Chapter 7: Glacialis Dominus
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He could feel the softness of her skin before he woke up. His mama was in the room, still there to look after him. His eyes cracked open, even as the jingle of his Scroll sounded through the room. He smiled softly. That was the tune that his twin sisters enjoyed, the faint opening strings of the Vale Orchestra. He reached for his Scroll, pulling it off the nightstand, even as Weiss shifted a little against his chest.
His groin felt a little sticky, obviously somewhat of a dream that had been finished with an explosive effort, Weiss having shifted during her sleep. He slid the Scroll's lock open, without any sort of hesitation. His eyes watched the blinking call icon, opening it up. The internal clock said that it was nearly a quarter past eight, that it was still the morning, about fifteen minutes before Weiss had to wake.
"Hey, Jaune!" The cheerful tone from one of his twin sisters was light, even as she started to chat. "Doing anything important with your older lady lover?" The teasing was enough to make him smile even more, the camera function flickering on. He could hear Selene stir slightly, spotting her smile with her crimson eyes looking at him in a fond manner as if the words from the sister had roused her interest.
"Eh, well, she's currently not really eh…" He floundered. They were not planning anything, or so the theory went. Verde was such a tease at times. Saphron was the more mature concerned one, when it all came down to things.
"Yeah, and you're currently laying in bed with a supermodel, sell the other boat in Vacuo, Jaune. See, we're going to see Weiss Schnee in concert, the final one she's doing, and I was wondering if you'd like to… y'know, get something to eat before that, since you're in Vale as well... Lil' sis needs to get herself properly shrieking tonight."
"You don't think I could get into bed with a supermodel? I'll have you know that I am perfectly able to charm a lady!" He retorted. Weiss stirred lightly, a low moan coming from her mouth. Her eyes opened lightly, blue curiously looking at him, a flush on her cheeks, turning as red as a freshly plucked apple during the harvest season.
"Jaune, you're the guy who headbutted the girl you liked when you tried to ask her out. The chances of you getting a girl to give you the time of day are greater than Weiss Schnee deciding to give you a free show." The camera didn't really put Weiss in the view, something that he had carefully done in order to give her privacy. She was an innocent little thing, she wouldn't dare to harm a fly. Her eyes looked at him, expectantly for some reason. Her hand raised up, brushing a delicate finger over his stomach.
"Haha, Jaune, don't you dare lie to us. You silly little moron, do you really think that you'd be able to sleep with a supermodel?" Her twin sister added, appearing on the screen. He could see Weiss frown, as if she wanted to say something. He smiled, something that his sisters noticed immediately. Vert and Jade had always been a tag team of terrors, and their eyes glinted with the interest in teasing him, to make him embarrassed once again about their words.
The darkness inside him whispered that he should just tilt the camera down, to show them the beauty who had crawled up against him, the indecent nightgown that showed her form off, the faintly mystified look on her face as proof that he had indeed slept with a girl who was a supermodel in classiness.
"And you two are going to be screaming like little girls when your favourite singer's on stage, aren't you? My, when are you going to bring back a boyfriend, huh? Are you two going the way of Saphron and Terra?" The tease was something unexpected, even as Jade quietened, her eyes glinting.
"The day you lose your virginity is the day we'll come up with boyfriends." The response was turned back immediately and he knew that he could retort with 'Yesterday?' but he didn't. He looked at Weiss, who looked ashamed for some reason. He could have… he could have followed the urges, given in to pinning her down and taking her, yet he had been the gentleman. He had treated her well, as a man should.
"It's not… It's not like that's a big deal. I mean, there's plenty of time for you yet. Saphron only informed us that she was getting married a week beforehand." The shock of the eldest being a lesbian was something that had to be explained over the few weeks that Saphron had indeed been married.
"Hah, the day you get a handie from a pretty woman is the day that we'll declare our ever-lasting love to some boy band." He wasn't sure whether that would count, as he wondered briefly whether that was possible, Weiss moving a little, getting a little lower. Her nose bumped against his chest, her hands searching for support, looking away and spotting her clothing. He could feel Selene still in the room, even if he didn't see her physically present, the little hum of power within her body enough to make him aware of where she was.
"Who knows? So, dinner? Want to call me on the Scroll before that happens and you go to your final concert afterwards?" The sister's voice was amused as she spoke and he could hear Weiss gasp a little, though it wasn't fully caught by the camera, shifting his body just a little bit.
"You're paying for dinner, little brother. I want to get some Weiss merchandise." He snorted. Money was not really an issue now, with the amount that Tyrian had handed to him. Selene was beyond generous to him, yet the connection that they had right now was more than just close.
"See ya in the afternoon, little brother. Try to keep the supermodels from raping your little skinny body!" The cackle of laughter was enough, even as Weiss flushed. The call cut off then, leaving him and her in the same room.
"Your… family?" She asked softly, her eyes glinting with the look of wistfulness, something that he could understand with such a dick as a father.
"The twins. They always like teasing me. Just because they're half a decade older, that gives them the rights to bully me, or so they claim." Her eyes looked down, almost shyly. Emotions inside her were swirling around, even as she exhaled softly. The alarm on her Scroll started to beep, some tone that was similar to the Atlesian Waltz coming from there.
"That must be… that must be nice. Say…" She bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushing a little. "Do you want to… Do you want to see me in concert?" He looked at her, smiling. She looked up and saw the smile and froze, a deer in the headlights look on her face, her breath stalled in her throat, as he nodded.
"I'd love to. Not just because I found out you were someone famous… But because you're my friend." She seemed conflicted, even as she looked at him with a look that was hard to decipher. Her fingers pushed into her mouth, her body stiffening a little as her tongue rolled over the digit in a manner that was extremely sexy, his body showing the signs of arousal already. She noticed and flushed. "Hey… sorry, morning problem for us guys. It's especially bad when you've got a good-looking friend in bed with you." She turned red, her hand laid on his stomach, pushing herself up.
"But yes… I'd love to see my friend in concert." She smiled shyly at him, as she watched carefully his expression. "But you've got a meeting to go to, haven't you?" His words were gentle and soft as he spoke, reminding her of her waking schedule, even as she inhaled deeply.
"Yes… I don't want to go." She admitted, slightly petulantly. Her expression was adorable, as she flushed a little, her tongue licking over her lips. "I'll… I can get you a ticket." She nodded, seemingly to herself.
"I don't want to get out of bed though…" She looked up at him, smiling softly again. "So…" He ran a hand through her hair.
"The shower is through that door there." He pointed to the direction of the en-suite smaller bathroom, the grateful look that she had on her face enough, as he turned away to give her some privacy.
She got out of bed, letting his hand fall onto the bed. She moved, as far as he could hear, with ginger steps, her smell left behind in the bed. 'Hopefully,, she didn't notice the smell…'
He blamed himself for that. It had been too long since he'd had a wet dream, and with his friend here… This was bothersome.
She closed the door, having left her clothing strewn across the floor. It was clear that she wasn't a morning person to him.
"Did you have a good sleep?" His mama's voice spoke up, as she appeared in her chair, seated there with her eyes looking as red as they always did, like cherries in a sea of liquorice.
"It was… nice." Her voice always made him feel a tingle of something, as he felt himself growing harder, Selene's smile enough, as she shook her head.
"My little prince… Do you like her?" The voice that she busied was one that showed the same tone as his older sisters when they were inquiring about the boyfriend of another, a hint of something that was jealousy, perhaps?
"She's… She's marvellous, isn't she?" He smiled, even as Selene nodded, slowly. "She's such a bright and wonderful girl."
"Give the world and she can be yours. A prince of your station needs concubines…" The way that she spoke it was as if she was actually considering it. Him, with a harem? Perish the thought!
"Hah, I mean… as if she'd be up for that. She is way too pretty to do something like settle for me. We're friends, mama… Not… not like us." This was the woman who had taken his virginity, who had been there during the times when he had been bored or needy for a conversation with someone, but when his father wasn't available.
"No, not like us." She said, simply, seating herself on the bed next to him, as her fingers brushed through his hair. She leaned in close, smelling him. "You are special, my dear."
