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Faust looked between them and smiled, bringing Zeb closer to them and wrapped his arms around the two female’s shoulders. Harmony.
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-The Cabin-
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Faust sat across the table from her. Intense checkers and Tessa was not keen to losing. Honeymoon and they were playing board games. The wedding had gone exactly as planned. They both now wore the ebony rings, her’s decorated with a moonstone in the center. The feast, marvelous. The gifts, as good as they could get. The ride to the cabin, dreadful. And the fact that Faust had five of her tokens when she only had three of his just set that edge in place. She didn’t care if the whole world could scent it on her that she was agitated. She had every right to be.
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And hungry. Who could eat as The High Lord stared at them?
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“Would you stop glaring at the board, it might combust!” Faustian, her new husband, said, staring at the board like he could already see it happening without it actually being there. She softened her features and looked at him with a small puff of air escaping. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen him dressed for bed, but it was different. Ya know? The white cotton matched her silk slip. “Now you look sad!” He complained, raising one of those raven eyebrows.
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“Then stop winning! I swear,” she grumbled, starting to grin at her hands as she skipped over two of his in a braided sort of way. Tied. She smiled. Tessa began looking around. Where had Zeb gone? More wine and crackers? “Where’s Zeb?” she asked the other, watching as he made his next move.
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He shrugged. “I don’t know, pumpkin,” he said, but the way he said it confirmed he was wondering too. “Should I go and look for her?” He asked, placing down his piece, avoiding her’s by hiding in the corner. Tessa nodded briefly. As Faust stood, walking through that heavy wooden door, the female sighed. She started to clean up their game. No need to leave it trashed in here. One of the servants who stayed at the lodge looked at her with pity and Tessa almost hissed. She would not be taking any pity. Ever.
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So she debated throwing the game against the wall, making one of them clean it up, but she held it together long enough to put the checkers away and walk up the stairs to their bedroom. For the honeymoon, the staff had sprinkled rose petals and lit candles to give it a romantic setting. Tessa hated roses. Hated the powdery scent that was now invading her nostils against her will. She blew out the candles closest to the bed and laid down. She much preferred the scent of the candles’ wicks dying.
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Faust left to look for Zeb. He could tell she was uncomfortable here. Why though, he wasn’t completely sure. “ZeeeeeEEEEEEbbbyy?” He called, drawing out the name and giving it different tones and notes as he walked around the outside grounds. The cabin was mostly shrouded by trees, but he still looked up to catch the winking of the stars above. He grinned and continued his search. |
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A booted lower leg and foot was swinging limply from one of the various branches on the tree that wasn't far from the door of the cabin. Her bright eyes opened hearing the nickname that she wouldn't openly admit grated on her nerves as she sat up away from the trunk of the large tree. Zeb lifted the bottle of wine to her lips taking another swig before rolling her eyes fighting the urge to try and ignore the various ways her name was being called. It took her a few moments before she deftly fell from the branch, careful to not spill any of the wine, and stood up raising an eyebrow. "Yes dear Fausty? Can't I have a few moments of peace to myself at this horrid place?" The alcohol loosening the lock that kept her thoughts to herself. The cabin brought back vivid memory of gaining the scar that now rested on her face. Her arms moved to cross even as she held the bottle waiting for his reply. "Right now you should be spending all the time that you have with your wife and not out here looking for me." Her words a little sharper than what would have normally left her lips but ever since she had agreed, her nerves had been on edge and just the thought of having to walk back in frayed the fragile edges more. Her eyes moved over his attire in a quick motion before she rolled her eyes and turned holding an arm towards the door. "I suggest going back inside before you catch a cold on your own two feet or I will happily drag you up to your room and toss you into your bed. I was enjoying my little bit of quiet and this lovely wine until you interrupted it. Which....I had left you playing a game with Tessa...Why..." She ran a hand through her loose hair as she spoke trying to gage how much time she had spent sitting out in the tree. It couldn't have been that long. It had been only a few minutes, there is no way that it had been hours that she had been sitting outside with the one bottle of wine. Her brows furrowed as she thought, her free hand pinching the bridge of her nose as she once again pointed to the cabin door with the almost empty bottle. "Don't say it..." Her tone holding a dangerous hint as she opened her eyes to look at him. "Don't even think about saying it and that smug look is not winning you any points at the moment." |
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“What smug look?” He asked her, but that grin was already spreading. “For your information, Tessa has always been able to beat me at Castles faster than anyone and it was she who asked that I come out to find you.” He shook his head, his unbound hair swaying at the base of his neck. He had taken it down since the ceremony, but even then, only a few strips had been pulled back and braided. And here the male was. In his pajamas that consisted of tan breeches and a loose white shirt that was unbuttoned anyways.
