"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!" Wilhelmina Vandom, in all her raging glory - for that was her name, and that was how she ought at that moment be described - screeched from a feet's distance, as she advanced and thrust her fist at Caleb, who had knowingly caught the blow in his hand. Within seconds he stoo holding both her little fists in his hands; her waifs of arms crossing in front of her, but the reverberating pain telling him not only that she was right to initially punch from her right, but also that he was glad he'd guessed she would do it, and having just won for the first time in Will's far too consesual combat, Caleb couldn't help but grin at her cockily.
"Where do you plan to go from here then?" Caleb had meant it to sound every bit as sneering as it had, but he wished he'd stuck to grinning as he let go and doubled over where she'd knee'd him - eyeing her as she shrugged, attempting to pout over the gloat.
"Up."
Caleb heard Hay Lin, and saw Irma wincing in the background, taking note for him to thank them for helping him by standing and watching without a word toward himself or Will. His sympathies had disolved, however, and once the pain started to wear, Caleb looked up at Will with more pain in his face than he felt. "And I expect you will be helping me home then."
It was a long shot, and he curled up again when Will stepped toward him, but she crouched down and glared at him with more presence than he was sure she'd intended upon, and his stomach churned loudly when she uttered the words with venom. "Not on your life."
She moved to get up and walk away then, but Caleb caught her wrist and yanked her face to his. "I can't walk properly."
"I'm glad to hear that and I hope you lose a chance for kids too," Caleb rolled his eyes, smiling at the fact that she pulled him up despite her own words. He could walk, and he was quite sure that she mustn't have quite aimed right, because it wasn't half as painful as the first time, but when he stood and she waited for his arm which slipped over her shoulder - he pushed all of his weight onto her anyways. "Fucking hell Caleb, are you serious?"
"You did it." Caleb felt his mouth flicker, and he'd thought the game was over when she gared to his face, not an inch from hers, with slitted eyes. He let the smile slide across his face as he relaxed into the position; ready for the long walk home he did not intend to endure alone.
"You're not even in pain, you evil, freakishly heavy bastard! You-"
"You think I'm lying?" Caleb took a single step forward, and allowed himself to emit an unenchantingly fake cry of pain as Will's lips pressed together tensely. They stared a long, trivial walk home and Caleb smiled at her coyly, taking in a deep breath and enjoying the talcy scent of the pool that seemed attached to her as she blew at a soaking lock of red. "I would never lie to a girl like you."
"Oh, fuck off."
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Prince Phobos shook with rage, where he sat in a room they would never find him. He couldn't go to them like this; bubbling with rage and now without enough breath to scream. He'd hidden in the murmur room of course, and wished with all of his might that he could shake his sister now and ask her what she'd intended other to salt his very existance. His mother's room and his mother's chairs and his mother's make ups and his mother's skill to draw. Elyon brown thought she could do everything, and by the looks of it she was right. But why? Why could she get all that she wanted? Was it not enough that before her birth a female was determined to be the light of his mother's eyes. The Light of Meridian. But the senseless little scrap had everything, so why did she have to take what was his?
It was his rule, that no one enter those chambers. That is what he had inherited of his mother and while he now had nothing she had the room and the clothes and the idiot dolt of a child had of course gotten his mother's ability to draw. What did he have? What did he have?
"Onnee iss missing.."
Everything of Phobos' was always lost or taken, and if not his mother, he would own something and he swore by it. Be it the country. Be it the power. Be it anything it would; Prince Phobos would have something and Prince Phobos would sit with the Gods before he was dead.
The last chapter is next, and I'm actually keen to have it done by today, as we are 2 episodes, or about 29 chapters from the next special.. And I'm pretty excited to do it. :P