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Post by Cinderella on Nov 17, 2021 20:14:09 GMT -8
The Brightone had a mask that was diplomatic enough for a Fall hosted holiday. Were the rotting leaves a compliment to Fall or an insult to Spring? What about Summer's gold overtaking everything? What about the antlers and twining pearls of Spring? Impossible to know without a mind read, and maybe the final secret was for Winter. "Sure, we can sit under one of the canopies by the garden."Aello darted over quickly to see how her motley was doing. Her smile to Lucas was polite, if a bit bashful, but her feathers being raised was more than one type of excitement for a Beast as the sun eclipsed behind her pupils. Frost crackled along the edge of the pool as the dappled light flared with a sunrise, silhouettes leap and stalking with Dawn Catcher's combined signature. "Nice costume," the jackelope offered, nudging Golden Boy to startle from his dozing so they could follow. The Gravewight had earned some rapport with the younger group. |
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Post by Lucas Chevalier on Dec 3, 2021 1:00:03 GMT -8
After the group moved away from the all the festive distractions, the Fairest was able to take a good look at Dawn Catcher. When he took a real, honest good look at them, it made him realize just how young all of them were. They were too young to be caught up in all the political bullshit that was going on within the Freehold. Unfortunately, they had no choice but to engage not only because of what was going on with their motley mate but because of what happened at the change of the seasons. The Huntsmen did not care how old a Lost was. They would drag each and every last one of them kicking and screaming back into Arcadia.
"Thank you. Your masks look great as well."
Lucas pushed his troubling thoughts away from the forefront of his mind long enough to offer a compliment in turn and smile at the compliment that was given to them.
Once they arrived at the canopies, he started to hand the drinks out to the group.
"I was told that when these drinks are shared among a group, it will either help bring about prosperity to someone in the group or oust an enemy. To get straight to the point, I'm sure we can all agree that Golden Boy could use some prosperity. The situation he's in...well, I don't need to tell everyone here how complicated it is. We could use all the extra luck and fortunate we can get to help change the tide. Plus, it's another way to build trust among each other, yeah?"
While he had earned some trust within the group, there were still many things about him that they didn't know. Not to mention the fact that he was a Winter Courtier and his Monarch was the one punishing Golden Boy. Any extra assurance he could offer that he wasn't out to hurt Golden Boy would likely help their ability to work together.
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Post by Krakenbox on Dec 5, 2021 22:01:25 GMT -8
Aello wiggled her eyebrows, sharing a laugh with Cinder with some inside joke as they take the enchanted sangria. The mood sobered as Lucas maintained a serious tone about their motleymate's intense trials, with Golden's expression staying neutral as he felt the eyes of the others on him.
Tanner simply nodded, not questioning the older Changeling bringing a sophomore alcohol when it was pretty damn obvious that Cinderella and Aello weren't strangers to partying. He offered Golden Boy's shoulder a familiar squeeze and said something too low in his ear for the others to hear. The Fairest tried and failed to smirk, and just opted to thank Lucas for the gesture.
As the toast was had, the reflections in the glass offered pastoral landscapes and bright sunrises to indicate that no one in Dawn Catcher held ill will towards Chevalier. The Wyrd seemed to respect his request as well with Golden settling next to him when he was clearly looking for a vision that favoured the Dragon. He seemed even more fey than last time, with an otherworldly beauty shifting his features and adding weight to his movement, which given the context of his situation seemed a little alarming. The torture was forcing extreme adaptations where the younger Lost was walking closer with Arcadia than ever before and leaving humanity behind. Black nails glittering like boart as he knocked back the drink alongside Lucas. Golden side-eyed the other Winter with equal parts relief and guilt from trained suspicion. Even then, he was still wondering if the Gravewight had been manipulated to watch him.
