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driftfleet2015-03-09 10:19 pm
serpentis) wrote in driftfleet2015-03-09 10:19 pm
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004 // the house of sin
Who: Dorian and assorted guests
Broadcast: Fleet-wide, 3/10
Action: In a villa practically in the forest (THE HOUSE OF SIN)
When: Broadcast- 3/10 // Action- 3/9-3/31? Until we leave.
Broadcast:
[The broadcast goes out on 3/10, and Dorian smirks a bit into the feed.]
I believe I've secured lodging for myself, with room enough for several others. If you need a place to stay, do let me know. It's a quaint little villa a bit outside of town. ...please don't mind the suspicious glances, I assure you, I've done nothing entirely against the guidelines that were set.
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Action:
[Dorian has secured a villa, but the residents of Mor don't seem too keen on having an evil mage for a neighbor. As the month goes on, more and more villagers will show up to stand at the gates of the villa and threaten to come in after the "evil wizard".
Maybe he shouldn't have gone so overboard with the whole "contacting the spirits of the dead" thing.]
((OOC: Mingle post for the House of Sin. We'll pretend there are enough rooms in here for everyone! Even if you character only drops by to rest their feet a bit, everyone is welcome to visit and stay the night if they want.))
Broadcast: Fleet-wide, 3/10
Action: In a villa practically in the forest (THE HOUSE OF SIN)
When: Broadcast- 3/10 // Action- 3/9-3/31? Until we leave.
Broadcast:
[The broadcast goes out on 3/10, and Dorian smirks a bit into the feed.]
I believe I've secured lodging for myself, with room enough for several others. If you need a place to stay, do let me know. It's a quaint little villa a bit outside of town. ...please don't mind the suspicious glances, I assure you, I've done nothing entirely against the guidelines that were set.
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Action:
[Dorian has secured a villa, but the residents of Mor don't seem too keen on having an evil mage for a neighbor. As the month goes on, more and more villagers will show up to stand at the gates of the villa and threaten to come in after the "evil wizard".
Maybe he shouldn't have gone so overboard with the whole "contacting the spirits of the dead" thing.]
((OOC: Mingle post for the House of Sin. We'll pretend there are enough rooms in here for everyone! Even if you character only drops by to rest their feet a bit, everyone is welcome to visit and stay the night if they want.))
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[He glances aside, uncertain of what to do. He hasn't felt like this since he was younger, and Berille was lecturing him over somesuch foolishness.
He missed her, in a way.]
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not that she's got time to think them out. she's kind of going with her gut on this one.]
I'm a fairy. A sluagh, one of the Kithain. Do they have any of those where you're from?
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Decidedly not. Is that...is it like a spirit? Are you a spirit? Or a demon, perhaps? Do you come from a world beyond the physical? What about your human form? Why do you look like that? How old are you, really?
[Congrats, Krista. You just discovered the biggest nerd in the ENTIRE FLEET. He can barely contain himself, he looks rapt, almost giddy.
New magic?! YAY!]
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[the spell is broken. Krista is a teenage girl who has no idea what she's doing. she runs her hands through her hair, groaning.]
Oh my god, Dorian... Just... Calm down.
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He nods.]
Forgive me. Please, tell me more.
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so she rubs her forehead and takes a breath, and thinks of somewhere to start.]
Okay. Quick story time. Once upon a time there was this magical kingdom called Arcadia where everything was supposed to be perfect. Everyone was happy, everything was full of life and color and you could create things by thinking them as easy as you could breathe. All of the Fae Folk lived there, I guess. The important, consistent ones were called the Kithain, and they ruled the kingdom and everything was great.
Except--one day, for some reason, they got kicked out of Arcadia and were forced to live in the world of humans. The human world has two halves, uh, at least where I'm from. One half is the normal, totally boring human world where there is no magic and everything is structured and logical. There's also the Dreaming, which is everywhere, but also kind of on a different plane of existence than the mortal world?
[she's gesturing with her hands. layers. one on top of the other. she hopes this is still making sense, because she's started talking fast and isn't sure she can stop.]
It's where magic and imagination and creativity and stuff come from, and also where the Kithain now live. The only problem is that the mortal world keeps getting bigger and bigger, while the Dreaming keeps getting thinner and smaller, and Kithain can't survive outside of a magical surrounding for very long, so--!
[she suddenly points! and... takes a breath.]
So, when one of the Kithain would die, their souls started being reborn into human bodies. Most of them, anyway. I mean--that part's weird, but we can talk about that later. Anyway. That protects them from the banality of the human world while still allowing them to spend time in the Dreaming... and... so, these fairy souls wake up and remember themselves sometime during their human life, and then they, uh, decide what to do with the rest of their existences from there.
[...and, so, here she is.]
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He looks her over, and he smiles. He wasn't very close to Cole, but she reminds him of the spirit, in that sense. Cole was an endlessly fascinating boy, and Dorian felt something close to excitement bubbling up within him.]
And you are one of these Kithain, I assume, that awoke during your time in the human world?
[He is trying very hard to restrain himself to just one question. There is so much he wants to know!]
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[back at the Academy, when one day she just woke up with a horrifying face and the inability to talk at any volume above a "soft-spoken". actually, Dorian kind of reminds her (at least in this moment) of Headmaster Thorne. emotional, thoughtful, very curious. weirdly nice to her. less Scandinavian, but he'd probably have the same penchant for fancy bourbons and Greek literature...
and that is very comforting. makes her feel better about strong-arming him into being her friend.]
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[And he honestly sounds excited. It's not the odd cutting warmth of sarcasm and joking, but the odd giddiness that he feels when he's discovered something new.]