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“And how very charming of you to say something about my health, rather it be a threat or not, when you’re out here drinking. Without me!” he sighed, reaching for the bottle. “I do remember someone amongst us who wouldn't let the about-to-be-weds drink their first toast before the ceremony and then during the banquet every time I so much as looked in the direction of anything stronger than grape juice, you gave me that look like you would skin me alive.” He gave a small huff.
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Something he really didn't understand was the two females he had known since childhood. One as a friend and the other as a menace, but still here nevertheless. He scanned Zeb over, as if looking for further injuries, but it was a bit more than that. Faustian knew this place harbored dangerous memories of Zeb’s. A part of him wished she would have stayed in there and made new ones. It wasn't like Tessa had been fawning over him. In fact, she seemed bored.
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So Faust reached past the wine bottle and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her in quickly and wrapping his other arm around her. Enveloping the fae in his arms. “Come on then, drag me inside by my toes, oh awful woman of the bog.” He said, resting his chin on top of her head. He kissed the top and gave one last squeeze before she could possibly protest, stepping away and motioning for her to lead the way. Call it territorial bullshit, he just wanted to give her a hug. She came all the way out here even though she hated it. Tessa invited her along after she had asked for the palace on the cliffs and been given the Cabin instead. The two both hated this place for very different reasons.
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More moonlight, brushing off on the Night Lilies. It made him think of his mother, a way of smiling. They only really bloomed in places she loved. The garden, the Lady’s Study, in the cities and smaller towns. He could never get them to live longer than a week in his windowsill. And she hated this place, so how could they bloom? He glanced at Zebby and then back to his flowers. Maybe they’d visit his mother’s village tomorrow. They were stuck here for a week at least and Tessa had mentioned wanting to see it. It could be a way for everyone to escape for a bit then.
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“Come on, and we’ll visit my mother tomorrow. Cali’s Hollow isn't too far from here and we could make a day of it. My new wife, that you seem to just love speaking about, has been asking about Mother’s hometown anyways. So how about it?” He asked, nudging her shoulder gently. |
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A low growl escaped Zeb when he mentioned her not wanting him to drink at the wedding. "That was more important. I am trying to avoid having nightmares and if I am drunk that is how it goes." She was about to protest to him taking the bottle from her until he pulled her into the hug. For some reason the female didn't fight but instead wrapped her arms around him as well closing her eyes for the briefest of moments. "Also I really don't want to hear any activities that might happen. I don't need those images to play in my mind." A small shiver coursed through her body as she pulled away glaring at being called a woman of the bog. "No. Now that I have been insulted, I think I shall stay out here and enjoy the rest of this bottle." An eyebrow raised when he mentioned visiting his mother. It had been years since she had seen his mother, though it hadn't been quite as long since she had last stepped foot in Cali's Hollow. Of course she wouldn't disclose to Fausty that she had visited due to her training or that the idea of possibly running into a friend that she missed dearly caused her heartbeat to speed up. "How can I say no? It isn't like I would be pulled along for the trip anyway even if I wanted to stay in bed." She shook her head before walking into the cabin. Her steps faultered for a moment as she stepped inside and she hugged the bottle close to her chest before continuing. "I really, really want this trip over." ~~The next morning~~ Zeb was standing outside impatiently waiting by the carriage. Her own mount, a light grey thoroughbred mare, nudged Zeb earning a gently pat on the nose but an annoyed grunt. Zeb's head was also still ringing from drinking the night before and what little sleep she had gotten was filled with memories of her time at the cabin. "This was your idea Fausty and now you are the one late to this trip...I would have rather enjoyed spending my day trying to sleep but nooooo. I am standing out here waiting for you and Tessa to get your behinds out here." A chuckle caused the female to whip her head to the sound and the male quickly stopped. Zeb was wearing her black boots and riding pants along with a light rose colored shirt. Her hair was done up in many smaller braids that were tied together in a bun at the back of her head. The female's glare slowly left the poor carriage driver alone as she turned towards the cabin hearing the sounds of others coming closer. Finally, maybe they can get this trip started and there could be a chance that she would run into Lychera. She hadn't seen the fae in almost 10 years and her heart was excited to possibly see her friend. |
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Faust exited the cabin, his new wife only steps behind him. They were both dress plainly save for their jewelry that decorated them...everywhere. Faust even had his hair pulled back into a low ponytail with only a few strands left to Frame his face. Taeya had gone a bit more commoner and tied it all back into a tightly knit braid. The female even had on trousers. . WIP |
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