Topic: Nightly Vent

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2006-03-04 10:38 EST
She sat cross legged on her bed wearing a tank and cotton shorts, as if it were summer outside. Truth was she was burning up after that energy backlash; her hands were settled in her lap, neatly wrapped in gauze thanks to Hanzo.

Alex listened to her patiently as she talked, he'd get his chance to respond but she was on a roll from the moment she started.

"Brian was being so unfair today, Lexy. Tera and I walked into the alley where he and Miles- Malign- were watching some fight with these guys I didn't recognize and a big wolf. And the wolf spit fire or something, and you know how much that hurts me. One spout and I was already feeling heated and light-headed in that small alley.

"Of course it got worse, that demon that bothered the Pix and has put two people under his control-though I don't know if they worked very hard to avoid that-showed up. Now, it has been made very clear that if one hurts the demon one is also hurting Moon and Icer, that he has controlled. Now- they aren't my good friends by any means but I will not be responsible for hurting an innocent person. Besides, Tara is getting some sword made to destroy the demon- soul and all. Why intervene until then- he wasn't causing any damage except to stink up the alley.

"But Brian was practically cursing at me to get involved in one fight or the other. But why fight some big wolf- I don't know what he did wrong, maybe he didn't do anything wrong! I mentioned that I had seven kids and didn't feel the desire to put myself needlessly into danger and he called it an excuse, an excuse!" She took the littlest pause to catch her breath, "Which is ridicules because I dinstinctly remember a time- after I had Amanda, perhaps- when he told me I needed to be more responsible and not jump into danger because I was a mother now. What happened to that?

"He hasn't been carried home by Hanzo in the last two months, dripping with blood to be greeted at the front door by a ten-year-old girl. Fortunatley, she expects that but the fear in Amanda's eyes, how am I supposed to deal with that?"

She didn't wait for an answer, "But of course..against my better judgement I got involved. This, after talking with Grem and telling him how much I hate killing anything- how I don't feel I have the right to be determining who should live or die. Fighting Goroth with Keaton and Hanzo was one thing, he was a threat to all my friends, but a giant wolf? I put the alley on ice which did little.

"Then, I did the stupidest thing. I realized this trick I can do...this manipulation of my element. But I'm young, Faeries twice my age probably wouldn't try for such precise control because hundreds of things could go wrong. I reached out and seized all the water in the wolf's body and called for it to just..come out. It probably would have worked- though there was the chance that he might have exploded instead of just...leaking. Unfortunately, he just up and disappeared!

"All that energy I was channeling and had under my control needed to go somewhere. Wizards call such accidents spell backlash, but this was more energy backlash. It's like...it whipped right back at me. I put as much of it as I could into an improtu snow shower, but it was still strong enough to send me back against the wall and burn my hands up.

"Fortunately, Tera was still around to help me inside. Brian hiked it out of there before it happened. I just don't understand what he wants from me, Lex." She let herself tip over on her side so she was laying down, looking at him, "I still love the fight. I always will. But there's conditions now, things change. And I just don't know."

Alex Ravenlock

Date: 2006-03-10 19:59 EST
He could only chuckle at the brief moments where he found her ranting away like the good ol' Jewell he had come to known over the many years. It grew on him, really. Or he grew to appreciate it was who she was. Those emeralds trained on her, as if to burn their way inside of her. He was intently listening.

"You know Jewell," He shifted on the bed, legs swinging so that they crossed much like hers. "you're always going to be that vicious little fighter that I knew when I first met you. It's just who you are. Just as it is I. But, regardless of the circumstances, you can't always expect to do what someone would like. No matter who they are." It was words he became all too familiar with. "You can't please everyone. But.. yanno.. it can't rain all the time. You do what is in your heart. What better judgment than your own when you are uncertain?" He heaved a sigh, hair pressed aside, no matter how stubborn it was. "Had I been there, I woulda wisked you away. Don't you have one of those little signets to call on me in such a situation? It never takes much for me to get where you are.." Which was a lie, and perhaps she would be able to read through it. His voice lowered several notches, and he became uncertain in his tone. He attempted to shrug it off, all the same. "I'm just shocked he'd have you do something that was entirely not your 'cup o' tea'. If anything, the old man coulda taken it, himself. Damn." His fists clashed against each other, slightly on edge by her rant. He looked off, emeralds focused on the carpet. "Don't worry about it. Long as you're okay.. it worked out for the best. It rust your judgment, and what you do. Just.. be careful, okay?" He managed a small smile onto those lips as he turned to look back at her, crawling over onto his hands and knees to climb to her for several loving smooches.

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2006-03-22 15:42 EST
She smiled, smooches taken and returned with ardour. She was really loved him so very much. But passionate feelings were tampered down for the sake of conversation; it was so rare for them to enjoy quiet moments of conversation together.

"Vicious little fighter, eh? Doesn't sound so bad," how easily he calmed her mood and restored her into better spirits. "I've always called on you to help me in every jam, even when we just met," even in the first months of association with each other when he had killed for her, "and you have almost always been quick to my side." She gave him a reassuring smile, reaching up to push his hair back for him this time.

"You can't always be there for me Lex, and I shouldn't let you. I do have to rely on my own judgement. But that's hard, yanno? I've always had someone to tell me what to do in some form or other. First, my station in life dictating my doings and my brother and other men," a sour little frown. "And Brian, not so dictatorial but still in that position for me to look up to and see what I should do. But now the kids rely and look up to me to see what they should do so I have to start relying on myself. Fortunately, my head isn't completely filled with nonsense of clothing and vanity...just partly."

"At least, if I can't please everyone all the time I can still please you- no?" She gave him a teasing smile and tilted her head up for another quick lock-of-lips.

Alex Ravenlock

Date: 2006-03-23 02:12 EST
And how true it was. How simple-minded he had become to forget that she was the Empress. Regardless how it was given, or why she had it, it held meaning. At least, to him. Digits danced off of the bottom of her chin as he used it as support when he leaned in to offer another quick kiss.

Words were formulated within his head, but he wasn't sure how to release them. He could hear her, already, telling him to simply say it.. which he did. "Then do what you will.. but because you want to. The kids.. Brian.. even myself may hope that you make one decision over the other.. in the end, though, it's all based on what you want, or how you want it. You.. are you. Jewell will always be Jewell, no matter what decision is made," he smiled, then, "and no matter the outcome.. I will always love you. The kids - as will they. Brian, your friends.. if they truly do, now, then they will afterwards. And always."

He saw reason to rant, further. After all, she vented. Why couldn't he? It wasn't his time, was all. This was about her. His eyes studied her, briefly, as if to read that mind of hers. They had a communial thought process.. always dipping and sharing it. He just wanted to be sure what she was feeling, surely, was out in the open. His hands met hers, fingers locking, making sure that the physical aspect of them was still present. It was hard to not, when they were together.

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2006-03-24 21:22 EST
"You better always love me or," she wrinkled her nose trying to think of something good, "I don't know what I'll do but it will be very threatening!" Vague ideas of castration and some of what Tara promised to do if any guy hurt her came to mind. She giggled.

All semblance of serious conversation was not wiped away with that single expression of glee, "And what is it that you want to say, love-of-mine? We have solved all my problems and now I can live forever, unburdened of dark thoughts. Care to do the same?" That was a bit of an exaggeration, for many things still weighed on her mind. Another night, for now she was happy with what had been immediately bothering her.