Ms. Selly owns Fire Blossom, Annabellina, Frank and Lynx. Nyneve owns Saxen Maverick and Moksha
Chapter 20:
Thinking. Welcome. Different.
Lynx sat quietly in Effie's cabin. He stared into space, uncharacteristically thoughtful. He was never one to be silent, or introspective. But recent events definitely merited some thought. He hadn't intended to stay. Just stop by, see Effie again, possibly make her think it was only a dream. Then be on his way. There was so much for him to deal with these days. But he found her, and he found he couldn't leave her.
She was such a very long way from home. It didn't bother him…his home had never been fixed in one specific place. He was just everywhere. But his little Kathy? She loved everything about her town. Her house, her friends, even her school. He didn't think it had quite set in for her that she had gone much too far to turn back.
He shifted his gaze to his own hands and sighed. Home. Did she miss it yet? She would. He knew she would. She thought he couldn't see. But he saw. He saw everything. He saw the way she was with Duo. He even glimpsed what would end up happening. He wished he could prevent it, but it was not his place. He really had surprisingly little influence over unfolding events.
There were really was nothing he could do. Things would happen. Things always happened. He closed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose, trying to subdue the headache that was forming quickly. Too much thinking was never good. But sometimes, even Lynx couldn't help it.
Larva too was silent. However, that was not such a surprise. He stood, barring the door to Miyu's cabin, a silent and sinister sentinel. He was not fully in this reality, giving him a slightly transparent look. He awaited Miyu's command. Larva was not sure if the other "passengers" aboard Tsunami truly understood the depth of his bond with the vampire girl. It was of no consequence, however.
He was only a guard now, and a spy. Watching the other Sacred Ones for signs of danger. The new one intrigued him. The others did not know he had seen him yet. Lingering just outside reality, he watched as the filthy man was greeted by his fellows. 'Scary demon bodyguard guy'. That's what the young blonde had called him. A smirk had twisted his hidden lips before he could control his emotion. If she only knew…
"Hello? Jurai to Larva…are you in there?" He looked down quickly at the redheaded goddess staring up at him with a slightly annoyed expression.
"Yes?" He asked, a tiny bit surprised that she had noticed him.
"If you had been listening you would know that I was looking for the God of Thieves. Any chance you could point me in the right direction?" Washu tapped her foot impatiently. Without speaking, Larva slowly raised a long arm and pointed towards the galley, unaware that between his motions and the cloak he wore, he was invoking serious images of the Ghost of Christmas Past.
Not bothering to thank him, Washu huffed off down the hallway and Larva resumed his post.
When Washu reached the galley, she was not surprised by what she saw. Only Drusilla and Jack remained in the room. Jack was still spluttering from the surprise administration of the hangover cure, and was speaking very colorfully about Van Helsing's ancestry, hobbies and relationships with close relatives. Dru was listening appreciatively, nodding rhythmically.
"So, you're the God of Thieves," Washu leaned against the doorframe with a smile. "I thought you'd be…cleaner."
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, madam," he bowed, sweeping off his hat and smiling brightly at her. "Sparrow's the name. Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Washu. Goddess of Jurai. Nice to meetcha."
"The same, I'm sure," he said elegantly, refusing to be ruffled by either the mention of her divine status or her current slang.
"This is mother hen, with the red feathers," Drusilla told him in a stage whisper, "doesn't like to be ruffled, doesn't like to be bothered with the whispers of the mortal coil. But she can't very well escape it, can she love?"
"I reckon she can't," Jack agreed. Washu smiled at his mild manner and silent acceptance of the vampire's insanity. This was bound to be an interesting one.
"Come then," Drusilla grasped Jack's hands and pulled him closer to her as the door to her cabin shut quietly. "Give mummy kiss and show us how to defy the fire."
"Alright." Ever obedient, he kissed her. When she pulled back, she grinned malevolently.
"Going to teach us what happens to a naughty girl like Miss Edith? Can't let the nasty little secrets go to waste, can we now?"
"I'm afraid I haven't the foggiest notion of what you're talking about, love." Drusilla sighed, annoyed and tilted her head. Her eyes widened, as though she was really looking at him for the first time.
"Sweet. Not a drop of blood on your hands."
"That's not true," he sounded almost insulted, "I'm a pirate. I've got loads of blood on my hands."
"Ah yes, bitter blood. Not blood sweet as your own. Willy never cared much for distinction, he was a wild knight, killing those and these. But Daddy, mm, Daddy always was watching for the sweet. It made him so happy. It's why he loved me so much."
"Drusilla-" He began to say something, but she was off on her rant now, and cut him off.
"But not like Grandmummy. Oh no, never like Grandmum. Daddy loved her the best and I could never be good enough. She was a whistled tune in his head and she never let him be. She was his Mummy, after all. But I his little girl, did I not deserve a doll or two?"
"I'm sure you did."
"The world is cold, and the sky is all around me," she wrapped her arms around herself and slipped down to the floor. "I can't see the moon any longer."
"I'll wager it hasn't changed much."
"Not the point, not the point at all, blessed. Majick doesn't hold us, we can't wave our wand. Not sure what to do, not sure where to turn. I want Daddy back, but I can never see him again. Daddy is gone. Only the Angel-beast remains."
"That's very sad," he nodded sympathetically and put his arm around her shoulder again, pulling her close. Drusilla lay her head on his shoulder and looked up at her pirate wonderingly.
"You are different, hunter of gold. Very, very different."