There were several things that DG knew she could never change about Cain. One was his strange relationship with his son- one minute they were acting like brothers, then like father and child, idiotic friends or soldiers. She liked his complexity, in that aspect at least, but he seemed to be in a certain mood at the most inconvenient of times.
Another thing that she couldn't change- and she wasn't even sure if she wanted too- was his reaction whenever someone mentioned Adora when she was with him. His arm would slacken around her slightly before tightening as if to correct some mistake. She never knew what to say when that happened.
And the most irritating thing was that she could not change him so that they were on the same level. Not that she wanted him to change- he was perfect with all of his apparent imperfections. But he was just so perfect she was always scared that some day he would realise what a little child she was compared to him. It wasn't the age thing, but rather her ability to switch into her 'silly' mood when there was something a little more serious going on.
And he was serious. Not all the time, but at the times that mattered.
She woke from her dream to see the bright and worried eyes of Wyatt Cain looking down at her. And those eyes brought back every single moment of what had happened while she had been drunk.
'How was I?' Relief flooded into his expression and she almost choked with the weight he suddenly put on her. 'Can't breathe.' He jumped back and took her good hand, pressing his lips against her knuckles. 'How was I?' She asked again with a little more emphasis.
'Well you entertained your sister.' He replied, trying to hide his smile. Only with DG would he act like this. She leant back into the bed and groaned.
'That bad?' Her eyes opened rapidly, the insanely bright blue irises staring right at him. How the hell was he so lucky? He tapped his pocket slightly, feeling the thick charcoal covered paper through the fabric. She loved him. Why?
'How much did my parents see?'
He cleared his throat, an instant reaction to the conversation he now recognised as awkward. 'You were passed out before they got there.'
'Oh. Well I suppose that's better.' He nodded in approval and shifted so that he lay next to her, on top of the covers. Once her heart rate had gotten down she had woken and instantly fell back asleep, causing him to panic. He called Glitch who suggested to get her moved to somewhere more comfortable and she'd wake soon. And of course the zipper head was right.
He was also right about his inability to move from her to go see the Vampeer. Stupid head case.
'So have you beaten the crap out of the guy yet?' He smiled at the comment as he brushed his fingers down the side of her face. She knew him well.
'No.' He expected her to be offended, but as was her specialty she did completely the opposite.
Latching herself to him, skin not touching as the thin sheets separated them she asked him not too.
'Why not?'
'Because if anyone gets to do it, it should be me.' He pushed her back, hands on her shoulders to steady her. Searching all the face he could that wasn't covered by brown hair, he found she was dead serious. Was DG ever going to learn? 'I'm not going to.' She laughed. 'But I think that if I don't want you to then you have to respect that.' Her grin somehow spread wider and she poked his shoulder at each next word. 'I am your superior.'
'Oh, are you now?' He whispered and leant so their lips were almost touching. DG tried to frown but found that her facial movements were not under her control any more. Why did she act like this around him? 'Because you seem to be doing exactly what I want you to do at the moment.'
Her mind was egging her to lean forward the slightest but she didn't want to- he couldn't control her. He wouldn't. She loved him, but how could she be this… girly around him? She tried to pull herself even further back to avoid anymore of this torture, but once her mind was on the here and now she realised she was kissing him.
Damn it.
'Maybe it's what I want to be doing too.' She replied as they pulled back for air. Of course it was too late, but she didn't want to lose face in their little games.
He raised his eyebrow, smirking his stupid suspicious smirk.
'Too late?'
'Yep.'
She bit her lip, wondering if her cheeks hurt from smiling with everyone she was with, and curled closer to him. Too soon they'll be back to their duties and just communicating with offhand faux insults.
'DG!' Azkadellia yelled as she barged through the door. 'Are you sober?'
'You alright, Wyatt?' DG asked the man who was now on the floor, ignoring her sister. If only she were allowed to ruin the décor and put a "must knock" sign on her door. Then she could get even madder when her sister ignored it.
'Fine.' He said, jumping up and clearing his throat. His eyes did not meet Az's as he passed her. 'I'll see you later. I'm pretty sure they wanted me down at the holding cells.'
'Yeah, Katherine looked pretty annoyed at you!' Azkadellia yelled at his back and the slamming door.
'You know we only put up with you because you're related.' DG pouted, turning away from her sister. Of course she didn't mean it, but all those years that she had been on the other side had seemed to slip away. It was like they were always the close, bickering sisters they had been sixteen years ago.
'You know I'm kidding, right?' she asked, turning around. The silk sheets even that fun- there were some perks to being royalty.
'You said "we".' DG rolled her eyes at Az's obvious statement. That was what she was freaked about?
'Sure. You refer to Glitch and yourself as "we", don't you?'
'Yes.' Az replied, her body language becoming rather tense as she took a step back, towards the door. 'I think you need some rest. The ball is in two days.'
'Ah, damn it. The ball. I go to save the world and we still have this stupid ball.' Az gave her a stiff smile that was supposed the be sympathetic before fleeing out the door.
Well there goes another one, DG thought in melancholy. Everyone's changing.
