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This life again The Daring One
My hair is made into a long braid, the ends tickling my lower back. I change my mind many times on what I want to wear, and I decide on a simple light purple dress, that's long sleeved, and some warm pantyhose, paired off with black boots with buckles. Where Quill resides, it's almost always cold, and I understand why he chose that spot; his entire pack run on a higher temp than the rest of us do. Quill comes back from speaking with my father, and heads back in my closet, pulling out a thick, flower patterned blanket. He wraps it around myself, kissing the tip of my nose as he does so. That simple action, so casual, and out of nowhere makes my heart beat faster, and the blood rush to my face. Quill notices, his face switching from embarassment, to teasing, as he kisses both of my red cheeks. "S-stop, you tease!" I say, lightly shoving him back, as I wrap the blanket around myself. "My darling, you are covered from head to toe in clothes, it might b
Last Updated : 2023-03-20This life again New Puerto
The ring feels heavy on my finger, and I feel clumsy. Though the stone being much bigger than Mason's old engagement ring, I felt flustered as Quill guided me out of the carriage and into his castle. Cold air nipped at my exposed nose, and skin, and I rubbed my hands together to sort some heat from friction. At one point, I almost slipped on an icy puddle, Quill pulling me up into his arms. Instantly, my body was warmed, heat coming off of Quill. He walked with sure steps, greeting people to and fro, and I tried to peek out from the blankey. The cold hit my face with enough force to have me back huddled, the icy breeze piercing through my thin dress. What was I thinking dressing like this? "I do apologize for the weather, my dear. It got worse." Quill said, and suddenly, it stopped being cold, the blanket taken off of me. Sudden light from chandliers, and torches made me squint my eyes after having been in the darkness for so long. I rub my eyes, then tr
Last Updated : 2023-03-24This life again They arrived
My breath catches in my throat, and I open my mouth to speak when the door slams open. I let out a shriek and scuttled behind Quill, trying not to care that he's nude. It's Leopold, and his gaze meets Quill. "Sorry for the interruption, but there's trouble, my lord!" he exclaims before leaving the room. Quill whips on a robe that was dangling on his bed post, slipping on clean underwear, and running out of the room, the moment broken. I frown, our moment clearly ruined, and grab my own thick robe that will hide the fact that I'm not wearing a corset, and run after him, stopping just around the corner of the living quarters. The couches are filled with what I assume is Quill's pack, their wounds being attended to by the nurse maids, and a medical doctors. One of the pack members has a bandage around his head, and he tries to scratch the back of his head, but can't. "...report." I hear Quill say, his voice calm, and full of authority. "Before
Last Updated : 2023-03-25This life again Introductions
The sound of a violin beinig played wakes me. It's sweet, and loud, filling the room with music that sounds so...energetic. Quill is gone, having woken up before me, and I ring the bell that's placed on the small end table next to the bed. The three maids appear, bringing in the basin, and a rolling cart. They curtsey getting everything ready, and I wander off to the restroom, washing my face, and then getting ready for my bath. Rose oil is added into the bath, and soon the smell of flowers overcomes the room. Once the maids have served their purpose, I dismiss them, submerging my entire body in the hot water. Though my body is relaxed, and I shouldn't have a thought in my mind, it's racing. I overheard that conversation last night, and it is something to be worried about. Death laughed at me, saying that I don't know truly know men. But was that men in general or just Mason? The thought of Mason starting a war over being scorned makes me want to laugh. Because
Last Updated : 2023-03-29This life again Wake up
"Kelpies. Those are tricky little creatures. You have to be careful if you ever see one, Cece." my mother says, as she brushes a curl from my face, and gives me a kiss on my temple. "Do we have any here, Mama?" I ask her, and she chuckles. "No, your father made sure that kelpies would never enter this land. But that's not the case in all places you'll visit when you grow up. If a kelpie tricks you..." water began to drip down her nose, and then her eyes. Frightened, I grabbed my blankets close to my chest, scooting away from my mother. "M-mama?" I stuttered out, water pooling out of her mouth as she tried to grab me again. "If...a...kelpie..manages to trick you..." she says, and as she talks, more and more water flows out mouth, drowning out the rest of the words. I don't understand, I can't hear her, or know why she's talking about kelpies of all things- A boy emerges from the waters spilling out from my mother. He has his hood up, and
Last Updated : 2023-03-30This life again Safe
"You know, you lot are a hassles to keep up with." Death says, rolling his eyes as he swings his scythe lazily. I frown, crossing my arms as the faint sounds of the dead sounding behind me. I'm curious what he meant by 'lot', but decide to focus on other things instead. "I feel like I keep you entertained though." I say, innocently twirling the bridle/bracelet on my wrist. "You aren't the only one." he mutters, then places his scythe back on his back. "I keep telling you not to die, but I have a feeling the moon mark I gave you is what causing this." I touch my cheek, staring at him in confusion. "That would make sense. A mark from death is going to attract certain actions or things to want to kill me. But thist mark, you gave me because you lov-" "Don't flatter yourself, Cece. We have a deal is all." he replies flatly, and I can't help but smile at him. "Okay, okay, I just tease, honest. Plus it would be oh so scandolous; I am a betrothed woma
