Prince Phobos sat; his back against the cold stone walls and he felt like a child once again, with his fingers scraping gently over a scratchy pink fabric that encased his sister's secrets. Words can only hold so much. Phobos' head leaned back and the young boy closed his eyes so that he could almost feel the breath of his mother beside him. But a picture.. Those hold the entire world through the creator's eyes alone.
He flicked open the cover, before he raised his eyelids, and Phobos' body drowned as his eyes scorched over what he'd swear to be his mother's penscript. But it was of Elyon's friend, so Phobos knew he hadn't made a mistake, but the water, perhaps dust, filling his lungs boiled with a rage as he stared down at an uncanny smiling face - Phobos was sure - to that of the Guardian of Earth. "Gaea of Meridian."
Phobos hated the stolen tongue, but his own 'terra parens' seemed far too amiable to discribe the Mother Earth, and Phobos skin burned as he stretched and pressed his hand on the door - frowning at the purple flowers which swam up the vines preventing entrance from the door. For her, this Gaea, the lock to the keyless door and the means for Phobos to prevent his sister from entering again.
Phobos fingers clasped around the book with seemingly thinner, and weaker hands than he'd arrived with, pushing himself off the floor in silence - his walk seemed slow and broken, though his anger seethed over his skin with more pain than that of his life force blubbing away and climbing up his mother's door. I'm sorry Mother.
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"Just great Caleb!" Irma watched in agonizing silence as Will's cheeks glared red and the girl's nimble frame shook in both anger and cold. "I can't believe you said that! And Matt is right there!"
There were more whistles, from the few people closest who heard, and as Will clutched her arms around her chest and tore over the tiles to the changing rooms, Irma watched Caleb's eyes dart down to her descending back. It was like watching Bambi realize his mother had been shot, and even Hay Lin looked a little stunned, though she quickly found her smile again - too caught up in the humor of it all to notice Caleb's eyes contract and slice at Matt for less than a moment, before the fifteen year old boy sneered. "Bastard shouldn't have been looking."
"That's kinda.. A lot, coming from you." Irma said the words with more care than she'd ever usually place, but she really had to know if Caleb had any idea of what he was doing.. Experiencing.. "Isn't it..?"
Caleb frowned, but she was sure she saw a flicker of something in his confusion, and after a moment the guilt no longer hid itself away in Caleb's features. Caleb took a step away from Hay Lin, and looked at Irma with more apologies she thought were neccessary. And they weren't for her, but she felt her throat go dry all the same. "I shouldn't have... I've never seen.."
"I'm not going to tell you off for it Caleb, sheesh, just don't ogle her.." The confusion was back and Irma knew that there was no getting to him. He had no idea why he was staring. And God save him he'd need to figure out before Cornelia's apetite grew - it was a miracle he'd been saved for this long. "Just.. Just tell her when you.. Forget it."
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"I had hoped that you would like it.." Lord Cedric grinned wryly as Elyon span energetically and spread her arms out in amidst the dusty floor, and in the centre of cobwebbed walls that didn't seem to take heed from Elyon, who was far more entranced by the suggestion of the room, than this bleak place in itself.
"I love it! I love dancing! Cedric, don't you love dancing!" If only not to ruin her joys, Cedric nodded a small polite nod, but Elyon, who had called out the words like a drunkard midst flow, span again; causing a wild rush of thick dust particles to join the merriment of the dance. "I mean like proper dancing! Like this dancing! With the dresses and the horses and carriages outside and- Oh Cedric, isn't it wonderful!"
"Marvelous, Elyon. I am glad to see you enthused." ..A loud shriek echoed then; climbing over and through the walls and Cedric only took Prince Phobos' outbursting wail as a sign that his work had been noted. And Cedric had already removed her Majesty's silver key from the door, so if Phobos was coming, he wasn't coming through his mothers entrance; not that the sentimental brat ever would, and he wouldn't come at all if he knew what was good for him.. It had caused Elyon to stop, mid-spin, to look at him with wide, frightened eyes, and Lord Cedric only forced a charming smirk - he could not, for once, remove quite all of the malice from his eyes. "Perhaps, my Elyon, the prince has been taken unwell."
She smiled a little then, and nodded in a way that made Cedric wonder; if he were to tell her his lordship was a form of cacti, the girl would most probably believe him - at least going by the mistruths he slipped from his tongue to her in great wads and numbers. She didn't go back to her dance though, and as the echoes died away (if with the prince, then Cedric thought, good riddance), after long minutes of standing, Elyon bit her lip, before sweeping in the most lady-like fashion he'd seen her, to sit on the dust bitten floor. And what was Cedric but to oblige her.