happy fairytale, but the devil with the blue eyes was gone now and he could only pray that he did not stir up hell and conflicts elsewhere. The young male had gone through tough times in his childhood, but it was the presence that counted and at the moment he found happiness more easily than he had thought possible. No life could be perfect and the young Soul accepted this and basked in the small moments of harmony that he was granted daily. He did not ask for more. He was grateful that he had not become his father’s shadow. It could easily have gone wrong.
He felt immensely bad for bringing sorrow forth in her uniquely hued eyes. The colours turned to liquid purple and sapphire. He almost wished he could take back the words that caused the tears to be released. Just almost—Kol did not deserve to be forgotten, and Bris needed to hear this, no matter if the hurt clawed her heart raw inside her chest. He lost her to the hurt and for a moment he watched her lithe body tremble silently. Grief was a natural part of life. If anything, it was something pure and beautiful. It was the very proof of love and devotion, and the young male’s respect for the Stormbringer female had never been greater. Conor was not entirely certain of how to react to this outbreak, but the woman deserved more than nothing.
He slowly shifted, moving closer to her and placed a hand on the young female’s back. He wanted to hold her, but they did not know each other, and the thing he wanted least right now was to upset the poor thing worse. ”I’m sorry, Bris,” the male breathed silently, lilac eyes soft with sympathy.
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Time stood still as Bris gave in to her grief. She hated herself; hated herself for letting Kol die, hated herself for a useless act of misplaced revenge, and hated herself even more by showing her weakness to her leader. Even as a child, when the looks of fear and disgust from her Stormbringer relatives would build up and push her to tears, Bris never let anyone know. She would always find a secluded spot to go bury herself in the shadows, tears streaming down her cheeks like rain and the quietest of sobs pouring from her throat. To show the pain was weakness in her eyes, and her relatives hated her enough already for simply being what she was. She was the spawn of forced breeding between her mother and the leader of the Stormbringer's age-old enemy: the Dawnrunners. And unlike her other four littermates, that fact was plastered all over Bris' flawlessly white coat. Kol and Dreyrugr had been the only two souls who'd ever known of her pain, and now one was gone for good and the other was missing.
Despite how her heart screamed at her to stop, Bris couldn't hold back her tears. She knew she'd broken down in front of the worst possible person, her alpha, but try as she might she could not dam the river that poured from her mismatched eyes. The yearling could only curse herself silently over and over as she made such a pitiful display. And then suddenly, calm started to seep into the turmoil of her soul. It started with an unmistakable feeling of warmth on her back, and Bris welcomed the touch like the sunrise after a stormy night. Her sobs began to slow, her breathing began to deepen, and Conor's voice flowed like sweet honey over the sourness of her sorrow.
It was still a small while before Bris could breathe calmly enough to get any words past her lips. When she did, they were pained, but full of genuine gratitude and the beginnings of regained composure. "Thank you...Conor. I'm sorry you had to see that, but thank you." As her tear-filled amethyst and topaz eyes met her leader's of soft lilac, a gentle smile pulled at the corners of the girl's lips. Somehow, she felt a soft light fill her soul again, and though she knew she would probably have countless more nights of sorrow ahead, she knew she could get through it. Bris still felt ashamed at her little break-down, and would probably never lose her composure to anyone else, but she had to admit that finally unbottling everything she'd been feeling had actually felt...good. The pain was still there, but it wasn't threatening to overwhelm the yearling and devour her like it had been before.
Breathing in a deep intake of fresh earthy air, Bris wiped the tears from her cheeks and gave the male a larger smile before plowing back into the work the two of them had begun. Maybe things really would be alright. "So how's your sister doing, anyway? Didn't she move to another pack nearby?" Her little moment of depression now over, Bris was eager to return to the more pleasant exchange they'd been having prior. Besides, Conor and Coli were pretty much both the antithesis to their father's darkness, and the Stormbringer truly wanted to know more about them. Maybe she wouldn't turn into her father either, after all.
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