"I'm your son, mama." The look in her eyes intensified, as she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. The sensation was soft enough to push forward into her mouth with his tongue, her own yielding territory, even as she inhaled and exhaled, a soft little groan coming from her, as her hand grabbed his manhood, which was still engorged.
"She's taking a shower, Mama." He said, even as her eyes blazed. She seemed to be going to press the issue, before she smiled, breaking the kiss beforehand.
"She has a busy day in front of her… But she offered you a ticket to see her in concert." The offer had been nice, and he was sure that she would sing very well. "I should get you properly dressed for the occasion… And spares, of course. The hoodie is nice for a young teenager, but for a man of station… Insufficient."
'Gee, you'd imagine that she'd want me to wear the crown jewels of Vale if I needed to dress in accordance to my station.'
"I guess it's shopping time before I will meet with my sisters."She nodded, looking at him with a direct expression on her face. "Well… I think I need to get some fresh underwear. I guess I was thinking of you during the night, mama."
She smiled, a warmer smile than before. "I love you, Jaune." She spoke the truth, as she always did.
"Allow me to check up on your friend…" She said, walking towards the bathroom that came attached to the bedroom. "I will instruct you in magic once she is gone for the duration of the morning… It is a gift that must not be squandered. There is a man who would push you to your death if he has but an inkling of your powers."
"Of course, mama." She smiled, patting him on the shoulder.
"And don't peek. This is girl talk."She was going to give her the big sister talk, no doubt. He had heard his older sisters discuss about how much threatening that they'd give any girl that showed an interest… He was sure that Selene would just do that. After all, why would Weiss be interested in a scrawny young man like him? That Selene was willing to do such things with him didn't mean that Weiss was.
The impulse to ravage her rose, as his groin responded. An image of invading that shower, of tearing the curtain away and taking her, of driving himself into her as she whimpered and pleaded, her eyes terrified and full of fear, growing aroused from the stimulus and becoming a wonderful mess of fear and chaos, of hopes and dreams shattering….
"My… Do keep those thoughts to the lessons, my darling… You're going to make me blush." Selene teased, as her fingers slid over his front. "No need to get… started…"
She walked to the bathroom with a little sway to her hips, letting him gaze at her and know that she was one of the most beautiful women to walk Remnant.
She opened the door easily, as the lock was hardly a problem for one that made magic a skill to wield, a simple shifting of the earth element unlocking it if it had been… which it had not been. Damp foggy air drifted, even as the sound of a running shower came from the shower, where the girl that had dared to lay a hand on HER prince showered.
The door shut, a click sounding as the lock slid into place, the girl responding, a soft "Jaune?" coming from her lips, hesitant… perhaps a touch sultry. 'You DARE to call out with your dirty whore mouth for my child? You dare to molest him, to make him seize up with your filthy lowborn hands and to taste him?'
Anger flowed through her like the richest of wines did through the nobility, even as she cleared her throat, her hand pulling the curtain away, the white hair plastered against the young woman's face and back, even as the spray continued, fear in those eyes, even as she directed a look at her. "Miss Umbra, I-"
"Miss Schnee…" Her voice was as chilly as the Atlas air at winter, as her eyes bored into the blue ones of the girl, the darkness inside her roiling and ravaging. Already she could feel the power flood her, the desire to make this girl a canvas of blood and minced meat rising.
"Imagine my… surprise." She held venom in her voice, as her eyes locked with those hesitant, fearful blue ones. "What I witnessed a young lady of certain fame, of a certain household… do last night." The girl was fearful, pressing herself against the wall, away from her, to not hear the truths that she was spouting…
"It would be an awful scandal if Weiss Schnee were to be arrested on charges of rape, would it not?" The girl whimpered pathetically, as she shrank back.
'Know what you did was wrong. You assaulted MY son… You could not tame your whimpering lusts for ONE night… One night where he trusted you, where you SHAMED his trust with your body being so curious…' "Oh… Don't you dare deny it. You lifted the covers. You… you…" Heat and anger showed through her voice and facial expression.
"You did not put it in. That is the only saving grace that will save your life today." Smouldering anger flowed through her. Her eyes locked with the guilty eyes of the girl that Jaune had chosen as a friend… a worthy concubine, through appearance alone. The pale hair, the elegant white skin… A doll of any name, yet who had broached topics that could not be talked about. "Was it mere stress that made you do it?"
She was in control. The girl would never be able to go to any authority, nor would she be able to refute anything that she said. She was right to feel this way, as her charge had been violated by Weiss Schnee's hands, the girl shrinking back a little more. "Or did you think that it would be right to do something to a common-born boy… A boy who trusted you?"
He was hardly a boy in her mind, yet the framing was important. A boy did not know better… and she was a girl who was raised to BE better. The girl whimpered, her eyes panicked. "I… He made me feel safe… Secure." The whisper that she spoke with was loud, amongst the clattering of the water which was currently hitting her legs. "So…"
"So you decided to violate him. I am not blind, Miss Schnee." The anger in her voice was real, even as she squashed it. 'You're in the web now, girl… The spider has taken notice… and it would be a bad choice to struggle.'
There was no video evidence of it, nor was there anything but her word against that of Weiss. To court, it would never go… But the girl didn't need to know that. She was in control here, and she would be able to make this girl succumb, no matter what. Youth… always so tender.
"I'm… I'm sorry?" She said, Salem's face twisting to anger.
"He spoke highly of you, you know? You were being a brat, but he was not unkind. Took you out on the town, making sure that you were protected. He could have just left you and not cared… But that's the way that he is." The words were a trap for her to fall in. Jaune had that certain innocence about him, that will to be a good man… a good man for his wife, for his concubines…
But at the core, he was powerful. He had taken her gift fully, without the hassle of those who had perished before. He had said that he loved her… and she had said so back, with full conviction. The girl seemed to contemplate that, tearing up, as much as the tears could be visible.
"I've never felt like this before. Every time I am with him… Every moment, every touch, it is like… pain." Salem knew the feeling. The thumping of your heart, the look in her eyes when she saw her husband… A love pain that did not go away.
"You like him." She accused, even though the mask slipped for a brief instant, the girl lost in her thoughts for an instant. She relaxed, as she came to the realization. "He makes you feel safe, like a warm blanket during the cold winter night."
She came closer, the girl's eyes still somewhat lost in her thoughts. "And thus you nearly took his innocence…" The soft voice was more of an insidious whisper, as her eyes burned. "Are you his friend…"
Her hand touched the girl's shoulder, wet by the spray of water, snapping her out of her daze. Salem's eyes looked down over the girl's chest, at her crotch, the hips that had been formed with an exercise regimen. "Or are you… more?"
The girl's eyes looked up at her, yearning for something of a motherly figure to give her advice. She had seen it before in Cinder… the girl's yearning for a mother figure and the need for power having twisted her… She was not good enough for her little prince. Cinder would burn out all the little things, would emasculate him from his true potential, all so that she could be queen…
That would not do. He was her man, her prince… her…
"Are you going to take the step, Weiss?" Her voice was soft, as she leaned closer, looking into her eyes for the longest of moments.
'The fly is given an option to escape, before the spider strikes…'
"I won't go to the police… It would be a bad sign for you to be… arrested. You've got a concert to give, after all…" The girl looked at her, her eyes confused… kept on the back foot without any sort of hesitation. "So…"
She paused, to give Weiss a look that meant something. "Let's keep this as a little secret between the two of us, shall we?" An offer that sounded appealing, yet to a girl at her wit's end, it was like a rope with which to get herself out of the deep dark pit that she had fallen into. "He's too precious to worry about something… and so needful of a good friend…"
The girl smiled, nodding hesitantly, the shy smile on her lips there. "Y-yes… A good friend, yes…" The girl didn't know how she would be entangled with him yet… But she would. Jaune was like a beacon around which flies gathered… and soon, he would be more…
"I am glad we had this talk, Weiss." The girl nodded, even as Salem stepped back, allowing her the shower again. She noticed with some amusement that sometimes during, the girl had lost control of all of her poise, being a scared and frightened girl.
