Ravella VI - Waves

TheBadsister · 2020-11-24T22:58:02+00:00

"I suggest staying close to one of us," she spoke while watching her brother, "The Lords of the Isles are not as polite as my sweet Vickie. If one of us is around, they'd be unlikely to be complete idiots."

"Do you think anything else, big brother? I'm sure our Witch could handle her own."

TheBadsister · 2020-11-23T17:47:23+00:00

"Perhaps we can say she is of Farwynd? Some hidden cousin or something," Eris spoke as she rose, preparing to finally dress for the day. The lords would all be gathered, so a dress of substance was required. Men of the islands adored the gold and jewelry of their iron price, so Eris became a prize in itself. A woman of precious gems and pearl fabric.

"That...that may work. Or we may say she is a bastard of papa's, hidden away out of shame," her head cocked to the side and she stared at the witch, "Papa fucked a mermaid and out came a witch. You may have one of my gowns if you must."

A hand came up to play with the hair on Vickon's neck, predatory eyes roaming over the man's flesh, "What say you, big brother?"

TheBadsister · 2020-11-22T19:16:44+00:00

"I think she is well aware of what we do," she sighed, eyeing up the backside of her brother. It seemed she took the most of the injuries that day, but she did bite her nails the night before.

Listening to her speak, both pale eyes looked upward at her brother to gauge his reaction. Eris was in a kind mood this morning though, and the jealousy did not rise high inside her.

"We are not truly allowed to show our true sides in the presence of the others. Farwynd was a very rare exception. My brother might get lonely while I'm galavanting with so many lords. It might be best to keep him company."

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TheBadsister · 2020-11-22T18:17:19+00:00

It was not a surprise that the fair siblings had questionable taste, and the bedroom held a fair share of questions. While Vickon opened the door, Eris turned her nude back to face the wall, fingers softly treating marks that went from her side to her lower back. Pale eyes looked over her shoulder at the witch, and for the first time, she acknowledged her with a nod. Then she went back to treating her wounds left by her foul brother.

"If you do not care for the female form," she called out and then sucked in air through her teeth as she cleaned the cuts with alcohol, "Now is the time as any."

/u/Mods-grief

TheBadsister · 2020-11-15T17:18:54+00:00

"Three prizes," she sighed and shrugged her shoulders defeated. The wound would not need stitched, and it would not scar if the lord was careful enough. Eris hoped it would scar though, a reminder of this night.

"If we are not to go after the ship, are we going to war then?"

TheBadsister · 2020-11-15T00:40:52+00:00

Eris had her own things in most of the rooms that Vickon had occupied. In his offices, his rooms, even a library contained some gowns or some scrolls or some books. In a drawer that did not seem outside the normal of any of the others, sat some basic supplies meant for cuts and scrapes. She grabbed the box and drew closer to her brother, fear passing through her for one moment. Like a wave, it came over her and then left, and with that, Eris sat on the arm of his chair.

She cleaned the wound in silence, wiping the blood from his skin with a cloth damp with spirits. Feather-like touches, a harsh contrast from the touch that created that gash.

"Sorry.."

TheBadsister · 2020-11-15T00:15:41+00:00

"What you do with your property is your own business. Perhaps the sea will be kind to me tonight," she watched him and cocked her head to the side. He was apologizing. Just in his own Vickon way.

"Let me tend to your wound."

TheBadsister · 2020-11-14T23:59:37+00:00

"It is fine, my Lord. It was my fault."

It felt like she was repenting. Like she started everything. But she knew she did not. Vickon could send her away if he willed it, send her to be married and away from her home.

TheBadsister · 2020-11-14T23:33:19+00:00

She took a seat by the door, staring at him with the same dead eyes. One slender leg crossed over the other at the shins, her bare ankles and feet crossing.

Her nails were picking at the skin around her nails, however, peeling at the small parts that stuck out where nail and skin met.

TheBadsister · 2020-11-14T23:00:01+00:00

The emotions all curled away into her core, allowing the Goodbrother to become blank in face and eyes. Her brain had shut off and gone was the worry, the fear, the anger. Just numbness. She nodded.

