Topic: Home, where the heart is.

Alex Ravenlock

Date: 2006-03-02 00:02 EST
Soon after she made her way out of the inn that night, he was in hot persuit. While they always had the evening to meet up and find themselves.. it bothered him that she did end up leaving and just let all of that remain. And perhaps she did because she knew him all too well that he'd be chasing after her.

Their routes must have differed, as he didn't see her at all in the paced run back to her place. Then again, she's fae, and overall has a million different means of getting where she wanted to go. She's amazing like that. .. and he's clueless about most of her abilities. Nearing the home, he did stop at.. well, a nearby house, and plucked several potted plants free. It was an important gesture!!

He lept up several steps, and made his way into the house. "Jewell! Hey.. look, I'm sorry about before. It's just been.. hectic!" He called out, quickly searching her out. "I adore that you come to me, and be around me at all times!! I love you.." He huffed, as he slowed down from his paced run. Making his way upstairs, and into their room, he made way to the bathroom to wash the unrooted various flower sorts off. After all, they -were- stolen. He returned a few moments later, making sure that he cleaned up in the bathroom as well, and set the dry flowers down onto her side of the bed. He wasn't fully sure if she home, or not.. but with the few lasting things that transpired, it was nearly impossible to feel her out.

And it made him feel more cold than alone than when he was without her for the two years that she had gone back to Aquarius.

Not too long after, checking on the kids to make sure that they were well taken care of and asleep, he made his way back to their room, and heaved a sigh, as he plopped down onto the bed.

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2006-03-02 13:27 EST
She had taken the long, winding way home- which was really no way in particular and was only called thus because she didn't take one direct path. The cold air cleared her head, which was a good thing because she had drank more then was good for her. The cold air cleared her head, which was not a good thing because it enabled her to think clearly.

She and Alex were so stupid sometimes, it was almost laughable. Almost. They were having the same old fights they were having a year ago and the problems weren't going to go away no matter how much she kicked and screamed. Making a public display out of their marital disputes was not the way to go. Actually, she was very certain that it would only make things worse. People would choose sides, and her friends were very loyal and there was no doubt in her mind whose side they would choose.

They didn't need that. She didn't need that. Their marriage was already a disaster in so many other ways.

Outside it was a thick, inky black when she finally arrived home. She couldn't feel her fingers or her toes but that didn't really concern her. She was concentrating, thinking, on something else that had happened that night- a scene between Talomar and Tara. She hadn't liked what she saw.

All that was put aside in order to take care of domestic concerns. She knew Alex was in the house but the children came first. They would always come first. She gave a weary sigh as she trudged up the stairs. She was too young to have kids.

All the littlest ones were sleeping peacefully. Amanda- her wild child- was the last she checked in on. Her arm was thrown over her face and one leg hung off the side of the bed. The kid was known for fighting dragons in her sleep. Gentle, Jewell settled Amanda's arm at her side and pulled her leg back up on the bed and under the covers. No, she wasn't meant to have kids this young but she did and she was damn good at looking after them.

She entered her room-their room-with a bit of reluctance. Her heart softened at the sight of the flowers, bulbs, roots and all. A change of clothing and a vase of water for the flowers were taken care of before she allowed herself the luxury of slipping into bed. Yeah- they had their problems but they loved each other too much to succumb easily to them. Things always worked out in the wash, and if they didn't? Well, you just washed them again!

Alex Ravenlock

Date: 2006-03-02 20:35 EST
It always did concern him, on so many levels, when they had their pointless battles. Especially when it was her and her alone that kept him from walking out of the door, and out of the realm.

He could recall back to a time when they were beyond the rocky bounds, and it was making it's end ever so present. He still couldn't recall what fixed all of it.. being that they were in Tantagel, or perhaps because he finally did something right, or a change. He couldn't place it. Either case, it always boiled back to that time when he felt he lost the last, and only, important piece to his life.

Within the night, did he stir from slumber, eyes wide and peering just around them. The constant fear still tearing him limb from limb. He may have hid it well while out in public, but now and then is where it'd eat him alive. To his final breath. Peering just next to him, he saw that he had mustered means of cuddling up with the most beautiful fae this side of Rhy'Din. Perhaps everything was okay, after all. He heaved a sigh, as he slinked out of bed, covers pried from the moisture his body produced. A cold sweat was the worst way to wake. Shakily, he moved from the room, and back into the bathroom.