"Do, by all means, be a good friend. But… Do try to ask for his permission, if you want to stimulate your curiosity. A man's desires are best enjoyed when properly aware…" The red flushing of her cheeks was enough, and she could tell by the way that the girl had changed her stance in the shower, that she was thinking back to that moment…
The groundwork had been laid. A good mother ensured that her boy got himself a girl that wouldn't mistreat him…
And she was pretty enough to be a decent concubine. She would not have lived if she had been less than exemplary in appearance… She would not tolerate 'ugly' women as her Jaune's concubine…
A queen did not get outshone by her husband's harem, after all. She was still the most beautiful, in the world.
A smile came to her lips again as she pushed the door open, enjoying the cooler air, rather than the hot muggy one of the bathroom.
'Ahh… It would be a good time for him to learn the tricks…'
She was going to show him how to work magic… How to ensnare the wills of weaker ones and how to make use of them. A king was strong. A king bore the burden of his people and a king ensured that his dominion was kept as strong as possible…
But even a king would be a prince once upon a time.
He watched Selene walk to him, the illusion that kept her hair that bright blonde sheen enough to draw his eyes, even as she sat down on the bed. "A quick exercise for you, Jaune… Just in case you want to train your powers a little…"
Her words were warm, matronly, with the warmth of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted to teach him. "Every little hint of power leaves a certain wavelength… a little like music, yes. That wavelength is something that you can squish and diminish, turning it into background noise. Not that it's a bad thing, of course… We should be proud of our powers…"
Her voice was almost hypnotic, as her hands guided him to her heart, where her heart beat steadily, the softness of her skin there, even as her eyes turned crimson and the power flooded through his system, following behind her. For a moment, there was a humming sound, before it was shattered and twisted into what was a mere discordant note, barely felt. He felt the power inside him, and then… the humming note sounded again, as he mimicked what she did. A little sputter later, and a lower, bass-like note started to sound, blending slowly into the background.
"Now… moderate the flow… let it flow through you and then… decrease." The pitch changed slightly, yet he grew used to it. It was like breathing, slowly in… and then out. A worry that passed as a mere fragment, and when she pulled away, he felt the soft sudden lack of control, even as the door to the bathroom opened and Weiss emerged, her pale features flushed, as she became aware that she had him as an audience.
Fear rocketed through her body, even as she looked at her clothing, then at the towel that she wore. "Ah, I'll look away." The girl shuddered softly, no doubt from the chill of the room, which really must be different from the warmth. Looking away and focusing on his breathing, he could feel the power within him burn and burst, exploding and compressing at the same time, mama's hand grabbing his own.
"You… you can look now. I'm modest." The soft little hiss that his mama gave made her sound disapproving, even as he turned around to see her prim and proper, a light dusting of red on her cheeks as she realized that he was still mostly unclothed.
"You're very beautiful too." He winked at her, trying one of the lines that he'd thought of. She stilled and flushed red, as she looked away, mumbling something that sounded like 'stupid', taking a deep breath and looking away.
"T-thanks. You…" She stopped, looking at him again with a look. "You're too kind. I've…" She glanced at the clock, its arms at ten minutes past nine. "I've got to go." Selene got up, walking over to her and then smiling. "Allow me to bring you back to your father. He will not mistreat you… You've simply been up for most of the night talking with me about… opportunities, right?"
Selene looked at him for a moment, a mirthful smile on her lips, Weiss looking right back at him, as she flushed a little redder at the woman's tone. "Y-yes… I'll give your suggestions some thought. It… it is good that I became your godson's friend." The predatory smile on Selene's face fit her, he thought, as he entertained a brief fancy of those two, laid side by side, hands entangled and their white manes splayed over the bed.
It was a fancy, yet it stirred his body. He inhaled and exhaled, trying to get it to go down. "Now, dear… We'll not be long. I've got to take you shopping for some new clothing… and the little miss here needs to repay you for her enjoyment of your… company."
Weiss flushed red once more, his friend looking at his mama with hesitant eyes, nodding once. "Yes… thank you." She looked at him and smiled, a much more genuine smile that reached her eyes. "I'll be back soon. There are usually a few tickets that are spare for friends and family and… Well…" She looked down.
"I'd like it if you came." She said, and he laughed softly.
"Oh, I wouldn't dare be away! Seeing you sing is something wonderful, no doubt." She was ushered out by Selene before she could utter something to the affirmative, the woman obviously concerned that she'd miss her appointment. Selene could care so much for people, it was almost too much.
Selene entered again, making a motion with her finger. "Strip." The command was spoken, even as his underwear went down and he stood there before her, her clothed self enough, as her fingers brushed over the skin, her eyes judging and cool, before she nodded once, seemingly to confirm something to herself.
Walking to one of the large suitcases that stood there, she opened it up and retrieved from within a large sabre, as well as some plastic sheet, spreading it out onto the ground in a large square. "The first step is control." The words were soft, even as she held out the sword to him, the blade gripped between her fingers, held there for him to take.
He took it, not sure whether he would be able to do as she asked… He was a sword and shield guy, not a sword only guy.
"Cut me." The look on her face was stern, as the colour leeched from her flesh, pale as the snows of the winter, as she stood there with no guard up, relaxed. "Just stab me."
She looked so confident, so sure of herself, that he was hesitant to do as she asked, his blade stabbing into her flesh and then feeling the resistance, even as she made a gasping sound, the flesh penetrated and the dark blood flowing out, though it was more like thick cloying jam than anything like blood.
"The power that I have shared with you will not save your life if you merely use it for attack." The words of the woman were enough, as her hand pushed the blade out, blood streaking over her side, the gut where he'd stabbed her slowly starting to mend again. "It will allow you to reform your flesh… The power to destroy the injuries that have brought you to this state, to make it as if it has never been there before… But that requires more training." Her flesh was unmarred, not a single sign of the body being injured visible there.
"Can I try?" He asked, her face frowning.
"No." She said, resolutely. Her hand took the sabre from his hands, the tip digging into her jugular, the blood starting to flow. "Drink from the source, Jaune." Her voice was breathy, as the liquid slowly welled up from the wound.
It was strange how they had found themselves in this position, nearly half an hour later. She had wrapped her legs around him, her body brushed against his own as his mouth suckled on her neck, tasting the fluid of power, the rich blood stimulating him.
He was hard like steel below, her fingers teasing over his side, even as soft gasps came from her lips, a shuddering exhale, a low little murmur, as her hands roved over his body, caressing his hair. "My sweet little prince…" The whisper was enough. "Nobody else can be your mama."
The words were heavy in their emotional load, heavy with the tone of need, of care and concern. Right now, the power swelled inside him as he felt her move, her body still there, enough for the motions to stimulate him. He broke the seal around her neck to see at her face, a dark impulse pulling at him, and he pressed her against the plastic, towering over her, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. A look of frailty, of brief enjoyment, even as her hips moved. "My…"
The desire to take her, to destroy the smugness in her manner, to claim her and to wreck that confidence with his own body, came to him. As his hands spread her legs, she willingly spread them even further, her tongue sliding over her lips, even as he pressed his mouth against her own.
It was a slow rut, as her pale buttocks pressed against the sheet, her body gasping with the touch, as her eyes met with his own, the same shade and colour now, as the blue had bled away, a guttural sound coming from her mouth as his hands pinned hers above her head. She was bare, and his lips were against hers, a savage little sound coming from one of their throats, even as he moved down from the kiss, biting into her neck and tasting the rich blood. The power was within him, and he was not going to stop.
His hips drove against her, a shuddering gasp and groan, a deeper 'Jaune!' coming from her lips in a desperation, as he bit down harder, a clenching around him, as he started to move, going faster, the smack-slap-smack of his hips moving against her, a shuddering gasp coming from her mouth like the last pant of hope for a woman who had lost it all, as he duelled with his tongue against hers, a kiss that had her dominated, her will destroyed for but an instant, as those legs wrapped around his hips and the low womanly moans dominated his own grunts.
It was a languid groan that came from his mouth as he finally came inside her, a soft little titter coming from her mouth as she panted, sweat-slick on her flesh, even as her heavy-lidded red eyes locked with his own in a manner of desire that was hard to ignore. "We're going to shower together, Jaune." She said, her voice clear, even as he pulled away from her.