Her sister changed so minutely but as they were so closely intertwined she could see those changes more clearly. Such as when they were at the other side- Az had been firm, assertive; things that the sorceress were, but in a completely different way. But as soon as they returned back to the Outer Zone, she was her meek, shy self. It was only when they were fighting that she was really that passionate about anything.
Glitch had changed in the most obvious of ways- and why wouldn't he? His missing personality had finally been restored. Though there were the moments of Glitch in the conversation, Ambrose made most of the final decisions and doing that he made his world just that little bit less fun. It was a big difference from how they were on the road- Ambrose would never miss a count no matter how close the papays were.
And maybe it was the title that made Wyatt change so much. Maybe it was just her views on him changing. Who knew?
DG got up swiftly, her feet landing on the wooden floor as the walls started spinning. She held her head as if to stop it moving unnecessarily and began stumbling to her wardrobe. She could call on the maids to help her, but they would force her into something that didn't need her old jacket. And sometimes it was the comforts of another home that made her feel that little bit better.
The walls still spinning, she took another step, her legs crossing over as she did so. With the next one, her foot hit the calf of her other leg causing her to fall forward. Arms flailing, she grabbed a nearby piece of furniture and put the majority of her weight on that. The desk leaned towards her slightly, causing the large pile of books to fall to the ground beside her.
Well, at least Cain wasn't here to see that, she thought, attempting to stay optimistic. It kind of sucked when you suddenly felt as if you were a magnet for trouble. Or just a plain klutz which, though it seemed likelier, was much more embarrassing.
She got down on all fours to stack the books up again, surprised at how much the people who were staying in her room read. The book that was covered in red leather and had no title had fallen open to about half way through and DG was surprised to see it was in fact a diary.
Telling herself that she didn't mean to look, DG caught a few of the words that were on the page. The words 'witch', 'sorceress' and 'possessed' gave her the argument that she needed for her moral dilemma. If someone were planning something against her sister, or had information on it, she would need to know. Leaving the books where they were, she grabbed the red leather book and slid over the bed, skilfully landing on the other side so she was out of sight from anyone who was to walk through the door. How come she could do that while no one was watching?
I have been watching to Royal family more closely than I planned to the diary read, but have been rewarded with unexpected results. Though the stories flow within the palace of the entire situation of both sisters' perspectives, I do not believe that they are completely true. I do believe that Princess Dorothy found the emerald with the help of her father, and I do believe that she completed the journey with the help of the Royal Ambassador for Viewers', Raw; the Advisor to the Queen, Ambrose; and the now Head of Military, General Cain.
However, I do not believe that she has been ridded of her complete possession. Her sister, who after what she had been through, I believe that she is complete despite her strange behaviour; but she is not. The writer still thinks that Az is being possessed, DG realised and continued reading. Her continuous change in personalities and the way she treats her sister though they had apparently not seen each other in over fifteen years- this is not the way normal people act.
Ambrose, who Princess Dorothy continuously refers to as 'Glitch' keeps a very keen eye on her, as does his friend General Cain. This may be due to her royal status, but may also be due to something else- I do not exactly know yet.Wow, DG didn't know that Az and Glitch were that good at hiding their relationship.
I plan to start my training with General Cain tomorrow- I feel a war brewing and wish to be a large part in it. But these feeling may be just due my long had hatred of the viewers- it is not easy to reject old feelings, passed on from my parents, as little as I saw them. General has promised though, that I will be out of the palace if Raw of Kalm as he called them are harmed in any way. So apparently it is now my job to protect them. I must say, I'm not taking it in stride, but I am really the only one who harbours ill feelings towards them.
The group who went to the Other Side are back, and from the shouting it seems that they have captured Zero. I would rather that they didn't- my history still makes me side with the long coats, but Zero was the Southern Witches most loyal friend. I should not feel betrayed by that but I do slightly. Though these are old fashioned views, my place is with the late Eastern Witch- she who loved the sun. But now she rests in a world of darkness.
I now sit in amongst all the confusion and I hear a scream. I can't help but smile at the irony as the man who was meant to be looking after the owner of the scream has already gone to his father's office- neither can hear her now. But I also know that Captain Jeb will not enter the office- he is not sure of himself yet, as so many of these palace staff are.
My Captain is now looking for me; I will rest this book for today. Soon I wish to speak to Princess Dorothy again- or DG as she is called by everyone. She intrigues me and by talking to her I wish to find the full truth of the possessions and apparent possessions that involved herself and her sister.
DG realised that she had a headache- she had never been a big reader, artwork was more her specialty. But this confused her more than Physics had done in high school. Having an idea of who wrote it, she flicked back a few pages in the diary to confirm her suspicions.
We were welcomed to the palace today. The Princess was introduced. They were surprised at my name. But why would someone have the name of a slave? I like Ivy. It is me. The Tin Man is interesting. He follows the girl around though it is not his job. I wish to become one of these guards- they will not admit me until I can think straight. Time to sleep- it is my turn on the royal bed tonight.
The difference between the two entries scared DG in the slightest- Ivy too had changed so much in a very short time. Like a two year old grew to a twenty year old in only a few days.
