Post by bloodyamore on Jul 31, 2010 11:45:30 GMT -5
Sophia was a first class faerie. She went to second district schools, she was the top psychic in her class, and was projected to quickly graduate, speed through her squadron fighting years, and become a national figure.
Not only that, but she was beautiful - long chestnut locks with not a split in on sight, amber eyes that could sympathize with the darkest of daes, and a six foot model figure - devoid of the starvation, possessing many additional curves.
She was the figure of a god, a perfect fae that would make a perfect wife.
THough she was actually already betrothed, in secret of course, to another "first class fae", though no one would call him that now that he was disinherited. A normal faerie face with a normal faerie tan, but ensrouded in dark shaggy ink black tendrils that reached his waist, giving him a distinctive dae quality. Always in black human clothes and regularly creating micheif, he was the 7th wonder of the Faeverse, and not someone you could proudly call your husband.
So she kept it a secret. Even if she loved him more than he knew, and was determined to stay loyal to her dear Celest even after he'd gone and got arrested, and disinherited, and ran away. Even though she didn't know when he might return - if he'd be alive for her to love.
All she knew was there were two secrets she must always keep, no matter what soul incarnate she reached: That no one must ever know Celest, whom was currently down in some Earth universe stuck ten inches tall, was to marry her until the actual special day - he would simply remain the infamous "my fiancee".
And one other thing she protected with her all - a secret even more binding and demanding than the first. The secret of Thestra.
Long ago, when Sophia was little, she had wandered far away from the mainclouds, flying to a far lagoon that looked fun to play in with her older cousin Thest. Thest had dived ahead of her, splashing into the bright cyan water immediately, diving even though Sophia could not yet swim.
She didn't resurface. Sophia landed on the edge and waited for her closest cousin, for seconds, then minutes, then hours. Her eyes grew wider every moment she didn't come back.
Then, after an immeasurably seeming long time, Thest came back up. Or rather, a miniture version of her came back up.
An infant really, smilling and giggling and not crying in the least, wading in the water just out of reach of Sophia. With Thest's same thin crystal eyes, and same short bouncy ash-wood hair. Her lips chapped from the sheer amount of time she'd spent under water.
Sophia did not stay put. Convinced Thest had simply reverse-aged, she flew out and yanked her out of the water - afraid if she touched it herself a similar thing would happen.
When she got the baby out, blueish tentacles replacing arms wrapped around Sohpia's waist, and the baby began to cry softly, like a newborn just awoken from their nap - testing the air.
Sophia should've been horrified, should've realized hen that it wasn't he cousin, Thest, but something else. Instead, she decided it was something new, something borne of Thest and the lagoon, like the creation of a spirit or god.
She took the baby home and called her Thestra. Thest- reborn you see. She told her relatives Thest had been taken by Daes, and kept the child to herself - playing mommy on a much larger scale. She hid the unorthodox creature in her very spacious quarter of the household, easily feeding and clothing and watching over the girl as she grew and quickly learned the language. Sophia discovered she liked water - and Celest.
Because the only person Sophia could show her secret to, was her fiancee. And so at age nine she presented Thestra to Celest, the only boy she slept and ate and played with, the only faerie alive Sophia knew would accept her.
And he did. Celest, in all his freakishness, displayed a characteristic about him Sophia will always admire. His nurturing instinct and love of all children. He never even exclaimed that the girl had tentacles, or was abnormal (even though he was facinated by such things), instead he played with her, taught her lessons, and told her stories, and never hurt her once.
Sophia was more then pleased, she was estatic. Her future husband would make a fine one indeed, better than any boy people compare him to. He was intresting, kind in an unusual sort of way, and cared about children. What better father could there be?
Dreams of having his child, and naming one after Celest, and one after Leo, and Sirius formed in her head. Thestra was overjoyed by the proclamation that her mommy was to one day marry the daddy she'd always wanted. Things were perfect.
Then Celest went and messed it up, by showing a darker side of himself the family had not known about: selfishness. He had finally gone to Earth. And he had brought back a pet infaturated with him.
A pet Celest wanted to mate with, to live with, to love. Celest never said anything, but Sophia could read him like a book - better even. And she knew he was debating whether or not to leave everything he knew, everything he'd come to love, over an Earthling. Simply because the temptations of the lesser world had gotten to him.