"You were backed up with that pretty girl in your bed, weren't you?" She teased, even as he smiled softly. She was still concerned, and still was his mama. She was…
Just right.
"Prepare the package and send it through the official channels. Increase the load of Flame and Gravity Dust to the specifications. Disturb the network for two days tomorrow on the strike of twelve." The words were enough, even as she knew that the next gambit would be taking place within a few days.
Let it not be known that she would ever forget the name of one who slighted her, no matter the need. Some people were just better off dead… But others were to be taught a special brand of pain. It was so much better to ensure that the minions who disappointed her learned of those little disappointments personally.
Another call was made, to her personal contact. "The information is in the folder. Ensure that they don't live to see another day. Clean, no leads. Let the wife take the blame, due to his philandering ways." The way that she handled things with those who believed in her message… was delightful. Simple zeal could banish the slightest of worries to the land of fables and mystery…
A cool smile slipped onto her face as she adjusted her makeup, the pale hair of her natural form now replaced by a flowing blonde mane that her alter ego of Selene Umbra held, enough of the colour to remain to show the world that Selene Umbra was a very attractive young woman… though many wouldn't guess her at forty-four years of age.
The moment that he had seized control from her and had forced her against the ground had left an impression on her. A gentle man, he was when he was comfortable… yet when he desired something… Oh, the ways that he could torment a woman in need…
Her hand brushed over her stomach, faintly amused by the feelings inside her. It would be enough for her to get the proper preparation ready for consistent visits… It wouldn't do to make sure that her man was unhappy… the little pale-haired girl could take care of his needs, should she muster the courage… or should Jaune convince her…
The game had already been lost by the girl. Her little prince would claim the girl's innocence… or she would 'claim' his innocence in a fit of need. She had seen it in herself, after all. One man who had allowed her the taste of freedom…
"Ah, AH, AH!" Her breath gasping, as the bed creaked below her, her fingers touching over his skin, her eyes locked with his own as she desired him, a shuddering groan that followed, even as he leaned over her, panting and wheezing. He had been with her for a few days, having inquired whether she was alright, before trying to leave… and she would not want that.
He had sprung her free. The endless meals that were delivered, the guardians that had kept her imprisoned in this place, the lack of a door handle to turn to be freed…
"Salem!" His breath was rough on her skin as he set her alight, his breathing ragged, even as he thrust against her, shaking as he came inside her, the warm gush in her loins enough to make her eyes roll back. She loved this man, she loved him with her whole heart of hearts… and she would continue to love him, even after he became king and she would be his queen.
The idle fancies of the smaller minds who did not adhere to the creed of rigidity that was the nobility was none of her concern. As she applied a fresh coating of lipstick to her lips, she made sure that she checked her illusion once more, before waiting patiently for her man to emerge from the bathroom. A lady waited for her man, of course. One did not leave the house without the man of the house to guide her, that was just proper behaviour…
"Ready to go, mama?" He asked, standing there in his jeans and his hoodie, the latter looking childish and unsuitable… But it would do, for now. Children were soon mature, after all… and he did not strike as a threat to many people's trained eyes. She would educate him in poise and appearance…
"Of course… Now… I will teach you something about perception." The words were easy, as she indicated for Tyrian to come along with them, the Faunus man taking the lead immediately after handing an envelope to Jaune with a 'Your friend dropped this off for you… Enjoy the show.' And a crooked smile that made Jaune nod fondly, Hazel and Doctor Watts looking at her and Jaune with different looks, Hazel's gaze conflicted, whilst Doctor Watts' gaze was more intrigued than not.
If they went against her desires, it would be hardly a thing that would bother her. They were replaceable. With immortality, it was a simple gesture to wait decades… before springing another trap upon some poor unsuspecting soul in search of answers…
As they sat in the back of the car, she turned to him. "With a simple word, Jaune, you can create a perception." The words were simple, kept simple for the efficiency of teaching him the concepts, as he turned his gaze to the side. "I do not lie, Jaune." The words were simple, as she did not lie. She could phrase things differently, from a different point of view, yet she did not lie. Lies were found out eventually, yet differing perspectives…
"But you can explain things differently so that people get… the wrong idea?" The way that he picked up the meaning behind her words made her smile.
"Precisely." The praise was enough to make him light up. "Tell me… How did you approach her? Your friend…" She tried her best not to show too much of her frustration, as he still did call her friend.
"Well, I saw her standing there, berated by her father, and then took her. Then there were a few guys who called me a cuck… I mean, I don't know what that means, but it wasn't a good word." She supposed that she might have to inquire with someone about what that was, as the terminology might have been changed… Perhaps it was some sort of egg? Like the cuckoo bird? He did not look like much of an egg… Times changed so quickly…
"They died. I used magic on them." She smiled at him, nodding her head. "And then… well, we went to Sundollars and got ourselves coffee, we went to a movie afterwards, and she just started to blossom… I mean, she was all shy and stuttering before, uncertain… But now that she's adjusted, she's one of the warmest people I know."
'That's because she sees you as a partner, Jaune… A girl in love can do terrible things for the man who she loves…' There was jealousy involved, a way that the man that one loved could be obtained… Not her, of course. She was above such petty things as jealousy. She was better than this flawed humanity.
"And well, you know the rest. She was a bit embarrassed because you appeared, I reckon… Ah, was that something about perspectives?" Salem supposed that she'd better not enlighten him to the fact that the girl enjoyed his presence as 'more than a friend'.
The type that had been cast within a den of the making of others, an ivory tower from which there was no escape… Yes… She could see it. A haughty persona towards those unfamiliar, prejudiced and cold… Yet he had pricked through it with his stubbornness.
"I imagine that she would be quite taken with you, giving her such a date." He laughed at that suggestion, even though it was as close to the truth as it could be.
"She doesn't see me as anything like that, we're just friends. Friends sleep with each other all the time, just ask Saphron and Terra, her wife. We had a massive sleepover just a few years ago, just my sisters and me. The dress was the worst, but they had good snacks." The definitions of friendship must stretch widely for him, she supposed, yet she was not going to cast blame so easily.
'You will dress appropriately for a prince…'
The clothing had been bagged and taken along with his mama to the hotel room. He stood in front of the restaurant, waiting for his sisters to come, spotting the two of them already coming his way. As per the usual, they were loudly chatting to each other and ignoring the looks from people, only fixing him with a look as they glanced at him. "Well helloooo there, handsome."
Verde, his older sister, wearing currently a green shirt with 'Got Broccoli?' on the front, looked at him and gave a wolf whistle, even as Jade, whose short was a deeper green than Verde's seemed to assess him for a moment. "Ooh, I'd like to have me a scoop of that, Verde… Say… Wait-a-darn-moment, is that you Jaune?"
"Oh god, the moment mom finds out that we've hit on our little brother is going to have us dipped in hot sauce and beat out like a darn rug." Verde mumbled, shaking her head, even as he went in for a hug. Being the tallest member of the Arc family in the relation of his sisters, made him able to hug the two of them, his sisters grinning at him. "Though… Nice threads, Jaune. Sugar momma give you a good deal on them for a quick fuck 'n suck in an alley?"
He frowned at her, before he recalled the lessons of the afternoon before, when Selene had gone to an in-depth accounting of her own manner of bending the truth.
"The most important thing, is that a ruler does not lie. There may be a bending of the truth, a perspective of things, yet to lie is to invite ruin upon one's nation. One cannot rule through lies and deceit…" Her expression took on a pained note, as she inhaled deeply. "One can influence those around with words. Coax them into a pact to benefit yourself and themselves through a little twist of words… Ingratiate yourself, show yourself to be the one that takes and gives…"
A manner that was rewarding to those who were rewarded… and benefiting him more than it benefited them. Loyalty was easy to claim, after all… But if it was gained and kept, it would be a useful tool.
"Oh…" He smiled, the smile that he always had. "It wasn't exactly in an alley…" The scandalized manner that his sisters looked at him was enough, the smile broadening a little. "No, we went shopping because she apparently didn't like the hoodie… Fifty box tops… pah."
Jade poked Verde in the side, laughing softly. "Told you that he didn't have the balls… Getting all worried that his sugar momma's getting him all pimped up and ready to be some sort of male prostitute."
