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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 23:36:59 GMT
Aria sat at her desk brushing out her hair before bed. She looked around her room with the new furnishings. They were higher quality that she had purchased from the money sent by Palico. She even needed a new wardrobe to hang new dresses. She even had purchased some night shifts, some for the colder nights to come, and some for the warm summer season. The one she wore now was a simple summer silk nightshift that fell on her form loosely. The thin white material fell down to her ankles, the material was light enough that it was slightly transparent. Her light gold color over robe, if decency was needed, hung on the back of her chair. Tomorrow would be the first day of the festival and beginning of the ball. She yawned as she placed down her brush and shuffled to her bed, her hand waving out the flickering light of her candle. She pulled back the soft covers and slid on in; she drifted off to sleep hugging her pillow. A small smile on her face as her thoughts were focused on a certain someone.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 0:00:12 GMT
When Aria opened her eyes again, she was back once more in Saden’s Library. She would awaken between the shelves, in full sight of the interior temple she had seen before. The sound of the bubbling fountain was louder than before and a bit clearer- everything was a little bit crisper and sharper around the edges this time around. A sort of bluish tinge was more obvious now, reflected in the light across the marble. Light danced on the floor as if reflected in a pool of water.
Mingled with the sound of bubbling was the familiar sound of a broom across stone, out of sight at first and then the hooded figure clad in white and red stepped back into view, face completely obscured in darkness. He was going about his mundane cleaning task, every once in a while turning his hidden face to the heavy tome resting on the altar. At first it seemed that the man would not acknowledge Aria again but the figure soon turned to the girl, pausing his sweeping.
The figure nodded once in acknowledgement that she was indeed present in the room before going back to sweeping.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 0:10:33 GMT
Aria looked around and sighed….really she preferred her dream to go back to the night she had went to visit Garrett in his room. It was a much less dreary then this library again…why the hell was she here again…and why did she keep dreaming this. She looked down at herself and frowned, why couldn’t her dreamself remember her robe…. Well she had been in the library with less before. She padded along to the room with the fountain as the figure nodded to her, maybe she would get more out of him this round.
”I’m pretty sure this place is clean.”
She tilted her head to the side, watching the figure curiously. This time she had no black sludge to throw at him…
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 0:19:20 GMT
The figure tilted his head, looking Aria up and down. He held up a gloved finger and picked up the broom, crossing the temple floor silently to the fountain. He reached his hand within, into the water, then withdrew a blood red cloak from within. After looking down at the cloth for a moment the figure crossed back to Aria, cloak in hand. He reached around the girl, movements deliberate as not to directly touch her, and fastened the cloak around her shoulders to cover her.
The cloth was warm and completely dry as if it had just been removed from over a fire instead of pulled from a fountain. The figure looked down at Aria, observing how she looked in the cloak with a careful eye, then nodded once. Without an expression to see it was still clear that the figure found this to be better than her nightdress. He turned again, beginning to sweep once more.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 0:30:57 GMT
Aria blinked…well…that had to be one of the stranger things she had seen. She fingered part of the cloak curiously and looked back up at the figure with a curious expression on her face. The way he moved…was familiar to her.
”Thank you”
No point in being completely rude. She walked over to the fountain, curiously poking the water. It seemed the figure only interacted with her when she did something.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 0:39:33 GMT
There was a shadow under the water. There was something- someone in there, laying at the bottom.
The figure had suddenly put his broom between Aria and the Fountain, pushing her back from the edge of it. The water was frigid to the touch, like the water winding down directly from the mountains. When she withdrew her hand, it would look like she had just touched a wound. The figure shook his head, not touching her as he forced her back from the fountain with the broom.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 1:43:57 GMT
She leaned closer to peer, she didn’t think the fountain had such a deep bottom. Then suddenly she was being pushed back with a BROOM!! Her eyebrows shot up at the bristly figure that was attempting to push her away from the fountain. She glanced back at the figure who was holding the broom with what seemed to be like pity in her eyes…the poor fool didn’t know her that well obviously. Well screw his rules, she had to listen to way to many lately. She grabbed the broom and pulled spinning around it. In a quick fluid movement she jumped….right into the fountain.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 1:57:57 GMT
As soon as Aria touched water, it would be like jumping into ice. It filled her mouth, nose, stinging with an unreal cold that first seemed to flare hot before the burning would set in. The cloak she was wrapped in began to bleed red as soon as it touched the icy water, her vision filling with red. Below her the water was clearer and the fountain was much deeper than it appeared to be at first glance. Much, much deeper.
Someone was under the water, lying in a bed of pure white lunar flowers.
Eyes closed and unmoving under the water, Belenus lay. It was unclear if he was dead or sleeping, but there were no bubbles to betray breathing. His inky hair moved with the flow of the water, as did the pure white and red robes he wore, identical to the hooded figure. Glasses still remained on his face and his gloved hands were folded over his chest, pale and still as if he were a body lying in a casket.
