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Post by Kasatsu on May 8, 2009 19:05:27 GMT -5
He waited with patience as she considered and weighed the situation. When she finally spoke her conclusions he gave a nod while weighing them as well.
He was not sure if he fully agreed with that there were no strong figure heads currently in the Court, for he was sure that there were, it was still a conclusion that none of them had come forward yet. There had been no talk of anyone even considering challenging the male - not that the Club could really blame them.
At her suggestion he tensed a little. It made . . . sense. Yet at the same time he had loyalties to the male. In conflict with that thought was that if Se ever attacked Dre he would take out the male without question.
Torn, he gave a nod. "There is that." Maybe they should ask Ira for options . . . then again it might be better not to know wot the equine would suggest.
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Post by seraaches on May 8, 2009 19:32:14 GMT -5
Dre slipped her hand over one of Ignatius' and squeezed gently, knowing that those options were preferable. Well, they weren't preferable to anyone, really. She felt like they were stuck in something of a stalemate at the Court just then. Still. . . the horse mix was an optimist, and she smiled as she craned her neck upwards to try and look at her spouse's face again. It was a pose she was used to as she tended to lounge on the man every opportunity she could get. "Well, don't worry, Ignatius," she said sweetly. "I can't see father abandoning Uncle Se after all of these years. You'll still be able to come see me, even if he doesn't get better. And he isn't nearly as violent as he used to be. Usually." At least, some of his aggression towards other Cards seemed to have dropped a bit.
Drostan sighed and shook his head slightly; he didn't like the options standing before the couple, even if he didn't really like Iggy.
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Post by Kasatsu on May 8, 2009 20:10:23 GMT -5
That was the truth, or at least it seemed to be so on more days then it had before. For now he suppose there was nothing he could really do about, at least not till something came up for or against action. Sitting and waiting for the unknown had never been his kind of game. Especially when he had no knowledge of the actions to be taken.
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The next few weeks were a haze of chaos. Some days the winged mixed seemed to be worse - mostly in that he was in total need to be spoken for - while others he seemed to be doing 'okay'. With the different shifts the Club was about ready for a day or two alone with just his wife to relax.
When it wasn't his turn to watch the Queen or take charge of matters he quickly retreated to their rooms, finding he needed time away from people.
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Post by seraaches on May 8, 2009 22:13:33 GMT -5
Dre was tired. It had been "one of those days". She had retreated back to their suite and was now draped tiredly over their bed, one hand rather dramatically thrown over her eyes as she sighed and tried to convince the tension in her body to drain out into the fluffy softness of their bedcovers. She had even let her hair loose and it now pillowed her head like some strange stormcloud.
Drostan had hopped up on the bed beside the woman, laying his length along the side of her body and allowing her to trail her fingers through his scuffed and missing hair. Why she so liked to trace his scars, he had no idea, but when she was this tired and this stressed, he would let her do whatever she needed to relax herself. His head came up as he heard the door open and he tensed for a moment, wondering if it was another of the problems returning to hassle his mistress yet again.
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Post by Kasatsu on May 8, 2009 22:26:28 GMT -5
Walking through the door into their bedroom he pulled up short, not expecting to find his wife there. Seeing her sorry state, a silent confession to just how rough the day had been, he gave a small smile.
"What a sorry pair we make." He commented softly. Unwrapping the scarf that he usually slung and wrapped around himself, being careful not to jar or spill the contents, he then hooked it on the back of a near by chair that was in their room.
Coming closer to the bed he motioned with a circle of his finger that he wanted her to roll over. Making his way onto the bed he knelt besides her, across from the Ace. With gentle hands he began to massage the stiffness out of her shoulders.
"What did he do this time?" He asked softly. He had heard various rumors and whispers in the hallway of today's events, but having been sent to see to another problem that was taking place in the Palace, he was not sure what was fact and what was wild imagination.