Jaune frowned at his older sister, his eyes growing sterner. "Jade, stop that. I won't have you talk bad about Selene." The direct manner of address, as well as the utter curtness of his voice, was enough to silence her, as he fixed her with a look. "She's been like an aunt to me and simply sees me as the son that she could never have. I won't have you slander her…"
He knew that delivery would be enough to make them see his point of view. "because she's been through enough." The sternness of his tone took Jade aback, looking at her sister, who looked similarly impressed.
"Woah… You grew balls, Jaune…" He frowned at her, his eyebrows set in that position. "Our little brother's growing a spine… my, imagine Saphron being the worried mother goose that she is… learning that our little baby's been given a lesson in how to grow up."
"Let's get that food. We've got a concert to go to, haven't we?" He said, even as Verde chose to opt for the logical path, knowing that he was speaking the truth. "And I would like it if you kept your opinion about Selene to yourself. She's been nothing but a delight to speak with. She's even taught me how to dress properly."
Verde gave him a once-over, pursing her lips. "Well, you can say that again… That doesn't look like it's from the Lien store…" He grinned, remembering the look on the shop assistant's face when Selene had flashed her platinum Lien card and said that there was 'no budget, just make him look like a man who commands respect'.
"It's eh, yeah. She basically told the assistant to make me look good, and so they did." The impressed whistle of Jade was enough to clue him in that that was something out of the ordinary, not that Selene would ever do anything that would be normal for him… She was just that amazing.
"So… What're we having? Burger and fries?" She asked, as they looked at the local McSchnee's entrance, Jaune feeling a little out of it, as they'd decided that they'd go for a quick bite, rather than something more indifferent.
"Sounds good to me. You'll pay, right? Sugar momma better have given you some spending cash, lil' Bro." He had enough, but his face turned dark as he looked at his sister.
"She's not going to be happy about you calling her that, you know…" He cautioned. He didn't know how Selene would react to his sisters' teasing, but if he knew her well enough, she would listen to him. He loved his sisters, even if they stuck him into dresses frequently.
"Let's order some greasy food, Jaune." Jade winked, nudging her sister's side. "Let's talk about the greatness that is Weiss Schnee." That perked him up, even as they waited in line. He could see several people who had been dressed up in a similar style as Weiss, already eating their food, or waiting in line for their food.
"Ah, she's a famous singer, isn't she?" He supposed that she was, he hadn't had a chance to check the envelope out just yet, knowing that Weiss had given it to Tyrian for him. He'd check it out during dinner, he supposed. The concert would start in the evening, so it was still some time.
As he carried the tray towards the table where Verde sat, Jade continuously talking about how great this song and that song was, he wondered briefly how the image of the girl would change in his sisters' mind if she found out that she wasn't as cool a beauty as she appeared on the stage.
She was a warm girl, one who cared a lot for those she called a friend. A warm girl who just needed a bit of a friendly touch in her life, to get her away from her dick of a dad.
He pulled out the envelope after he'd set the tray down in front of his sisters, both sisters looking at him and raising their eyebrows. "Ooh, a letter from the sugar momma?" Jade inquired, even as she went for her fries, plucking one out of the satchel that they were kept in, the paper soaked with grease as she dipped it in the mayonnaise and then stuck it into her mouth.
He opened the letter with a gentle touch, noticing that there was a small hand-written note included with three tickets. He pulled the note out first, holding it against the light. Corrections had been made, several lines being scratched through with a pen. He could read some parts, though she'd tried to strike through it to make the words unreadable.
Dear Jaune,
I decided to include three VIP tickets, just so you could skip the queue. I hope that you will enjoy the performance. Thank you for the lovely time we had yesterday and… I wish to apologize to you for I'm sorry for being off in a rush this morning. Interviews are so boring… You cannot imagine it to be so but the questions…
Still, please… Please do come to my room in the hotel around eleven. I wish to… speak with you. Before I am… Well, you'll know. I do intend to tell you, before my life changes again.
Sincerely and truly yours,
Weiss Schnee
The note had him confused for a moment, but he shook his head. Weiss was such a sweetheart, caring for him, even though they'd only known each other for nearly a day's time.
"And… Did she invite you up to her room for a heavy petting sessi-" He pulled out one of the tickets and held it up, the emblem that he'd seen on the coat that she wore visible there on the ticket in holographic foil. "Is that… Is that a VIP ticket for…"
"Here, here's one for you…" He offered it to Verde, whose hands had just seized one of the cheeseburgers, about to bite into it, sliding it over to her. She set it down and looked at it, her tongue licking over her lips.
"And one for you…" He said, even as he watched Jade's reaction, which was a little more intense, a suppressed squeal coming from her, even as she broadly grinned.
"Woah… That sugar momma of yours knows what we like." He wasn't sure whether it would be the right thing to say that it was Weiss Schnee herself who had decided to bestow him the tickets… He'd imagine that his sisters would be more than happy with just the tickets, but this…
"Actually, a friend of mine heard that you wanted to go, so they arranged for a few tickets." It was the truth. Weiss was his friend and he didn't specify the gender. They wouldn't believe him if he told them the truth, so he bent it a little.
"Your friend is an angel, too good for this world… This is a VIP ticket… There's just a hundred of those and they all go for over two thousand… Fuck, standing seats that were two-hundred a pop can't trump this…" He frowned at his sister.
"Language, Jade…" He cautioned, to which she looked a little sheepish, putting the ticket in her pocket, Verde doing the same. His own ticket he put in the pocket of his jacket, feeling the warmth settle in his stomach as he took a bite from the food and chewed it once, leaving him with that filling sensation, with his sisters giving him a look.
"You know… if you cut your hair just a bit…" Jade started, even as Verde smacked her sister's side.
"Hey, no flirting with our little bro. He looks good like that." The teasing between the two of them was enough, even as Jade grinned broadly.
"What? He looks good, yeah… But with his hair just a bit shorter, I bet that he could get a girlfriend to touch his hand in no time. We both know that he's a little loser, right?" The put-down had been coming, even as he expected it. He looked at his sister and sighed.
"Hey, you don't have to… make it out like that." He said, even as his sisters laughed in perfect sync. He felt the urge to slam their heads against the table, to ruin their day, to make them break and hurt for the mere thought of laughing at him.
'Like a singular thought, they demean and caress you with jibes and false hopes… Spread them apart and break them, destroy the ground below them and let them fall into despair…'
The dark thought in his mind was enough to distract him slightly, even as his attention went to his sisters again, taking a bite out of his burger and feeling the gooey goodness slide down. He loved his sisters, even if they could be mean. He'd never hurt them, right?
As they walked up to the large arena that was to host the concert by the Weiss Schnee, he pulled out his ticket, showing it to one of the bouncers. The man's attitude, dismissive at first, changed the moment that he saw the ticket, allowing them to cut the line immediately with the power that was with the VIP ticket, a polite 'yes sir' coming from the men, enough to make him feel like Selene had said… someone above the masses.
Jade and Verde had gripped his arms, his sisters suddenly deciding to fall in line perfectly. "You've changed a little, Jaune."
He looked at his sister, smiling and lightly tapping her nose. "I've been getting lessons in etiquette. A gentleman should always be ready to escort a lady of good standing." The look on her face was annoyed, as she frowned, sniffing at the finger that tapped her nose, not enjoying the touch in the slightest.
As they were led to the comfortable seats that had been arranged for in one of the top boxes for the VIP invitees, he could see Weiss' father seated there, the man glancing in his direction and giving a little nod of acknowledgement, the man's face looking pensive for a moment, even as his sisters gave a soft squeal. "Was that Jacques Schnee? Oh my god, it looked like he nodded at us."
He didn't really care much for the man. No matter what he was, his mama was still the one who mattered more in the world. He waited for the curtain to be pulled away, his sisters looking with excitement at the stage, their attention growing even more heated, as the spotlight hit the beautiful young woman on the stage, standing there in a dress decked out with glistening gemstones and accents that brought her beauty out, a broach that shone in the light, an elegant hair decoration that shone faintly in the light.