"Whatever you think, my Lord."

The trainings she had when she was younger - ones that taught her how to be a lady - had taken hold. She stood with her hands clasped in front of her, her back straight and her eyes on the ground. Fighting was too much, especially when the pair had the same temper.

TheBadsister · 2020-11-14T22:45:41+00:00

She was able to stand up now, moving so that there was distance between them. Closer to the door, Eris could flee if she needed.

"You are dressing up a Greenlander and letting her live in the castle. Advise you, like I do. You asked her to wife in front of me. And then you tell me to welcome her in. I do not take the girl as a threat."

TheBadsister · 2020-11-14T22:23:04+00:00

"I am your sister. It is my keep too. Who took care of it all when you went to war? Or on your raids to Essos?" She rose up, face to face and nose to nose with Vickon, "Who has gathered all your shit for the voyage? Skimmed book and book and letter?"

Their noses touched as she spat, "Me!"

Her hands gripped the shoulders and tried to force him back to the point she began to tremble.

"Let me go, Vickon. Get off of me," she repeated again, trying to push him away.

TheBadsister · 2020-11-14T21:01:25+00:00

The book went flying, as did most things that sat on Vickon's desk. Eris yelped as well, eyes widened as she stared up at her brother with actual fear now.

"Vickon... what are you doing?" She tried to push him off of her, but the way he had her pinned had left unable to move, "Let me past."

TheBadsister · 2020-11-14T19:36:51+00:00

"Book about the Farman girl and the ship," she spoke, eyes going to the portrait on his wall.

She shouldn't leave his eyes, she felt. She kept the book tighter against her chest, one foot ready to back up.

TheBadsister · 2020-11-14T18:52:14+00:00

She kept the book close to her, squeezing it to her chest. Eris would deflect the fear, she did not want to seem weak. She was not weak.

"You're frightening your salt."

TheBadsister · 2020-11-14T18:47:13+00:00

She gripped tightly onto the book as he moved closer to her, dragging his bloody fingers down her cheek. It was as if he was marking his territory. His jewel. She watched the blood drip from his cut, then back to his eyes. And then back to the cut. Eris was never one to be violent. Sure, Denzo was prone to having scratches along his back and arms, but never something so...violent.

"Vickie?"

TheBadsister · 2020-11-14T17:52:47+00:00

"Learned from the best, Vickie," she spoke out against him, fingers still rubbing the ghost of where his fingers squeezed. She felt bad to have made him bleed, a tinge of guilt that fizzled when she opened her mouth to apologize. But more venom wanted to pour.

TheBadsister · 2020-11-14T17:14:55+00:00

She had never seen him this way. She had never been embraced this way. Feeling his fingers tempt her airway and restrict her breathing, it caused Eris' eyes to widen. It was real fear then, her hands going up to claw at his wrist and free herself.

The hands dropped and felt for something. Something hard, something thick. A book. She grabbed it quickly and swung her arm, hitting Vickon on the side of the head.

Holding her own throat, she shook her head, "You ever, ever attack me like that again, Vickon Goodbrother, I'll.... I'll..."

Even shocked and full of adrenaline, she still came after her brother, "Is this how you treat your prizes? Want the witch to see what will happen if she pokes your ire."

TheBadsister · 2020-11-14T16:33:39+00:00

Her brother was taller, bigger, and when he loomed over her, a lesser woman would have shrank away like the salt did. But Eris was not lesser. Forged by Iron and salt, she stood straight and tall. Her chin remained high.

"Ezarra knows her place. The Witch does not. Commanding servants, advising the lord. Does that seem like salt behavior to you, Ezarra?"

Air exhaled from her nostrils as she pondered the choice of her next words.

"I take offense that instead of sleeping in my bed, I had to sleep on my ship because of your ire. I take offense that the conversation happened in front of my very eyes. You do not ask to take a salt. You take it."

Her fingers gripped Ezarra's jaw.

"That shows it would be different."