She never told, Thestra, but somehow Thestra knew. When Celest was arrested, and then dissappeared to an unknown human reality, the dyed-black, to match Celest', haired child had scowled. Had grabbed the camera Celest had given her and threw it at the wall. She had yelled the words "stupid" and "souless" over and over. She was experiencing loss.
Something Sophia had already felt and hid many times. But the poor child was lucky in away, because Sophia let her express it.
They waited a week - for news of 'father', for news of their love. None came. Celests' own father said he knew where his son was, and refused to go get him. "He has to get out of this self-inflicted problem on his own."
Sophia was ready to wait, as she always had, for Celest to come to his senses, to get back on the path he was destined for.
Thestra was not so patient. The seventh day (as seven seems to gravitate around this family) she suddenly stopped playing with her two yoyos, her tentacles going rigid. She quickly began putting on black clothing of Sophia's fitting to wear for a robbery. She picked up her broken camera and slung it around her neck, grabbing the filled wallet Sophia had always supplied her as well. Then Thestra threw a black cloak over the entire ensemble, shrouding her malformed arms in darkness and stood before Sophia on the bed, a fierce look on her face.
Sophia looked up, expectant, she knew what was coming. Celest did help raise her after all. "We're going to find him."
"We're?" Sopia inclined her head, she had been resolute to make Celest learn his lesson as much as his father had.
"Yes, you're coming! You love Celest as much as I do, and you know you miss him too!" She was glaring now. "So stop wallowing in self-pity and get your travel cloak on, we're leaving at sunrise, before the patrol starts, and that damned dae in the neighboring room gets up!"
Sophia had always admired the fact that Thestra had displayed certain qualities that mimiked her namesake - Thest. "All right... I just hope you know what you're doing."
Thestra smiled. Yes, she would be leading the resuce battalion, something she could never do for real faerie soldiers, or their suffering people. But sophia would let her lead, anywhere, her trust was endless. Sophia knew Thestra was capable of getting back the man they loved, and saving a life, even if no other fae would see her as anything but a monster that should've died in the Montiyesku Explosion.
Thestra loved her family beyond measure, and that was why she had to get her number one hero back. It was now her duty to put the family back together - her honor and life rested on this mission.
Not only that, but she was beautiful - long chestnut locks with not a split in on sight, amber eyes that could sympathize with the darkest of daes, and a six foot model figure - devoid of the starvation, possessing many additional curves.
She was the figure of a god, a perfect fae that would make a perfect wife.
THough she was actually already betrothed, in secret of course, to another "first class fae", though no one would call him that now that he was disinherited. A normal faerie face with a normal faerie tan, but ensrouded in dark shaggy ink black tendrils that reached his waist, giving him a distinctive dae quality. Always in black human clothes and regularly creating micheif, he was the 7th wonder of the Faeverse, and not someone you could proudly call your husband.
So she kept it a secret. Even if she loved him more than he knew, and was determined to stay loyal to her dear Celest even after he'd gone and got arrested, and disinherited, and ran away. Even though she didn't know when he might return - if he'd be alive for her to love.
All she knew was there were two secrets she must always keep, no matter what soul incarnate she reached: That no one must ever know Celest, whom was currently down in some Earth universe stuck ten inches tall, was to marry her until the actual special day - he would simply remain the infamous "my fiancee".
And one other thing she protected with her all - a secret even more binding and demanding than the first. The secret of Thestra.
Long ago, when Sophia was little, she had wandered far away from the mainclouds, flying to a far lagoon that looked fun to play in with her older cousin Thest. Thest had dived ahead of her, splashing into the bright cyan water immediately, diving even though Sophia could not yet swim.
She didn't resurface. Sophia landed on the edge and waited for her closest cousin, for seconds, then minutes, then hours. Her eyes grew wider every moment she didn't come back.
Then, after an immeasurably seeming long time, Thest came back up. Or rather, a miniture version of her came back up.
An infant really, smilling and giggling and not crying in the least, wading in the water just out of reach of Sophia. With Thest's same thin crystal eyes, and same short bouncy ash-wood hair. Her lips chapped from the sheer amount of time she'd spent under water.
Sophia did not stay put. Convinced Thest had simply reverse-aged, she flew out and yanked her out of the water - afraid if she touched it herself a similar thing would happen.