"Thank you all for coming to my final concert! I know that without your support, I would have never become the woman I am now!" The microphone picked her voice up, the technique that she used to keep her voice level and yet affable something that he knew well from the brief overview that Selene had given him… It was warm, yet distant. She acknowledged her fans, yet she did not fully acknowledge them.
The first song started, and she started to sing. Leaning forward, he caught sight of her raising her arms, as the melodic voice sang like a wonderful bird, a frozen bird that had been caged and was now set free. It was like the evening had grown magical, her eyes widening a slight bit as his met hers, and she came out with a jubilant twist to her own song, the accent a little higher, yet fitting well with the song about a beautiful princess, alone in her castle.
"She's such a powerful girl… Can you believe that she's only seventeen?" His sisters, older as they were, didn't really stop with their talk, even as he smiled. Just because she was seventeen did not mean that she wasn't someone special. He looked at her, watching how the second song, a more throaty rendition of the first, with some accentuations and a shower of snow-flakes, speaking of a long winter of loneliness, of a yearning for a hero…
"She's a wonderful girl. So full of life, so full of loneliness…" He said, without thinking.
"Gee, you sound as if you know her personally… Nah, that can't be right." He did know her, but he wasn't going to cause his sister to doubt him, as he looked at her. The third number, her voice still carrying her along, a deep plea for a knight to save her, her gaze looking up at him again… her form framed by the spotlight, like a princess…
"Princess Salem, I must insist you stay. It is not safe outside." The voice rumbled once more, even as she pounded against the door. "IT ISN'T FAIR! I WANT TO SEE THE OUTSIDE! DADDY CAN'T LOCK ME UP HERE FOREVER!" The voice was enough, as the door opened on a creak and the armoured form was there for an instant, opening the door a little more. "As long as you stay with me…" The man's words were soft, the eyes holding a gentleness that was hard to deny, as the man's helmet came off and a grizzled face, one eye a faded filmy grey colour tone compared to the hardened brown of the other.
She had enjoyed the trip to the gardens. She had asked her protector about the flowers that she did not recognize, even as the maids regarded her as just another child, invited to the gardens. They did not know that she was the princess and heir to the throne. The man had introduced her as a distant cousin, and that was all that she would be.
"Wouldn't you like to have such a pretty girl as a girlfriend, Jaune?" Jade asked, even as Weiss had started another song, his mind having blanked out for a flash afterwards, with only the briefest moment to recollect himself. "She's fit, she's got a pretty face and a pretty voice… I can let you get one of the posters if you really want something to whack it to, little bro."
He wasn't going to say that he probably didn't need to 'whack it' much, with Selene taking care of his needs. The feeling of his groin was still a little sore, even after that impromptu session, the energies inside him feeling stronger, even as she was like the guiding light in the darkness.
"Oh… She's much prettier without the dress on." He said that and froze up after he realized that. His sisters gave him a weird look and shook their heads in sync.
"You perv." Jade said, even as Verde punched him in the shoulder.
"You get that from dad, with all the comments about 'just needing some confidence'." It was a low grunt that came from his mouth as he watched his older sisters comment on his faux-pas, as Weiss started another song, one of the final ones for the set. It was a long song, talking about a love that had been lost, a love that would not be regained.
"Thank you all for coming! It was a joy to stand here and perform for you! I'd like to thank my orchestra and the accompanying band for their performance too! You are great!" Her father stood up, giving polite applause, as was the protocol during these things, his own feet carrying him up, looking down at her. She looked through the whole throngs of people, then glanced up at her father, then at him. A genuine smile broke out on her face, as she looked at the people again, as was dictated by the protocol.
As they emerged from the arena that had hosted the concert, he became aware of an observer. A lanky form pulled itself from the shadows, scurrying over to him like it had smelled blood.
"Good evening, Tyrian." The man rose to his full imposing form, his sisters just automatically hiding behind him, intimidated by the scarred man, whose eyes shone with child-like glee.
"Young Master Jaune, a pleasant surprise indeed! The Mistress asked me to see you to her chambers, so as to ensure that you reach there safely." He smiled at the man, even as Jade and Verde, neither too brave when dealing with people like Tyrian, who showed a manic glee at things, looked at the man.
"Jaune, do you… know this man?" He smiled, ruffling his older sister's hair.
"He's Tyrian, a bodyguard. He works for Selene, and does… eh… things. He's been helping me get in shape too." His other sister looked at the man, who smiled in that manner that made him look even more imposing. Somehow, Jaune didn't really think that it was too bad.
"The young master is too praiseful! This humble little dreg cannot ever measure up to the magnificence of the Young Master… No, no, no… The Mistress has bid that this lowly Tyrian bring the Young Master to her dwelling, so that she may properly instruct him in manners of state and etiquette." His sisters looked at the man, then at him, neither daring to speak.
"She's been telling me about her business and what I should do if I inherit it. She's not… She's not got any children… not anymore, so she's been contemplating allowing me to inherit. It happens, sometimes." It was somewhat the truth… She had spoken of allowing him to take her all, whatever that was.
Verde and Jade shared a look, clearly suspicious. "The mistress wishes for you to get home… But your ladies may be escorted home as well if you so wish. A man of your fine standing should be an exemplary gentleman to his dates, yes?" Tyrian spoke with his flowery words, broad gestures moving, even as he flourished lightly.
"These are my sisters, Verde and Jade. Twins, close to the upper range." They did not introduce themselves, yet he smiled at the man. "You want to get brought to the hotel that you've got?"
His sisters merely nodded, not quite trusting Tyrian. "Joy! Now, Young Master, the mistress has informed me that she wishes to speak with you post-haste! Do give her a call! I shall fetch the car!" The man disappeared, leaving him with his sisters there.
"That guy is… weird. Are you sure that Selene is… okay?" He shrugged lightly to Verde's question, even with her stepping away from him a little. He pulled out his Scroll and put the number in, hearing a beep that said that this number was currently in a call already.
"She's okay, trust me. She's just someone who takes the care for those she cares for, in her own way. She's got sis through her psychology courses, didn't she?" Their older sister was now currently getting her license as a psychologist with the Vale Hospital, Rosa Arc being one of the more understanding members of the Arc family.
"Yes… That was kind of her. Dad wouldn't be able to survive another extra mission on the stack that he's already got." They all knew it. With their father gone so often, it was more that he was the only one that had to supply the money for the family to remain amongst the living. It was enough to get them to have food on the table most of the time, yet if Selene hadn't helped out…
"She's a kind woman. She's taught me about etiquette and high society… Hell, even Jacques Schnee has to be respectful to her." He smiled faintly. His mama was wonderful, even if her words occasionally confused him a little. "She's this… businesswoman, or something. She's helped me out."
His sisters shared a look but didn't comment. "You've not been sleeping with her, have you?" He looked at the two of them, frowning.
'If I tell them that I've been sleeping with her, they'd get the wrong idea… It's not like that. She's not using me for her own benefit… She's just a good woman, who wants to show me her love.'
"No, no… I got offered a bed in her suite. Her associates are really diverse. One of them even is a doctor!" They calmed down, even though he had bent the truth. He hadn't slept with her TODAY in a BED. She had offered him a bed. The associates were to distract them from the crux of the matter. He hadn't lied… He'd just bent the truth a little bit.
"Ah… I guess…"
The car was driven up to the curb, Tyrian looking out of the driver side window. He wore a jacket that covered a little more of the scar-littered torso, his sharp yellow eyes looking right into Jaune's for a moment, as he spoke with reverence.
"Your ride has arrived, Young Master."
His sisters got into the car, the feeling of being in-between the two of them enough for him to feel the shared familial relationship. "Where do you have your hotel?" He asked, Jade giving him a tired smile.
"The Vale entertainment district, the blue moon hotel." It didn't ring any bells, yet Tyrian gave a soft 'A-hah!' as he looked back, the engine rumbling into activity once more.
"Sister of the Young Master, do not worry! This lowly dreg shall deliver the two of you safely to your meagre lodging!"The shared look of 'is that guy crazy?' that his sisters gave to each other was enough, even as Tyrian punched in the hotel in the navigation, the man obviously not knowing every small hotel in the Kingdom. As the car picked up speed, he felt Jade grab his hand.
