It was meant to be a pleasant day, one filled with all the peaceful tranquility a languid meadow of too many scents offered. But instead she found herself holed up in the mansion she called home, wandering the halls and deciding to vacate a reading room. There were too many chairs and too much silence to feel comfortable, she felt as though a party should be held or something. But nonetheless there she was beckoning a tender over for an order of triple fudge brownies and a pitcher of milk.
The flame decided today would be geared towards enriching her knowledge of absolutely nothing, so there she was with a book that held no interests of perfume making but rather how to tie ropes so your victims don't get away. She curled tightly into a square chair of velvety richness, shoulders rolling in awe of the baby soft fabric and feet clinging to the edges of cushion meeting structure. It was only 10 minutes before her peace was ruined, a rather rude and bombarding couple flying through the doors. But they weren't just any couple, oh no...it was the hag and her counter part. She held her book up further, covering the scrunch of her nose and the lift of her upper lift. Gods help her.
"Saphy, where in the hell did I teach you to be so rude to guests?" And there was the "hag", dressed as if she were a preacher's daughter. For some reason the woman only fashioned lace and it usually was worn as either a dress, shirt, or skirt with some form of denim accommodating. It was ridiculous how young she looked, perceiving to be the child rather than the mother. In all her glory of a summer's dress, she folded herself just as Saphy did into a chair that was pulled to make a circle.
Irry wasn't so surprised by the reaction of the flame, he simply shrugged his shoulders and discontinued his conversation of trolloping while pouring into a chair in their circle. "I think it's from back when you use to be that way." Of course this was addressed to Cel, which got a quizzical look before he felt the flesh was burning off his face from Saphy. Clearly he should've been the one to bring flame and hag retardant books. Pft.
"Seriously you two, is there honestly nothing else is this mansion for you to do besides bother me?" Saphy finally relinquished the book that did nothing to deflect their presence, a petite hand reaching forth to pluck a brownie and shove it fully in her mouth before something ruder was spat out.
"Well, my darling dearest daughter, we sought your company because...well...there is nothing else to do in this mansion of...so much to do." Cel couldn't help but allow the curvature at the corner of her lips, amber golds rolling to peripheral vision as she shrugged and took a brownie for herself. "You see, Irry and I were discussing promiscuous matters and felt seeing as how you are the trolloping queen, we could get advise from you."
If it weren't for the brownie in his mouth, Irry would've bent over and guffawed. But he was dangerously close to corrupting his airway, so instead he cleared his throat and looked everywhere but at Saphy. Shit shitty shits!
Of course the flame's only retaliation was to ignite sparks, wishing she could've scorched them both to ashes. But no, her silver tongue gained flight and let loose since they sought her very advise in the first place.
"Really, mommy darling dearest' Why don't we ask the son that seems to hop from one woman to the next in a matter of a week after..." Oh yes she was doing it, a hand splayed across her chest as a shoulder dipped forward. It was meant for mocking, that move. And she batted her lashes and pursed her lips. "declaring an unfaltering love." The show ended with a scene of a gasp and the back of her hand to her forehead, all her body pushed back into the seat with a leg arching upward to her chest in a show of flushed behaviors.
Cel just stared between her two children, lips straightening to a thin line before they managed to instigate the matter. "She totally has a point."
Irry almost shot his seat back with how quickly he rose, fingers gripping the chair's arms in an unsafe manner and nearly clearing the wooden structure from velvet holdings. "Seriously! Jesus christ! Least I have one partner, which I can't say the same for the both of you! And what exactly was I suppose to do' Stay in a relationship that offered nothing but stress and drained whatever emotion I had?"
Saphy's eyes went wide and she whistled lowly, twirling her index in the air as if to encourage him to keep going. But her eyes cut over to Cel too quickly, her frame leaning forward and ready for an attack.
"What are you even talking about' You're the one that drunkenly went into a dragon's lair and produced the both of us!" She had plucked a brownie and began waving it between herself and Irry. They couldn't have been more opposite, fire and water. Good job, hag!
Cel simply shrugged her shoulders and began the intricate braiding of sun kissed locks, but there was the slightest display of pink to her high cheek bones. "I have no clue what you're talking about. It was consensual and I was not drunk!"
Now it was Irry's turn to chime in, a hand supporting his chin while the other arm wrapped around his torso for some thought. He shook his head and then ticked his index at Cel. "No no, you're lying! You definitely went with Bonilla both nights and had a go with a dragon. Shameless." That got the infamous eyebrow waggle as he settled himself back in his seat, reaching for another brownie.
Saphy was all too happy about the conversation's sharp steer away from her. She hated to be the center of attention when it came to these kind of topics, but she'd only be save for a few moments before Cel had her finger pointed right at the flame.