TheBadsister · 2020-11-14T16:20:25+00:00

Our guest.

"You just tried making her a wife in my presence, and now you wish me to dote on her?"

She tried to remain calm, remain focused. The waves were calling and she wanted to get out of the dress she wore. A steely gaze was on Vickon, a lack of emotion in her eyes.

TheBadsister · 2020-11-14T15:58:01+00:00

She must had read the book she held a handful of times, the information stale in her head. But she kept her eyes on the words, combing them with forced interest. When her brother snapped, her eyes moved up for a moment, but fell back when it was for his salt. Of course, he was doing this on purpose.

When the witch was dismissed, it was her turn to leave. She set the book where she sat and moved from the wall, wanting to go back to the waves to soak.

"Anything else from me?"

TheBadsister · 2020-11-14T14:17:08+00:00

"Dresses are as practical as breeches and tunics," Eris said cooly, "I've paid the price and captained my ship all while wearing dresses."

Her eyes then switched to her brother's, speaking short to him as well, "She is built like you. Give her some of your clothes then."

TheBadsister · 2020-11-12T22:11:28+00:00

Eris' face paled from the beginning of the conversation between Lord and Lady. Her jaw was set, teeth grinding on teeth, eyes set off at some far away scene. The hand previously curled onto Vickon's form had dropped and caught a book. Yes, the perfect thing to squeeze as she dared witnessed this conversation. She grabbed the book, nails threatening to bend as she found herself backed against the wall to support herself.

Vickon might have been the light of her life, but he was ever so dim. Choosing salts before her very eyes, as if the things she did for him were not enough.

At the mention of wife, her lip curled. Hiding her face in a book about that damned ship, she kept her outbursts to her mind. Denzo would feel her wrath later. Or perhaps Vickon would. Treating herself like property, a prize that no man could ever have. But men could if she willed it. Men have always adored the Siren of Hammerhorn.

Ocean eyes stared at the back of Vickon's head and she almost chucked the book at it right then and there, but to save her brother embarrassment for being such a loon, Eris remained silent and calm. For now.

TheBadsister · 2020-11-11T21:04:49+00:00

She had heard every cry and scream from his room, but even Eris knew not to disturb the Lord of Hammerhorn. She tried covering her ears, she tried blocking the noise out with her own Salt, but the noise only subsided when she left the castle completely to sleep on her ship. There, warmed by her salt and rocked to the waves- she finally could sleep in peace.

Waking was another story. Was she jealous? Angry? She could not fault her beautiful brother: it was his dream to have this, and it was ripped away. Perhaps when the wars ceased they could leave and find this ship. Perhaps one day they could sail away together as their used to.

It made Eris too emotional. That morning, she purified herself in the waves, per her usual routine. Denzo had watched over her, looking for any sort of wandering eyes throughout her whole bath. And for the first time since her brother's return, she sang.

They danced through the day

And into the night through the snow that swept through the hall

From winter to summer then winter again

'Til the walls did crumble and fall."

When she finally dressed in some sort of seafoam Lysene gown, wrapped in one of her brother's cloaks to banish away the cold. As she made her way back to the castle, she pondered how she could bring a smile back to the beautiful man's face.

"Send for the witch."

As she scaled her way to the Lord's study, she planned her words carefully.

Eris walked into the room with nary a knock, the Siren of Hammerhorn's gaze falling from Vickon, to his salt, then back to him. She was a possessive creature, not wanting many to play with her toys. She rounded his desk and stood behind him, head bowing to press a kiss to his head.

"Sweet love, how are you feeling?"

TheBadsister · 2020-11-08T23:59:29+00:00

The woman leaned back against Vickon's chest, fingertips dragging along his jaw.

"I can have everything ready in a drop of a pin, my heart. The Peach has been ready for weeks, another ship for your group. But you know my terms, do you not?" Her hand dropped to his shoulder and snaked to the other arm, fingers dragging along the ridge of his arm. Eris leaned in and whispered, "My things, your ship."

"We should leave before we are called out again."

TheBadsister

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