<font face=arial color=#000000>I'm the violence in the pouring rain</font> [Aspelta]

I'm the violence in the pouring rain [Aspelta]
IP: 136.24.162.83
Posted on November 23, 2017 at 10:35:40 AM by Nepenthe // Croe

Five Days Ago

It was sloppy magic. Croe felt herself shoved, as if physically, through the folds of space, each layer bending before it tore. There was enough power, but not enough focus to propel her very far�but that was to be expected from someone who�d never teleported before. She made a note of that as the world resolved, a dazzlingly bright morning sky replacing the comfortable darkness of the bedroom, unfiltered sunlight warming her skin. She blinked, squinted. Curled her hands into fists. The morning gardeners all froze as they beheld her, standing so exposed in the middle of the terrace, as unexpected as a lightning strike on a clear day. Darkness curled around her fingertips, and she vanished with a snap, like a whip cracking.

She reappeared in the gallery hall, smoke and darkness rising off of her like steam. A maid was about to question her when she opened her mouth and roared: �SPERANTIA!� The silence in the wake of her shout felt heavy, expectant. Like air thick with impending thunder. Croe�s head cocked slightly, listening, before she turned to the trembling young woman and took two steps toward her, all pretenses of civility conspicuously absent from her expression. �Get me Alvarez,� she growled, and the woman flinched.

It felt strange, to be the warbird again. Nobody in this house had ever met her � she�d taken care to be gracious toward everyone in Mallos� employ since the first time she�d set foot in Madrid. But grace was impractical when an imposter was wearing her lover�s skin.

Sometimes monsters had their uses.

The maid (Ximena, Croe remembered, though it was too late to call after her retreating back) turned tail and hurried to carry out her impolitic orders, and Croe reached for her power again to teleport into Ned�s bedroom. The shadows in the room rippled with her arrival, startling the nurse. Without a word, Croe retrieved her son from the woman�s arms, and strode out the door, down the hall, and into �ngela�s room. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, holding the toddler tightly to her chest. Her eyes drifted shut. Darkness clung to her everywhere, like splattered mud.

Ned squirmed a little in her grip, breaking her reverie. Too many jumps, she chastised herself, breathing against his soft baby hair before setting him down. Teleportation did not come naturally to her, and the energy cost was high. Adrenaline was propping up her power for now; Croe knew it was only a matter of time before those reserves ran out.

�Are you alright, Se�ora??�

Her head snapped up, but it was only one of �ngela�s nannies, her expression torn between relief and concern. She had probably thought Croe had come to dismiss her early, and could now see that her employer�s expression was all wrong for it. Unfortunately for her, Croe remembered well what leaving her children in the care of others could mean, when any kind of trouble arrived�and her presence was an unwelcome reminder. Get out, she thought, but managed a more civil dismissal.

�Go help Ximena find Alvarez. I will be here with my children.� Her words were clipped, and her black eyes followed the girl with an inscrutable look while they exchanged places, and she vanished through the door. Croe sat stiffly in the chair, tidying a few pages of �ngela�s coloring into a stack on the table between them. Then she reached across it to squeeze her daughter�s hand.

She was about to say something to her, something motherly and reassuring to help explain her unexpected presence, when the door opened and Sperantia�s head appeared.

It�s Omniety, she said telepathically, the word weighted with meaning. Whoever it is, they are trying to meddle with his life, and managed to burn Mallos with the cuff in the first handful of minutes they've been in there.

�Buenos d�as, Sperantia,� she said aloud, with a tight smile.

[I can change it so Sper doesn�t come in if you want, let me know if the moving is too much!]

Replies:

LA SOLEDAD ES UN TIPO DE VENENO. - By SPERANTIA November 25, 2017 at 06:05:28 PM
- may the bridges I�ve burned light my way - By Nepenthe // Croe November 27, 2017 at 01:25:50 AM
  - LA SOLEDAD ES UN TIPO DE VENENO. - By SPERANTIA December 3, 2017 at 02:54:32 AM
    - may the bridges I�ve burned light my way [m] - By Nepenthe // Croe December 11, 2017 at 10:20:02 AM
      - la soledad es un tipo de veneno; - By sperantia December 12, 2017 at 03:54:10 AM
        
        may the bridges I�ve burned light my way - By Nepenthe // Croe December 29, 2017 at 05:33:35 AM
        
        la soledad es un tipo de veneno; - By sperantia December 30, 2017 at 04:44:59 PM
        
        may the bridges I�ve burned light my way [m] - By Nepenthe // Croe January 4, 2018 at 06:50:07 AM
        
        la soledad es un tipo de veneno; - By sperantia January 5, 2018 at 03:12:02 AM
        
        may the bridges I�ve burned light my way [m] - By Nepenthe // Croe January 7, 2018 at 05:08:21 AM
        
        the dark side of the sun. - By mallos January 7, 2018 at 10:07:18 PM

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