"You saying you don't thank me for all the gifts you have" I mean...it's the very reason you bed so many men and aren't ashamed of it."
"I do not bed a lot of men! You two, I swear! Where in the world do you get these ideas"! I can still count all of my lovers on my hand. Can you hag or can you brother?" She already knew the answer to that question. So triumphantly she pulled her knees to her chest and gave an upnod to dismiss the subject.
Irry simply bit into another brownie, not choosing to feed the flame even more. He probably was the biggest whore of all of them, most of his teenage days spent ruffling the feathers of parents and destroying the linens of beds. Ah, it was the life. A grin from ear to ear plastered on his mouth before he realized Cel was giving him the motherly "I'll still punish you? look. He quickly wiped his expression free from enjoyment and cleared his throat once more.
"She's got a point, Mom. You weren't exactly the best example of how not to be a whore. I mean...we're only following after our role model."
He ducked and Cel delivered a hit, one that barely did anything to the back of his head but twitch it forward. Saphy was in a pile of laughter and Cel was crumbling a brownie only to toss it in a pile of broken fudge pieces at her daughter.
"Ha, serves you right for talking back to me! I am your El-" She couldn't even finish before the entire pitcher of milk was thrown against her, now dripping weight with the opaque substance and slowly gaining fuel for her own flame. Cel moved forward but was held back by Irry who by the way was using only one arm and using the other to feed him the left over brownies.
If there was one thing to learn about Saphy, it was the fact that she adored her labels. And ruining them with fudge would hardly warrant a docile flame. She stood there, Grinch's grin and all still holding the pitcher and cackling like the wicked witch of the west herself!
"Hah ha! Serves you right! Both of you are just jealous I can sex better...I mean seriously, who would want an Elder's puss-" She couldn't finish the words because Irry had let loose the Elder which was now chasing Saphy all over the room. There were screams of being in labor for hours and how ungrateful a daughter Saphy was, but all the while Irry simply sat back down and enjoyed the brownies.
It was suppose to be a relaxed day, a day of learning absolutely nothing. But instead Saphy was learning how to leap over chairs and tables, outrunning someone much faster than herself, and dodging objects that flew overhead. It was simple family matters that she loved the most and for once beyond the vixen facade, she giggled like a fool and ran simply because it was fun to do so.
He noticed it, the change in his sister and couldn't help but smile at both of them. How long had it been since Saphy let up her display of promiscuity and Cel the discernable Ancient mother? Too long.
The flame decided today would be geared towards enriching her knowledge of absolutely nothing, so there she was with a book that held no interests of perfume making but rather how to tie ropes so your victims don't get away. She curled tightly into a square chair of velvety richness, shoulders rolling in awe of the baby soft fabric and feet clinging to the edges of cushion meeting structure. It was only 10 minutes before her peace was ruined, a rather rude and bombarding couple flying through the doors. But they weren't just any couple, oh no...it was the hag and her counter part. She held her book up further, covering the scrunch of her nose and the lift of her upper lift. Gods help her.
"Saphy, where in the hell did I teach you to be so rude to guests?" And there was the "hag", dressed as if she were a preacher's daughter. For some reason the woman only fashioned lace and it usually was worn as either a dress, shirt, or skirt with some form of denim accommodating. It was ridiculous how young she looked, perceiving to be the child rather than the mother. In all her glory of a summer's dress, she folded herself just as Saphy did into a chair that was pulled to make a circle.
Irry wasn't so surprised by the reaction of the flame, he simply shrugged his shoulders and discontinued his conversation of trolloping while pouring into a chair in their circle. "I think it's from back when you use to be that way." Of course this was addressed to Cel, which got a quizzical look before he felt the flesh was burning off his face from Saphy. Clearly he should've been the one to bring flame and hag retardant books. Pft.
"Seriously you two, is there honestly nothing else is this mansion for you to do besides bother me?" Saphy finally relinquished the book that did nothing to deflect their presence, a petite hand reaching forth to pluck a brownie and shove it fully in her mouth before something ruder was spat out.
"Well, my darling dearest daughter, we sought your company because...well...there is nothing else to do in this mansion of...so much to do." Cel couldn't help but allow the curvature at the corner of her lips, amber golds rolling to peripheral vision as she shrugged and took a brownie for herself. "You see, Irry and I were discussing promiscuous matters and felt seeing as how you are the trolloping queen, we could get advise from you."
If it weren't for the brownie in his mouth, Irry would've bent over and guffawed. But he was dangerously close to corrupting his airway, so instead he cleared his throat and looked everywhere but at Saphy. Shit shitty shits!