"Promise me that you'll be safe at Beacon, Jaune. Dad wasn't… He wasn't a fan of you trying to become a Huntsman." The soft tone of Jade's voice was nearly unheard in the rumbling of the car, even as he felt the nervousness of her, a hesitation that seemed to burn inside her with a fire that was unquenchable. He squeezed her hand.
The urge to ensure that they lived in terror, to press them to the ground and make them fear the wrath of his ire… It welled up. His gaze looked at his older sister, noticing the tiredness in her mannerisms, the way that her eyes seemed to focus on her, even as her face showed a hint of concern.
"Your eyes… They're a little red." The feelings of anger and frustration inside him, as he blinked and his mind became clear again, a smile on his face.
"It's a little late. I've been up since relatively early this morning." The concern would not wash away, yet the urge to destroy came to him still. As her hand fit in his, it was a different touch from Weiss, less needy and less hesitant, a sister who knew well her own worth in the world and who knew him…
And he wanted to tear her down. To show her that he was not just the little runt that she could dress up, that she would give him the respect that he was due. Selene was right… He was better than these people, he was a king, standing above the commoners…
And then the feeling dissipated, as his eyes closed and he looked at his reflection in the class, seeing pure blue pools look right at him, their depths holding a deep crimson that slowly faded away, the whites of the sclera slowly showing the veins that had burst, as he realized that he was gripping Jade's hand with a stronger grip.
"Eesh, you've gotten stronger, Jaune… Been practising your solo sword grip a bit much?"Jade teased and he felt the desire well up once more, the teasing comment enough to raise his ire once more.
"Well, if you'd like to test it, by all means, give me a hand." The comment slipped out, Jade's face freezing in that expression before disgust came to her face.
"In your fucking sick dreams, Jaune. Yuck." He felt her pull her hand out of him, even as Verde grinned.
"Or in our dick dreams, hmmm?" Jade gave her sister a sharp look. "Oh, wasn't it like 'Oh Steven, oh, yes, right there', hmm? You should really be quieter when you're sleeping, sis." The by-play between his sisters was enough, as he fixed them with a look.
"Who's Steven?" He asked, Jade colouring a little.
"Just a friend…" She mumbled, shaking her head lightly. "Dad wouldn't…"
"want to know about it? Alright, I'll keep your secret." He'd have to ask Selene whether she could check the guy's background out a bit. He might be the youngest child, but he was concerned for his sisters, even if they annoyed the life out of him sometimes.
"Your destination, young ladies…" The man said, even as he opened the door for Jade, Jaune shifting a little to get out as well. He watched the tall man give him a smile, a nod and a little wink. It was clear that the man would have something to say later on.
"You go and stay safe, Jaune… Don't let the older ladies bite." The concern in his sisters' voices was real, even as he shook his head.
"I'll be fine. You know me, right?"
The grin on the twins' faces was real. "You're the kind of guy who'd get stabbed by some amazon woman who wants to have your babies, Jaune… If you act like yourself, you're going to scare off all the good women."
It was a comment that he took after he hugged the two of them even as he got in at the passenger seat with Tyrian taking the steering wheel again, the man humming softly. "Oh, can we stop for a bit at a pharmacy?" He asked, the man giving a sound of acknowledgement.
"Whatever the Young Master desires, it shall be done by this lowly servant." The man's way with words was definitely poetic, as he found himself in the aisles of a pharmacy, looking at the display case for medication, knowing that he got terribly motion sick during the transportation through any locale. He'd already gotten a twelve-pack in the metal shopping basket, knowing that it was important to have some of the essentials, his sisters having impressed upon him the benefit of personal grooming. A new comb might just be what was needed, though.
As he paid and then got back in the aisle, he watched how a blonde on a fast-looking motorcycle speeded past, a loud 'Wooo-hoooo!' sounding from the excited woman's throat as she turned a corner, a fist pumped in the air as she hit the gas, burning the Dust inside the vehicle faster, adding additional speed to the vehicle. 'Damn, she's going fast…'
As he entered Selene's rooms again, she was there, waiting for him. Tucking some of his essentials in his hoodie's pocket, he looked at her as she finished up a call. "Yes, I wish to make use of the opportunity. His name is Jaune Arc." The woman's voice was soft, delicate, with the way that the woman moved.
"Of course, miss Umbra. Consider me hired, if the generous package is to be believed. Your godson's finances will be in the right hands. If he isn't a star, I will eat my license" The voice sounded a little familiar, though he couldn't quite place where he'd heard it before. Probably one of those voices that just sounded a little similar.
"And here he is. Jaune, please come and introduce yourself to Miss Blau." Selene beckoned, as she held up her Scroll. He looked at the pretty blonde that appeared on the screen, perhaps the same age as his twin sisters, around twenty-three to twenty-four.
"Hello! You must be Jaune!" The cheerful delivery was enough to make him smile, something that made her smile in return. "So, your godmother has decided to hire me as your personal assistant! I've been a recent graduate of the Sanctum Associate School, focusing on a master in Huntsman PR and Brand recognition!"
At his non-plussed look, Selene smiled softly. "If you are serious about becoming a Huntsman, you would need someone to be your representative. I do not imagine that you would be merely amongst the dregs, who could not even market their own brand…" Her voice showed that she would rather not be disappointed… which was a feeling that he could understand.
"Oh! Miss Blau, I'd love it if you took me on as your personal project." She flushed a little, Selene laughing a rich laugh.
"My, he does have a way with words, does he not? He will be entering Beacon Academy in a day's time… So by all means, I assure you that I will be in Argus in order to finish up your formal hiring as soon as I can be present, Miss Blau."
"Call me Adelheid. Miss Blau is so formal, Miss Umbra." Selene did not offer the same courtesy, he noticed. There was a clear manner of a divide between her and Adelheid.
"Adelheid, it's a pleasure to get to know you better! Let's make this world a place where everyone will know the name of Jaune Arc." The young woman nodded, even as her eyes glistened.
"That's the spirit! My father is a Huntsman, so we don't get to see him that often, but my mother has always supported my desire to go and help the Huntsman community. You keep us all safe." The smile on her face was genuine, returned by him in a heartbeat.
"He will be your first job, then." Selene said, even as Adelheid nodded. "I will ensure that you get the formal team pictures once he has been fully accepted at Beacon." The serious look on her face reminded him a little of the woman who'd been the deputy of Beacon, doing a speech in the public venue on the benefits of Huntsman-class education.
"Understood, Miss Umbra. I will not let you down." The warm smile that she directed at him was enough to make his own smile show some more teeth. "And I look forward to getting to meet you AND your team! Sanctum's all abuzz about the great Nikos being sent to Beacon as our representative!"
'Who the hell is the great Nikos?' He wondered, as he drew a blank. "But that isn't important! You go and do you! Survive initiation! Be the best and cutest hunk on the roster." The conspiratorial wink was enough. "It earns me more money!" The cackling laugh was enough to draw something similar from him, Selene merely adopting a mildly humoured expression.
"We'll see about incentives, Miss Blau." The woman said with a tepid voice.
"Of course! We'll talk more! You guys should head to bed! It's late there!" The clock already read half to eleven. 'Weiss invited me to her room…'
"Bye!" The Scroll connection cut off, even as Selene smiled at him.
"What do you think of her?" She asked, Tyrian taking the moment to seat himself someplace comfortable, relaxing a little as he put his feet up, the man's fingers pulling out the internal workings of his weapons again, fiddling with them.
"A nice young lady… So, what's that with the public relations thing?" He asked, as he hadn't heard of such a thing before. Selene smiled, her eyes little half-moons that hid the redness of her gaze.
"Huntsmen are like celebrities, my dear… I would not want you to be merely another cog in the machine… Dear Ozpin would enjoy that too much… So I am going to make you a star… Someone whose name will be sung throughout the ages… Jaune Arc..."
The look in her eyes was almost crazed, yet he felt how she was sincere in her manner. "Mama…" He smiled at her, even as she smiled, her warm and maternal smile enough to warm his heart. "You're too good for me. Weiss has invited me to come to visit her at eleven, can I…"
Selene's smile stiffened a little, before it widened, a warm look in her eyes that looked almost like smouldering anger. "Of course, my dear. Do have fun with your friend." The tone of her voice was warm, yet her eyes flashed with anger.