The blood red cloak became incredibly heavy from the weight of the water, dragging Aria further under the surface where her fingers could not break through to the top. She was still so far from the corpse lying at the bottom of the fountain but the cloak was dragging her down, further into the icy depths.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 2:07:28 GMT
Aria didn’t try to claw to the top; it wasn’t like she hadn’t dove into icy cold waters before. She use to do so in the rivers; and she dove for fun. However it was always a shock to the body when the temperature changed that rapidly. She looked around; and froze as her sight rested on the unmoving Bel…she floated there for a few moments….letting the cloak drag her further under. She eventually decided to swim down further towards him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 2:16:01 GMT
The water was more than willing to take her under, but not completely. Before she could reach the man at the bottom of the fountain, her feet hit something solid, invisible. It was like a wall of glass, unseen to her, covered Belenus in his repose. As soon as her foot hit the solid thing under her, she would begin to see flashing. Visions.
A familiar sword in hand.
A familiar altar drenched in blood.
The heaviness of a father’s hand against her shoulder.
The cloak had bled out back to white but the surface was so far above her now, the water seeming to stretch out to infinity around her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 2:32:35 GMT
As her feet hit the solid mass underneath her, she began to see visions…she knew what she saw…and her heart twisted with sorrow, pain, guilt. The water hiding the warm tears that slid from her eyes as she sunk to her knees on the glass. She placed a hand on the glass, she began to manipulate the water around her, letting it spin and open up a small bubble of air around her dripping form and glass. She gripped the now white cloak around her tighter, her teeth slightly chattering from the cold as she sunk to sit on the glass. With the water gone around her there was nothing to stop the pitter pater of tears dripping down her face and onto the barrier between her and the body.
”I never got to tell you, I am sorry…Daddy wasn’t allowed to interfere with mortal lives….
She wiped her tears on the back of her sleeve and sighed. These were old wounds...the guilt from having have been the one to wield that blade would be one that would never leave her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 2:56:04 GMT
Water pushed against the air bubble but Aria’s magic and pain were stronger. As she wept, something was happening beneath her.
Bubbles.
They raised to meet her tears against the glass, the surface cracking under the spots where her tears fell. They met in spiderweb patterns along the glass, cracking and joining until they formed a solid mass of cracks underneath her hands.
Then Belenus opened his eyes.
The man convulsed, giving a sharp intake of liquid followed by a stream of bubbles before lurching upwards. As he broke through the cracks in the glass they both burst to the surface of the fountain pool, the water no longer frigid around them. Bel was gasping for air, coughing up liquid as he sat up in the pool, completely drenched and glasses nearly slipping completely off his nose. He fumbled for balance and pushed his ink-colored hair back from where it was plastered against his forehead, shoving his glasses back into place. Bel stared at Aria, dark eyes wide and confused behind the round frames of his glasses.
“You-” his voice was hoarse, rough, but there were faint strains of his normal tone of voice layered underneath the lack of use for gods knew how many years. “You are-”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 3:27:27 GMT
Aria didn’t notice the cracks at first, it wasn’t until the glass suddenly shot out in spider webs beneath her that she became slightly alarmed…. Then his eyes opened. Aria squeaked and scrambled backwards. DEAD THINGS SHOULD STAY DEAD NOT WAKE UP! Suddenly the glass burst and they were sitting in the fountain but on the surface; Arias face had gone ashy white, her mouth was hanging open in shock. Her eyes which were still slightly red from her tears looked at him wide with a hint of horror. She quickly came to and patted him on the back as he coughed up water.
”Bel?”
Eight years…it had been eight years; since she last talked to him….She was rigid….unsure of what to do. Eventually after a few moments of staring she threw herself at him and embraced him in a large hug.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 3:38:58 GMT
It had been so long since he had seen her. She looked so different- the only clue to the fact that this was still her was the long scar stretched across the side of her face. The last time he had seen her she had been a girl. A child! And now a young woman sat in front of him, still with the wild red hair and bright eyes, with the scar stretched across her face. She had been crying. Why had she been crying?
And then he was nearly bowled over by the girl as she threw her arms around him. He fumbled to stay somewhat upright, hands braced behind him against the stone floor of the fountain. Belenus looked up, around, trying to get a grasp of where he was. Saden’s temple? Why was he in a fountain? And why was Aria here, so much older than the last time he had seen her?
Bel lifted a hand from the water, hovering over her head. He didn’t know what had happened to him- everything ached and the last thing he remembered was…
A prayer and a book before Saden’s altar. A hand upon his shoulder. He couldn’t remember what else there was.
Bel touched her head cautiously and pushed himself upright, lifting his other arm to wrap around the shoulders of the girl- young woman now- he had known so well before. He tilted his head down, looking at the top of her her head.
“It’s… okay?” Bel coughed again, water still in his throat. “Aria- Aria, it’s okay.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 4:04:02 GMT
She hugged him tightly, her head buried in his chest, shaking it in disagreement. Things weren’t ok; she had run him through with her sword. Yes it was because her father couldn’t touch him….and the center needed a willing sacrifice to be stopped. It still didn’t make it ok that he had died by her hands. That feeling of running him through was not something she would be able to erase from her mind completely. She never thought she’d get to hug her older brother again, not like this. Fresh tears sprung to her eyes a wave of emotions that she had held back for years coming forth.
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