Of course the flame's only retaliation was to ignite sparks, wishing she could've scorched them both to ashes. But no, her silver tongue gained flight and let loose since they sought her very advise in the first place.
"Really, mommy darling dearest' Why don't we ask the son that seems to hop from one woman to the next in a matter of a week after..." Oh yes she was doing it, a hand splayed across her chest as a shoulder dipped forward. It was meant for mocking, that move. And she batted her lashes and pursed her lips. "declaring an unfaltering love." The show ended with a scene of a gasp and the back of her hand to her forehead, all her body pushed back into the seat with a leg arching upward to her chest in a show of flushed behaviors.
Cel just stared between her two children, lips straightening to a thin line before they managed to instigate the matter. "She totally has a point."
Irry almost shot his seat back with how quickly he rose, fingers gripping the chair's arms in an unsafe manner and nearly clearing the wooden structure from velvet holdings. "Seriously! Jesus christ! Least I have one partner, which I can't say the same for the both of you! And what exactly was I suppose to do' Stay in a relationship that offered nothing but stress and drained whatever emotion I had?"
Saphy's eyes went wide and she whistled lowly, twirling her index in the air as if to encourage him to keep going. But her eyes cut over to Cel too quickly, her frame leaning forward and ready for an attack.
"What are you even talking about' You're the one that drunkenly went into a dragon's lair and produced the both of us!" She had plucked a brownie and began waving it between herself and Irry. They couldn't have been more opposite, fire and water. Good job, hag!
Cel simply shrugged her shoulders and began the intricate braiding of sun kissed locks, but there was the slightest display of pink to her high cheek bones. "I have no clue what you're talking about. It was consensual and I was not drunk!"
Now it was Irry's turn to chime in, a hand supporting his chin while the other arm wrapped around his torso for some thought. He shook his head and then ticked his index at Cel. "No no, you're lying! You definitely went with Bonilla both nights and had a go with a dragon. Shameless." That got the infamous eyebrow waggle as he settled himself back in his seat, reaching for another brownie.
Saphy was all too happy about the conversation's sharp steer away from her. She hated to be the center of attention when it came to these kind of topics, but she'd only be save for a few moments before Cel had her finger pointed right at the flame.
"You saying you don't thank me for all the gifts you have" I mean...it's the very reason you bed so many men and aren't ashamed of it."
"I do not bed a lot of men! You two, I swear! Where in the world do you get these ideas"! I can still count all of my lovers on my hand. Can you hag or can you brother?" She already knew the answer to that question. So triumphantly she pulled her knees to her chest and gave an upnod to dismiss the subject.
Irry simply bit into another brownie, not choosing to feed the flame even more. He probably was the biggest whore of all of them, most of his teenage days spent ruffling the feathers of parents and destroying the linens of beds. Ah, it was the life. A grin from ear to ear plastered on his mouth before he realized Cel was giving him the motherly "I'll still punish you? look. He quickly wiped his expression free from enjoyment and cleared his throat once more.
"She's got a point, Mom. You weren't exactly the best example of how not to be a whore. I mean...we're only following after our role model."
He ducked and Cel delivered a hit, one that barely did anything to the back of his head but twitch it forward. Saphy was in a pile of laughter and Cel was crumbling a brownie only to toss it in a pile of broken fudge pieces at her daughter.
"Ha, serves you right for talking back to me! I am your El-" She couldn't even finish before the entire pitcher of milk was thrown against her, now dripping weight with the opaque substance and slowly gaining fuel for her own flame. Cel moved forward but was held back by Irry who by the way was using only one arm and using the other to feed him the left over brownies.
If there was one thing to learn about Saphy, it was the fact that she adored her labels. And ruining them with fudge would hardly warrant a docile flame. She stood there, Grinch's grin and all still holding the pitcher and cackling like the wicked witch of the west herself!
"Hah ha! Serves you right! Both of you are just jealous I can sex better...I mean seriously, who would want an Elder's puss-" She couldn't finish the words because Irry had let loose the Elder which was now chasing Saphy all over the room. There were screams of being in labor for hours and how ungrateful a daughter Saphy was, but all the while Irry simply sat back down and enjoyed the brownies.
It was suppose to be a relaxed day, a day of learning absolutely nothing. But instead Saphy was learning how to leap over chairs and tables, outrunning someone much faster than herself, and dodging objects that flew overhead. It was simple family matters that she loved the most and for once beyond the vixen facade, she giggled like a fool and ran simply because it was fun to do so.
He noticed it, the change in his sister and couldn't help but smile at both of them. How long had it been since Saphy let up her display of promiscuity and Cel the discernable Ancient mother? Too long.