"It wasn't even a big deal.. so why does this bother me?" The wash was turned on, and he splashed a bit of water up onto his face. Another sigh came out, as his hands cupped another dose of water to his face. The chilled liquid soothed his mind, and his near panic-stricken state. He was already well aware why he was so bothered. Because he was wrong. Because he had acted in a crude way with her, when only coming back. It was the stress of return. His eyes watched as the drain flushed the remaining amount of water from the basin. The slight cyclone that formed he watched, though his mind was in an entirely different place. He escaped the bathroom, and returned to their room.

Before he got back into bed, he went out to grab some parch, and writing tools. Back into bed, he set himself up, so he would be writing on his knees, and began:
'Jewellsie,
Not being the best with words, ever, I figured I'd give you this little letter so that you can rest easy knowing what is constantly going through my head. I can't say we've ever had ourselves a moment where we understood what I was thinking. Half the time, I'm just as confused to my thoughts as the rest of the world probably is. It's a gift of being deranged. Anyway, off-topic.
I'm sorry about last night. I was wrong. Which I am, most of the time. It means the most to me when you sit with me, talk with me, and act as everything is okay. Even though, only returning to you now, it isn't. Time will tell, but time has its ways of taking far too long.. which I don't feel is right for you. While gone, you probably couldn't figure left or right as to where I was.. and I'm sorry. Against my will, to a certain degree, I was to help several.. people. But not around these parts.. probably not even in this realm. I failed to do that.. and was condemned to stand there.. wait there.. until those that I was attempting to held found means to bring me here. Act as if.. it never happened. Those people that I tried to help.. well.. they're still in danger.. and I've only, in the last day or so, managed to find out what has gone on.. for who knows how long.
I'm sorry, Jewell. I wish not to harm you, upset you, or put you in any sort of grieving state. I really do wish to make every single wrong right, no matter what it is. All I need is a helping hand to have every point brought to light.
I still have hopes and plans that we'll be able to discuss renewing each vow. We've been seperated for so long - I imagine that would set everything in stone, once more.
I would have told you this, personally.. but I fear if I waited for you to wake.. most all the thoughts I had would have perished from my heart, and into my head.
You make me whole, in every sense, and without you there.. by me.. I feel less than half. My love for you, and the amazing amount of love you show for me.. well.. it's what drives me to wake up, press forward, and live the day to it's fullest.
I fully believe that pesstimistic behavior is driven from being without you for so long.
I love you, Jewell Desma Ravenlock.. and there is not one thing, person, or anything else that could even, for a fraction of a second, change that for what I feel in my heart.'

He folded the few pages into thirds, and tried his best without waking her, into a hand for her to hold. He wanted to be sure she knew it was there, if he wasn't awake when she was. The writing tools set to the nightstand, he laid back down, onto his side, and simply watched her as she slept. Digits played with the locks of hair that he could gently reach for, and simply smiled as his eyes closed, and returned to sleep. Peacefully.

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2006-03-03 12:13 EST
All the moving around roused her from her usually light sleep to groggy half-awareness to find her favorite bedmate gone and the water running in the bathroom. She mumbled, barely coherent, ?Beauty sleep?hate whiskey?freakin? headache.? All it took was a snuggling up with her pillow to take her back to the wild flower fields of Elysian, Neverland or whatever other realm her wandering spirit cared to visit. The eventual caress of her hair by her lover had her smiling in her sleep.

The hand that held the note cushioned her cheek against her pillow and when she woke, it was only slightly crumpled. With bleary eyes, she read it. The whole middle part was almost gibberish to her early morning inhibited mind but the end made her shake her head with a smile. She really had to get him to stop being so self-blaming. She was far from being an angel and could be a brat a good amount of the time.

What bothered her the most was that he felt he needed her to bring every fault of his to light and help him correct them. She already had the personalities of seven children in her hands- the job of helping to mold them into respectable adults. Now her husband seemed to want her to do a similar job with him. Of course, the first thing she would drill into his head is that he is an adult, fully capable of making his own right decisions.

They didn?t need to lecture each other and try to remake the other anew. They just needed to sit down and talk. Her tummy grumbled. And maybe eat while they were talking. With that in mind, she put on her robe and made for the kitchen. Breakfast in bed sounded nice, especially if she got someone else to make it. They did have a few servants about although Jewell liked to care for many of the domestic duties on her own. Today, they would actually get to do what she paid them for!