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Post by seraaches on May 8, 2009 22:32:12 GMT -5
When Drostan went stiff, Dre lifted her arm slightly to see who was there, but she immediately went limp again when she saw it was Ignatius who entered and not a servant. She rolled over when he mimed for her to do so and gave a relieved sigh as he began to work out the tension from her shoulders. As soon as she was loose, she would do the same favour for him.
As soon as Iggy approached, Drostan jumped carefully off the bed and padded to his own bed at the side of the room. He could still see and hear and today, unlike some other days, he would keep his comments to himself. He didn't want anything to upset the woman further.
"He got someone's mother," the Highlander answered, wincing slightly as he got a particularly painful knot. "She was older, but her family was very displeased." That was an understatement. At least she'd been able to field it rather than Xiven or her father.
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Post by Kasatsu on May 8, 2009 22:43:12 GMT -5
Finding a particularly tough muscle he spent some extra time trying to convince it to release its tension, really rubbing deep though at the same time trying not to hurt her.
At her comment he gave a deep sigh. Considering all of the options, it could have been a lot worse on the 'culprit' but that did not mean it was any less . . . inconvenient.
He was about to further question her about the event when a slam followed by a high pitched shriek that could only come from another avian reached his ears from the other room. Blast, he had forgotten to lock the door. Giving another sigh, this one filled more with frustration than sadness, he rolled off the bed to see what was happening now.
As he walked out of the bedroom he called out in a low voice, making it almost threatening. "Shut up, woman, till you can clearly say what is wrong." It had the effect that he was going for, in that the women stopped her screeching and stood there staring at him with wide eyes.
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Post by seraaches on May 8, 2009 22:50:04 GMT -5
Dre rolled off the bed, on her feet and about to summon her glaive when the woman made it inside and actually shut up when Ignatius told her to. It was a wonderful relief, but the panic on the bird's face quickly galvanized the Highlander. Dre put on a quick smile-- tight around the edges, but only Ignatius or Drostan would likely be able to tell-- and reached out to take the woman's hands. "There, there--" she soothed, unable to place the servant's face. "Now, wot's wrong?"
"It's the young King! He's back and he's screaming for revenge. He's going to kill him!"
Dre wasn't entirely certain just what the servant was trying to say, when it suddenly struck her.
"Sid!"
"Oh, Bright Hills!" she gasped. "Where is he?"
"Heading for the old Queen's study, Lights bless his soul!"
Dre was heading out the door even as the woman finished her sentence, Drostan on her heels.
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Post by Kasatsu on May 8, 2009 22:58:12 GMT -5
The Club was just as confused about her words as Dre was till someone called out the boy's name. He went on alert when he realized she was talking about his favorite nephew. Was the boy trying to get himself killed? Cause he was 'bout to go about it the right way.
Before following his wife he had just enough sense to dash back into the bedroom to grab his scarf. Hopefully he would not have to use it, but better prepared then sorry. Not listening to anything else the servant might have to say he, he quickly followed Dre. His bulk being of a stronger build he was not as agile as her, but daily practice made it so he could keep pace with her.
For one of the first times he felt something akin to being truly afraid. Though it was not logical he never wanted any harm to come to the boy - well at least nothing that was not funny or caused with love.
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Post by seraaches on May 8, 2009 23:03:26 GMT -5
The good thing, the only good thing, was that Se had not taken the previous Queen's study or quarters; everyone had deemed it too dangerous to keep him somewhere that might spark memories. That was, actually, what she thought had sent him off today. The old woman had spoken a great deal like Shinrai had.
"Father is supposed to have him out in the garden," she told Ignatius as he caught up with her. Suits only knew if they were actually there, though.
Drostan kept just a little behind the woman and man now; he would need time to stop if they did the same suddenly, but it didn't look as though they would stop until they were at Rai's old study.
There were voices up ahead, raised and strident, but he couldn't hear Se there. In fact, it sounded like a lot of servants were in there with a young man.
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