Lucas was swept up in the image of Vegas as a barren wasteland bereft of light or splendor, with the song of Thorns mocking and tearing from within. Golden Boy sat alone on the spike of the Strat, hands caked with flaking dried blood that he fidgeted and picked at. A great, wicked lance lay across his lap that radiated regret and betrayal. He glanced up, pupils contracting to alien slits as he behold a great mountain shifting in the distance, hand hovering over the lance as he considered. The mountain stood as a behemoth wreathed in shadow, blotting out the sunrise, but not daring to approach the weapon now pointed towards it. The strength wavered, as Golden allowed the lance to dip, fingers slowly playing with the idea of letting it drop and allowing the city to fall into the spiraling maw of the Maelstrom. He glanced back to lock a Hunterheart's stare with the Gravewight's mind's eye, cold judgement begging for a reason to give a single shit about the lives he held vigil for under the weight of the Freehold's treatment of him.
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Post by Lucas Chevalier on Dec 7, 2021 0:19:48 GMT -8
The vision that unfolded in his mind tugged at the deep seeded terror that resided in his subconscious after their trip to the Maelstrom.
The Fairest wanted to be brave for the young Lost present but his heart felt like it had been gripped in an ethereal hand that was woven together by nightmares. His emotions betrayed him as he gasped sharply and stumbled back a couple of feet with eyes full of terror. For a moment, he was muted, unable to break past the primal fear that was pumping through his veins.
The cup he had been holding made a loud clanking sound on the ground while the remnants of his drink pooled around his foot. After he had sometime to collect himself, he shared the vision he witnessed with the other group while also apologizing profusely for freaking out. Talking and interacting with others helped ground the Fairest back to reality. When the adrenaline finally left his system, he was able to focus on Golden Boy directly.
"We'll figure this out together, I promise. I know it's not going to be easy for you from here on out, but I need you to keep trusting in me so we can be a team."
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Post by Krakenbox on Dec 7, 2021 12:29:48 GMT -8
Lucas' reaction gave everyone pause: Aello glancing as if to check for a Problem, Tanner acting as if nothing was amiss to attempt to give Lucas respect, and Cinderella offering a sympathetic frown and a look that wanted to ask if he was all right.
Golden Boy was nonplussed.
Was it really surprising at this point that any fate involving him was messy or disturbing?
The olive branch was offered again, and the Hunterheart reacted in a way that any fairy would, as Lucas sensed the glamor being woven into his words to make it Real.
"I trust you Lucas, it's everyone else."
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Post by Lucas Chevalier on Dec 7, 2021 13:17:24 GMT -8
If there was one thing Lucas had learned in this strange and fantastical journey of his it was that there was no greater power than believing in ones self.
Lucas allowed his words to be sealed by Golden Boy's magic. If he wanted to cement the other Winter Fairest's trust then he needed to meet him where he was at and make promises like a fae did.
The older Fairst then reached out to place a hand on the dragon's shoulder, his hand glowing faintly as he put the finishing touches on the seal by using his own glamour.
When the promise was completely sealed his impossibly bright eyes met the same eyes that had threatened the Freehold in his vision.
"They don't matter. Not right now, not in this moment. What matters is your story and trusting in yourself. I know you'll make the right choice, Golden Boy. I've seen the kindness you're capable of. You didn't hesitate to shield Riley and myself when we were in the Maelstrom."
One of the gifts Fairest learned was how to give a part of themselves to another to give them the will to do go above and beyond in clutch situations. While it didn't make sense to do that exact thing at this moment, he tried to channel his own confidence and energy into the other Fairest to help revitalize him.
"This next chapter is yours to write. We might not have a happily ever after on the horizon but this isn't going to be our final chapter either. "
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Post by Golden Boy on Dec 8, 2021 22:18:35 GMT -8
The Hunterheart flushed, meeting Lucas' stare despite the rush that would lock the Gravewight in place to let the words land. His vision flashed with his Mantle, casting Golden in a brief silhouette as the citrine held its own light, pupils narrowing to painful slits with the brief instinct of being pinned and drawn in.
"I definitely don't. But m'not looking to fail everyone in the process."
And prove them right.
There was a childish defiance as Arcadian malice chimed in a quiet chuckle. The Wyrd was so thick through his mien that his scales were flawless liquid, even as he grinned.
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