A stream of light began growing in front of DG, and she instantly turned and looked under the bed to see the door opening. Before the person could see, she slid the book on the shiny floor, finally grateful for the lack of friction and jumped up so it was as if she were lying on the bed all this time.
'DG?' Azkadellia asked as her sister breathed in and out heavily as she lay on the bed. 'Are you okay?'
'Super. Just had the beginnings of a nightmare.' She replied. It wasn't a lie. If there was one thing that could give you nightmares it was the fact that an evil witch may still inhabit your sister's body. Not that she believed it- it was just the idea.
'I'm sorry about before. I shouldn't have left like that.'
'It's fine- wait, how long ago was this?' DG still had yet to understand the Outer Zone's clocks. Twenty six little stripes with a star in between each third? How was she expected to run a realm when she couldn't tell the time. Fortunately, they still counted in Other Side hours.
'About four hours ago. It's time for dinner now.' Four hours? Holy Mobats. 'Look, I haven't seen Ambrose all day and I would really appreciate if you hurried since I promised Cain I'd bring you down.'
'Sure.' DG replied, surprised. Azkadellia pulled her up and pushed her into the walk in wardrobe before throwing a large dress bag at her. 'What's this?'
'Just wear it. And hurry.' The elder hissed and shut the doors. As DG pulled off her pyjamas that the maids must have placed her in, she could hear drawers outside rattling and somehow knew that Az was getting out her various make-ups that apparently came with every room.
Not even bothering to look at the dress, she knew it was some old fashioned thing that seemed to be the style of this decade in the OZ. Why she was being forced into a dress she had no idea but she wouldn't mess with her sister in this mood, even if she were putting herself at risk from her apparent curse.
'You're kidding me.' Several maids were at the ready and Azkadellia pushed her into the cushiony seat for her makeover.
'Deeg, stop looking like we're torturing you.' Her sister hissed. It was then she realised Azkadellia was also dressed up, even for her.
'Azkadellia, what are we doing.'
'DG, you know that little celebration on your side known as Valentine's day?' Az began speaking fast as her sister started to hyperventilate. 'Blame father, he brought it over.'
'Why didn't Cain warn me about this?' Her last few words were mumbled as a paintbrush flicked over her lips, making them a bright red colour.
'That colour blue goes wonderfully with your eyes.' Az replied, ignoring the question completely.
'HE DOESN'T KNOW? Oh gods, he's going to kill me.' She sunk her face into her hands before someone pulled it back, pulling her hair. 'Ow.'
'Don't destroy your face.' She chastised. Kneeling down beside DG to check herself she grinned in the mirror at her sister. 'And don't worry. We'll have undercover guards there.'
Which was exactly when the door opened to show an immaculate Ivy, wearing a flowing red dress that seemed to accentuate the fact that the girl was the most beautiful person on this side.
'General Cain is growing worried.'
'DG is just being uncooperative.' Uncooperative? Her sister didn't know the meaning of the word when it came to the younger Gale.
'That's what he was worried about.' Ivy replied, and DG swore she was smirking under the painted red.
'I'm ready.' DG shot back viciously. The maids jumped as the chair was almost thrown back. She tried her best to look as if she were not happy about this arrangement- she didn't need to try hard.
'Just wait.' Az whispered, not caring whether her sister heard her or not. She would soon find out this was worth it.
The sisters walked beside each other towards the great staircase that lead to the ballroom, with Ivy following them silently. Fortunately there were no announcers so DG caught the ends of Cain and Glitch's conversation as they reached the top of the stairs.
'-know she's going to hate this.' Cain hissed.
'Cain!' Glitch replied harshly, hitting his chest before inclining his head towards the three girls at the top of the stairs. Both sisters stopped, as equally surprised about their partner's attire while Ivy kept her quick pace to the arm of one of the generic guards of the castle.
DG swore there was some music in the background as Cain turned slow motion. The new black trench coat swung as he turned and from there she didn't give a damn what he was wearing. On his hatless head sat the smile of an amused and amazed Wyatt Cain.
Beside her Azkadellia raced down to jump into Glitch's arms, to then be swung in a circle. Her legs were too unstable for that and she now noticed how high the shoes that had been shoved onto her feet were. Surely she would be as tall as Cain now?
Reluctantly, she put her foot on the stair beneath her, trying to reach out for the banister but the stupid cast gave her very little ability to grip the whole thing. It was then Cain was pulled out of his trance and raced up the stairs to laugh and help the girl.
'You're laughing at the disabled now?' She asked, too caught up in the colour of his eyes against the black to really be mad at him.
'Only those who become momentarily disabled by mere stupidity.' He replied with the same breathless voice. 'I'm aware your sister has planned us a night of extreme torment. Shall we?' He held out his arm, pushing between the banister and herself.
'Of course Mr. Cain.' She replied, all thoughts of journals, possessions and wars gone from her consciousness.
Would you believe me if I promised this won't turn into a story of simply kisses and giggles? Trust me, it's going somewhere. So what do you think of it so far? Any suggestions, criticisms (hopefully constructive) are welcome.
-B