But you're not. So, then, you were born like the rest, but the spirit that was plucked and placed into your body was one of these...Kithain?
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Yeah. Human mother, human father. Human siblings. Well--my sister turned out to be a mage, but that's... kind of a different story.
[she tries to dismiss it with a weak little smile, but it doesn't really work.]
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[His voice is a touch concerned.]
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And not all of them. Just most of them.
[so she's really going out there to trust Dorian not to kidnap her for science.]
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Not unlike the Magisters back home, in Tevinter. One of my traveling companions...they would do much the same to him, I suspect. Should he ever show here, I'll have to introduce you.
[And then softly, with concern, he gently reaches out to touch her arm.]
Did they kidnap you, Krista?
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[her eyes widen as she nods, solemnly.]
I guess my sister is on a life-quest to destroy all fairies, but she's like, eight. So I have a while before that gets bad. Most kidnapping attempts end with my big friend smashing his giant hammer into their face. So. You know. Could be worse.
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Yes, I suppose it could be worse. Family is always...difficult.
[He sits back a bit, and weighs it for a moment. Well, she did want to be friends, so this was a step in that, he supposed. Honesty, and all that.]
I have issues with my father. He...when I said that he wished me to take a wife, that wasn't the entirety of it. You see, in my homeland, the most corrupt mages use blood magic. I hate it, but I suppose there's little harm in using your own blood, or blood given willingly.
But my father, he...he wanted to take my blood from me, to bleed me and change me, make me acceptable. So that I would take a wife, so that I wouldn't keep the company of men anymore.
[He looks down at his hands, gold rings catching the light and glossy black nails a stark contrast to even his tanned skin.]
Perhaps it could have worked but...I wouldn't have been Dorian anymore. It would have been some other man. I don't know that I would have liked him.
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[she spends so much of her time thinking about herself as a separate entity from everyone else. she strikes out so often to "find herself" and establish an identity and create clear lines about who she is and who she isn't. she sees herself as one thing (fairy, small girl, teenager) and everyone else as something different (human, adult, potential danger).
but for once, she really... can't look at Dorian like that, because listening to this makes her feel like he's just a person and she's another person who wishes that hadn't happened to him. this is probably called "empathy", but she's never been great with feelings.
she puts a hand on his shoulder, as if they were the same height.]
I'm sorry. It's really horrible that he wanted to do that.
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It is. But...I suppose it proves that there are no ends even good men will sink to, when desperate.
[Which was the honest truth. Halward Pavus was, even still a good man. Dorian still believed that his father wasn't evil. He hadn't joined the Venatori, after all, but he had been driven to desperation, let blood magic tempt him in a moment of weakness.]
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when all else fails, she supposes there's always weak humor:]
Super-creepy, too. I'm glad you didn't get brainwashed.
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I am, as well. Could you imagine? I need at least six more months to practice my cackle before I can properly pass as an evil Magister.
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Yeah, you're... Good being you, I think. You're just fine.
[which... makes her think of one of the reasons she'd accepted his offer to stay here in the first place. she doesn't want to dredge up another secret aspect of her life, but they're here and they're talking honestly, and Dorian already spilled his guts with barely any prompting on her part.
so she takes a very deep breath, and... gracefully flops sideways onto the bed. like a dying swan. it is again, perhaps, a boon to all that she cannot raise her voice, otherwise this would have been a groan heard in the rooms surrounding them.]
Dorian, I am so gay.
GOD BLESS
I know that feeling all too well.
[Or, in other words: "same".]
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[the shoulder pat is very much appreciated. she's going to continue to lay here in her haunted misery. or frustration. whatever this feeling is.]
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It's not easy.
[Less so when you have a legacy weighing down on you, but Dorian could still remember furtive, clumsy kisses in the circle in Quarinus, holding onto the other boy's robes like they were a lifeline, like they meant something.
And how every time footsteps sounded down the halls they would pull away, leave him in an alcove with only the memory of their lips on his.
Dark nights in their shared room with Rilienus, and him telling Dorian, definitively, that he didn't love him. But Dorian knew, perhaps too late, that he was irrevocably, desperately in love with him.
It wasn't easy.
That's what pushed him to talk to Krista, to offer friendship to her, because he remembered how lonely it all was, and how desperate he was for something that had any meaning.
And how hard it was to figure out what it mean to prefer boys to girls, in a society where love like his was seen as just a dalliance. Where had to figure out what love meant to him, and had to figure it out alone.
He didn't want Krista to feel that, like she was alone in this.
He offered her an uncertain but honest smile. It was odd, letting someone else in, but he was finding that it was worth it.]
If you ever need me, you know how to find me. At the very least, I can lend a sympathetic ear.
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maybe her dad. maybe.]
Sympathy's pretty nice... Though I also accept gifts and chocolates.
[it's so deadpan that it could almost be mistaken for total seriousness. she glances down at the covers of the bed, since she couldn't look at Dorian and still have the guts to say this--]
You know what the really stupid thing is? I just keep thinking about my family. I mean, like, they're already going to think I'm a hideous abomination for secretly being a fairy monster underneath all the... human, so...
[...she looks up, a little.] I'm basically gonna be hunted down every day of my life for being magical, so I don't know why this is the thing that's bothering me so much...
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I've learned that the more something bothers you, the more it means to you.
[And he looks over at her, uncertain.]
Not that it shouldn't be important. I'm certain that there are people who don't think about who they prefer, simply because they don't need to. For the rest of us...it's a struggle to know who you are. To find out who "you" are. And certainly, I imagine it could be harder to reach for something more normal to learn about yourself when you're facing being chased for the rest of your life.
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