"You're upset." He said, even as she turned her head, like a huffy child.
"She gave me this letter, said that she wished to talk to me at eleven." The note was pulled out, which Selene snatched from his fingers, reading through it… before smiling softly.
"Jaune… You made me worry." The woman said, as she folded the letter again and handed it back to him, the smile much warmer than before. "By all means… Go to visit your friend." Her eyes were calmer, even as she smiled at him. "Do remember… Always…"
He smiled, as he held up his Scroll. "It would be stupid of me, Mama. Her father would find something… would manipulate something. You've told me about his tactics."
Weiss was his friend… and he hoped that she wasn't going to break off his friendship. She was a nice girl, a little lost, but she was his friend. An Arc never went back on their friendships, after all.
He stood in front of the door nearly five minutes later, knocking once and then waiting. The door was opened up by one of the bodyguards, who gave him a flat stare, the man obviously remembering that he'd been with Tyrian, looking him over. "Eh, Weiss Schnee expects me?" The man looked back, before nodding once and closing the door. He could hear the man move, even as he knocked on the door, Weiss' voice sounding impatient, with a 'Yes, I did ask for the young man to come to me. Do what you're paid to do and let him in!' that definitely held Weiss' own tone of half-forced expectation of obedience in it.
He put his Scroll in one of his pockets after clicking it in the 'screen lock' position, his fingers tapping in the passcode and leaving most of the programs running on the background. The power would last for a few days, he figured with the 88% on the power button left.
"Miss Schnee allow you to enter." The bodyguard said, obviously looking a little chastised. He entered a similar-looking room to Selene's own, the manner of décor different, more Atlesian in style than Selene's general style that held more distinguishment of tastes and flavours of style.
"The young miss wishes you to enter her room. We will be outside at all times." The man's voice was threatening, yet he knew well that Weiss was someone who was more than a little sheltered by her father's will.
He knocked on the door and heard Weiss move, opening it up a little. She wore a deep blue dress that she'd worn during the performance, her face looking a little more made up than before, her eyes looking into his own. "Please… Come in."
Her gentle voice was enough to lure him into her demesne, without even a care for himself. As the door shut behind him, he thought that he could hear a click, the lock twisted, even as she took a deep breath.
"Did you… Did you like the concert?"
She asked, her voice breathless, even as she moved, brushing against him. She was smaller than him, she smelled wonderful. Her breasts were captured in the dress, her eyes looking up at him, expectantly.
"You were amazing."
He said, genuinely. She looked at him as if she had heard that she was the winner of a lottery for a perfect life, a smile blossoming on her face, as she looked down. She seemed to be mustering her courage for something, but then seemed to think better of it. She moved closer, placing a hand on his chest.
"I'm… You're the first friend that I've made who isn't…" She made a gesture to everything around her. "You're…" Her eyes looked at him, and he felt the urge to take that purity, to make her feel how the truth of the world laid only in the expression of care for one… for a singular person who could bring her dreams to fruition.
"Weiss…" He said, as she seemed to gather her will, her hand grabbing his hoodie, and she pushed herself on her tip-toes, kissing him on the lips. It was a kiss that held passion, that held need, and he felt himself respond to it, her breathless moment of consolidation of her will and the tongue invading his own being something that egged him on.
Her arms wrapped around him, as she climbed into him, the dress ripping a little, yet she cared little for it, her lips against his own. She was breathing heavily, her eyes closed, the minor imperfection of the scar only adding to her charm.
It was when she needed to breathe again that he could feel how close she was, as he found himself pressed up against the door. "Weiss…" His groin was hard, even as her eyes looked at him.
"I've never felt like this before, Jaune… Please…" Her head shook lightly, as he knew that she would need just a little push to fall into the abyss… Her lips pressed against his again, as she kissed him with the passion of a dying lover, as her hands held on to him, eyes tearing up, their breathing heavy, even as she took his lips. With a word, he could stop her. With a single word, he could shut her down.
It was a simple 'I don't like you like that', and they'd just be friends. He would have her as a friend and she could write this off as a brief minor point in her life…
'The decision… To create or to destroy what you have… Is it really your choice to make?' The dark thought rose, and he decided.
"Weiss… Ach…"
He broke the kiss with a groan, even as she looked up at him.
"Are you… sure? With me?" Her eyes were desperate, even as she nosed against his neck, her tongue sliding over his skin.
She was so needy for his touch, that his hands brushed over him. "I've never felt like this for anyone before… Please, Jaune… Please." Her voice pleaded as she tugged on his hoodie. He felt that there could be a moment where he could shock her to her senses…
"I want to do this… I need to do this, Jaune… I don't know…" She paused, indecision and fear in her eyes. "I don't know if I'm going to be alive in a few weeks' time. I've got… I've got a test in front of me… One that may take my life. Please…" Her plea was enough, as her eyes teared up slightly.
"You're my friend, Weiss…" He said, and her eyes widened, fear flashing inside her. "If you want something, you've only got to ask." Her hopes went up and those eyes teared up, and he found himself torn from the door, her breathing heavy, making her modest chest rise and fall, her tongue sliding over delicately painted lips, stalking towards him, her fingers tugging at his dress.
"Show me… Show me what it's like to be loved." Her voice was heavy, breathy and moaning, as she tugged at the dress, the buttons jerked off, and he could see pale flesh below, more pale flesh than he'd seen before.
"Are you… sure?" He asked once more, even as the dress hit the ground and she looked at him, her body there half-bared for his eyes, the clothing that she wore consisting only of some Schnee-pattern undergarments and a single brassiere that kept her breasts contained.
Her eyes looked at him, as she pushed him down to the bed. "Yes." She half-moaned at him, as her tongue found his mouth once more as she kissed him, her hands exploring over his body. He felt her fingers go over his pants, and found indecision in her eyes, as she looked at him.
"I'm… I've never done it with… with anyone."Her voice was uncertain, even as he felt pity for her. His hands worked on the buckle to his belt, as her own hands laid on his own, and she gave a soft moan as his hands slid up afterwards, pressing against that flawless stomach, caressing it.
"Jaune… This may be the last time I can be with anyone… I'm going to be a Huntress… So please…" Her body sat there, as her hands laid on his underwear, her eyes pleading… weakness and frailty in her eyes and body language, a desire that had been suppressed… and there was one word that he could utter to make it all go away…
He could mention that he was recording the conversation, that she was trying to force him to go along with her own whim…
"Please…" She grabbed the band and then tugged it down, a soft little gasp as she did so. "Let me."
He laid back and let her. Her touch was clumsy and she had an almost innocent look on her face when she saw him grow, yet the moment when he pushed himself into her, she went wild.
As he laid beside her afterwards, her small form pushed against his own, spooking with her and knowing that there had been seven condoms used in the span of three hours, he marvelled at the way that she slept. "I won't let anyone harm you, Weiss… I will protect my friends with my life…"
Her eyes opened, and he had figured that she was asleep, her eyes tearing up. "I… I just… thank you. Thank you so much." Her voice was genuine, even as her eyes said different words. Three little words, starting with I and ending with You.
"Everything is going to be okay, Weiss… Tomorrow, we can part… I care for you." She nuzzled against him, her face turned away.
"Stupid…" Her smile was enough, as he wrapped an arm around her.
She was a great friend.
Mom always said that strangers were friends you didn't know yet… But this… Weiss definitely was one of the friends that he would keep safe.
He never noticed the red-eyed gaze that he directed towards her, as the selfish impulse ran through him, his finger tracing over her pert chest possessively.
'No matter what occurs… She will remain safe.'
Another chapter for Dies Irae! Weiss has fallen into depravity! The horror! The lonely girl is now slightly less lonely, with a single friend now... And more to make at Beacon!
You've also seen some of the sisters! Jade and Verde! Twins! Both a bit green! One more a fan of Weiss singing than the other. More of the Arc family will pop up in the story from time to time!
Let me know what you think of the story in the review section! Someone actually called my portrayal of Salem inhuman... So yeah! Apparently, I write her nefariousness well enough! (The real fun is just starting, though)
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