Last Updated : 2023-03-31This life again Strange
The conversation flow is natural, though Cersei partakes in little of it. Lip now and then shoves her arm with his book in an attempt to get her to say something. She says naught, rolling her eyes at him, then going back to eating her food, and drinking her orange juice. Luckily, Quill is busy talking to Elex, Eryx, and Xolo, and I try to listen in, though most of it is just about the problem with the trade in. In a more hushed tone, I can hear him ask Elex, and Eryx about Mason. I lean in to hear better when- "Oh! My lady, forgive me, I almost forgot if you settled your ownership of the kelpie yet." Lip asked, making my turn to him in surprise. "I haven't yet-" "I forgot! Lady Cece managed to take the bridle of a kelpie! That sounds so amazing." Xolo exclaimed, stopping the conversation between the twins and Quill. Quill smiles, but I can see the worry in his eyes, and how he pushes the remainder of his food away. I want to know what ex
Last Updated : 2023-04-01This life again Disasters
We walked in no hurry to get back to the estate while I looked at the icicles dripping off the trees in wonder. Quill tells me about his childhood, talking about his relationship with his parents, and how his father was the one that carried the alpha gene. Apparently, the chances of getting the werewolf gene were determined by the father since there was no account of female werewolves until Cersei came along. The werewolf gene, though common from past ancestors passing it down from the father's side. The Alpha gene was a bit more complicated to explain though. "Cersei really was the first one born with it?" I asked, slipping my hand in his. "It's a bit more complicated than that." Quill said, and he sighed, running a hand through his hair, the curls sticking up a bit. "Yeah?" I asked, trying not to seem too invested. But I was. In all my years of being alive, I didn't know much of the werewolves. Having them treated of the norm was still kind of a new thing
Last Updated : 2023-04-04
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This life again High count
When I walk in, Death is going through some scrolls, and he's frowning. This is the first time I've seen him like this, and when he looks up at me, his mind seems miles from where I am. "Hello Cecilia." he says, and I glance at him, curiously. "What are you doing?" I ask him, and he waves his arm around, a shiny desk appearing behind him as he places the many scrolls on his desk, careful not to let them fall. "I didn't want to worry you, but it seems like the amount of deaths have been going on an all time high. At first, I didn't know if there was a plague that was slowly taking over the kingdoms, and lands alike, but as I really read through the scrolls, their causes of death were anything but unnatural." he said, and he pinched his nose bridge, as if lessening a headache. "Might I take a look?" I asked, and he shook his head, placing a hand over the scrolls. "Even if you weren't mortal, I couldn't let you look at these. These aren't just the now deaths, these are also
This life again Impasse
The tension stays long after Queen Calandra and Lucios are gone. I run to catch up to the others, noticing that Xolo, and Lip stand outside of the gates, keeping their gazes focused on the woods, and the area where Mason and the others had popped up. Quill must have ordered them to stand guard, I think to myself, running inside of the estate. I'm not surprised that they're crowded in my father's office as they're busy not only determining Mason's punishment, but they're also trying to figure out how to go about the threat that the Unseelie King poses. From the panicked look of Queen Calandra, and Lucios, the Unseelie King is not one you want as an enemy. As I try to step in, my father turns to me, a distracted look on his face. Everyone continues on with their discussion, and he walks towards me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Daughter, I'm probably going to send you off to the Aztec Isles if this goes wrong." he says, rubbing his forehead with his hand. He looks stressed,
This life again Dark truths
Mason laughs, but he lays on the ground, staring at the ceiling. He says nothing, and I want to shake him, or hit him. "What does the Remmadon Kingdom have planned?" I ask, impatience coloring my tone. Mason notices, and he smiles, showing off his teeth. I notice that there's a dent in some of them, and I remember Quill telling me that my power had melted some of them off. "I'll only give you this information if you get your father to reduce my sentencing." Mason replies, and I run a hand through my hair in exasperation. "I can't believe I'm making deals with a madman." I say, and Mason laughs. "It's only fair to trade; you have something I want, and I have something you need." he replies. Instead of saying anything else, I turn on my heel, and walk off, Mason starting to sing. I know he's forcing himself to be calm and playful, but I can hear the fear, and terror he's trying to suppress. As I walk back up the steps, my father meets me halfway. He freezes, Quill, and Lip o
This life again Mason's arrival