When she got the baby out, blueish tentacles replacing arms wrapped around Sohpia's waist, and the baby began to cry softly, like a newborn just awoken from their nap - testing the air.
Sophia should've been horrified, should've realized hen that it wasn't he cousin, Thest, but something else. Instead, she decided it was something new, something borne of Thest and the lagoon, like the creation of a spirit or god.
She took the baby home and called her Thestra. Thest- reborn you see. She told her relatives Thest had been taken by Daes, and kept the child to herself - playing mommy on a much larger scale. She hid the unorthodox creature in her very spacious quarter of the household, easily feeding and clothing and watching over the girl as she grew and quickly learned the language. Sophia discovered she liked water - and Celest.
Because the only person Sophia could show her secret to, was her fiancee. And so at age nine she presented Thestra to Celest, the only boy she slept and ate and played with, the only faerie alive Sophia knew would accept her.
And he did. Celest, in all his freakishness, displayed a characteristic about him Sophia will always admire. His nurturing instinct and love of all children. He never even exclaimed that the girl had tentacles, or was abnormal (even though he was facinated by such things), instead he played with her, taught her lessons, and told her stories, and never hurt her once.
Sophia was more then pleased, she was estatic. Her future husband would make a fine one indeed, better than any boy people compare him to. He was intresting, kind in an unusual sort of way, and cared about children. What better father could there be?
Dreams of having his child, and naming one after Celest, and one after Leo, and Sirius formed in her head. Thestra was overjoyed by the proclamation that her mommy was to one day marry the daddy she'd always wanted. Things were perfect.
Then Celest went and messed it up, by showing a darker side of himself the family had not known about: selfishness. He had finally gone to Earth. And he had brought back a pet infaturated with him.
A pet Celest wanted to mate with, to live with, to love. Celest never said anything, but Sophia could read him like a book - better even. And she knew he was debating whether or not to leave everything he knew, everything he'd come to love, over an Earthling. Simply because the temptations of the lesser world had gotten to him.
She never told, Thestra, but somehow Thestra knew. When Celest was arrested, and then dissappeared to an unknown human reality, the dyed-black, to match Celest', haired child had scowled. Had grabbed the camera Celest had given her and threw it at the wall. She had yelled the words "stupid" and "souless" over and over. She was experiencing loss.
Something Sophia had already felt and hid many times. But the poor child was lucky in away, because Sophia let her express it.
They waited a week - for news of 'father', for news of their love. None came. Celests' own father said he knew where his son was, and refused to go get him. "He has to get out of this self-inflicted problem on his own."
Sophia was ready to wait, as she always had, for Celest to come to his senses, to get back on the path he was destined for.
Thestra was not so patient. The seventh day (as seven seems to gravitate around this family) she suddenly stopped playing with her two yoyos, her tentacles going rigid. She quickly began putting on black clothing of Sophia's fitting to wear for a robbery. She picked up her broken camera and slung it around her neck, grabbing the filled wallet Sophia had always supplied her as well. Then Thestra threw a black cloak over the entire ensemble, shrouding her malformed arms in darkness and stood before Sophia on the bed, a fierce look on her face.
Sophia looked up, expectant, she knew what was coming. Celest did help raise her after all. "We're going to find him."
"We're?" Sopia inclined her head, she had been resolute to make Celest learn his lesson as much as his father had.
"Yes, you're coming! You love Celest as much as I do, and you know you miss him too!" She was glaring now. "So stop wallowing in self-pity and get your travel cloak on, we're leaving at sunrise, before the patrol starts, and that damned dae in the neighboring room gets up!"
Sophia had always admired the fact that Thestra had displayed certain qualities that mimiked her namesake - Thest. "All right... I just hope you know what you're doing."
Thestra smiled. Yes, she would be leading the resuce battalion, something she could never do for real faerie soldiers, or their suffering people. But sophia would let her lead, anywhere, her trust was endless. Sophia knew Thestra was capable of getting back the man they loved, and saving a life, even if no other fae would see her as anything but a monster that should've died in the Montiyesku Explosion.
Thestra loved her family beyond measure, and that was why she had to get her number one hero back. It was now her duty to put the family back together - her honor and life rested on this mission.