Quill insists I stay inside the castle to watch over Isadora in case it gets bad. I huff at him, but ignore him, following him and his three other packmates outside the gates. The guards are helping each other up from the grass, one guard having to be propped up against the other one, as his leg is twisted in an odd angle. And though I want to help heal him, I see three figures step closer to us, Mason in the center. Mason looks different; his skin resembles more of himself instead of Fae, the whites of his eyes back to white. Though the ends of his hair is the only thing discolored, even the madness in his eyes has ceased. Whatever Mason has done to break the addiction that he had with the Fae fruit, it worked. But yet he continues to work with them, as two Fae knights flank either side of him. Mason is staring at Quill, then eyeing Cersei, Lip, and Xolo. When his eyes land on me, they become hard, a cold gaze taking over his expression. "Of course, Lady Cecilia would be ou
This life again The birth and other dangerous matters
When we get there, Isadora's bedroom door is already opened, and Alder is running out, his face green as if he wants to vomit. He carries out a metal bucket and says naught as he disappears around the corner. I can hear Isadora letting out some cries, Lockhart trying to assure her. There's a midwife blotting sweat from Isadora's temple, and she holds her hand as she tries to comfort her. The blankets are all but stripped from Isadora, and her giant stomach is in upheaval, moving around. It looks so unnatural, for a moment I think that maybe Isadora bedded a demon instead of a Fae. Stars, if it keeps moving like that, it'll crush her ribs. Lockhart notices me, and he motions for me to stand next to him. I do as he says, and he motions for me to pour the different colored liquids into a vial, stirring them. "It's a numbing elixir. It'll help Isadora combat the pain of this...birth." he explains, and then he faces her as the light shines from his hands once more, leaving and th
This life again Complications
We step out the room together, Quill wearing a gray tunic, and long blue pants. He wears his boots that are a little scuffed up. Despite his casual attire, he's smoothed his wild mane of a hair. Despite what he says, I decided to wear a simple blue gown, and since my body is mostly healed, I'm able to wear a top underneath. Wearing matching blue shoes that are flat with no heels, I feel better than I have in days. I place a hand on my hair, still a little self-conscious at the length of it. Quill notices, kissing the top of that hand. "I assure you, my dear, you look beautiful." he says. I want to tell him that that's not what I'm worried about, but then a servant rushes by, carrying small towels, and a bucket of water. At my confused look, and Quill's concerned one, we follow after. I realize the direction that he's going is where Isadora's being kept at. Alarmed, I run after the servant, Alder standing outside her door, wringing his hands. "My lady, it's serious. It's
This life again A talk with Death
I know where I'm at when I open my eyes. Death is already waiting for me, a wary look in his eyes. "Oh good. You're back to normal." he says relieved, and I'm confused before I remembered that I tried to dance with him. "Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that. I think that had something to do with the fact that the wolf that bit me is addicted to Fae fruit." I explained, and Death nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Mason's lifeline is a mess. It's coming undone slowly but quickly. If I didn't know better, he's dead but that addiction is making his corpse walk around in the living." Death replied. "About that...what can you tell me about him?" I asked, leaning into what Death had to say. He sighed, materializing two seats for the both of us, as he sits in one, and I in the other. "This whole Fae fruit thing is making him spiral out of control. He has my opposite on edge, and at some point, his heart has stopped twice from him continuing to shovel down that garbage. From what I gathere
This life again Discussions
"You've spoken with her?" he asks, and he actually sounds relieved. "Of course. I overheard you and my father talking about the plans you have for her." I said, confused at her tone. "I wanted you to know. Your father wanted to keep this as a secret from you. So, when we were speaking about it, I made sure you were there to hear what was going on." he explained, running a hand through his hair. Seeing his expression, and body language, I decide to believe him. "So, what are you going to do with her? She's too big and frail to even be moved." "Lockhart's been trying to heal her. That's why he's not here right now. And he finds it suspicious that a werewolf pregnancy like this could cause so much damage." Quill explains, and I freeze in my seat. "What do you mean?" I asked carefully. Instead of answering my question, Quill leads me off to a less crowded part of the dining room area, pulling a seat to sit across from me. "Lockhart explained that when humans decide to pai
This life again Talking with the "hostage"
I frown at the sound of that and start to wheel off. My chair makes me feel slow though, and I decide to leave it in the hallway instead, struggling to my feet. My legs shout at me to sit back down, my feet crying. But after a few forced steps, I'm able to half limp half walk to the rooms. I know exactly where Isadora is being kept at; in the furthest rooms of the house, all the way on the east wing. It's barely used, as it was a hindrance to leave and visit the estate. My feet move awkwardly but surely in that direction, waving off the concerned and shocked faces of passing by servants and maids. When I finally see the hallway, I listen in for any servants or anyone really. Leaning against the wall for support, I start to run faster. There are four doors, each cleaned and changed in case visitors, or extended family come for a visit. I look at the under of the cracks of the doors for candlelight, seeing the one in the center with just a faint light. It's locked from the
