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Thread: [Neighborhood Mom] x [Neighborhood Bullies]

redria17 said I played something out a while back with somebody on here using this pairing. I liked it so much, that I kept it at the back of my mind and decided to turn it into its own thread someday. Well, today is that day. My character would be one of the younger moms in the neighborhood, and just like the others in the area, really don't appreciate mischief from teenagers and punks or unruly kids. For the most part, it's pretty peaceful. Except for the end of the street where some kids tend to loiter around. They tend to keep to themselves, and so nobody worries about them. An eye is kept on them though. One day, the bullies make their way down the street making lots of noise, apparently laughing at each other. Nobody worries about it, until they decide to loiter near one of the houses. The kids are out playing and everything, so when one of them starts swearing, it pretty much angers a lot of people within hearing distance. Me, being part of the family that just moved in maybe a few months ago, decides to be the one to step up and put the kids in their place. So... I confront them, with a confident and smug approach, and tell off the apparent leader of the group, as well as the others. Eventually, they start walking away, but not without any shortage of smart comments. They were clearly intended to get under my skin, especially the one about how I'd see them again and soon... But I didn't care. They're just punk kids. What can they do to me?? A few weeks pass, and one day after my husband has headed off to work and the kids to daycare, I hear a knock at the door. After opening it, I see...... nobody. Confused, I close the door and walk back inside, but then it happens again. So I open the door, only this time I'm taken by surprise as I'm rushed at the door and before I can even think, I'm overwhelmed in my own house by the bullies and the leader - your character. It's a different scenario now, I'm terrified. You've revealed that you not only are not afraid of me, but that you're willing to reach out and actually do something to me. This is about to be my worst day off in a long, long time. Click to expand...
Thread: [Neighborhood Mom] x [Neighborhood Bullies]

Huh? Lol
Thread: [Neighborhood Mom] x [Neighborhood Bullies]

Giving this another go only have one other setup going on about it right now
Thread: [Neighborhood Mom] x [Neighborhood Bullies]

Bumping again
Thread: [Neighborhood Mom] x [Neighborhood Bullies]

Bumping
Thread: Interest Check for Town of Salem

Well the silence here isn't exactly inspiring but... for what iis worth, I'd be interested.
Thread: Acid and Ice (Traveler and Vi)

Days had passed since the first Calling and Herja was running out of firewood. She woke to sallow light dripping down through the cracks in the walls like pitch on the charred timbers. With midwinter approaching, the small woman was having a hard time keeping herself alive. Food and water were simple matters. The invaders had left so much behind nearly every house that had not been burned waited with jars full of dried berries and larders full of meat. In the first day the witch had even found bread that was only a little stale. Clean water was plentiful thanks to the ignorant foreigners 'poisoning' the charnel pit rather than the freshwater spring that served as a well. Each morning since the Calling Herja had left her burned out building and gathered food and water for the day, but more importantly she gathered wood. Temperatures were dropping dangerously low even in the daytime. At night a man could freeze without proper furs and while she had a whole village-worth of bedding, the witch was more concerned with keeping her fire lit. The fire kept her hopes alive, not only her body. Gazing into the flames she could see... Everything. Possibilities spidered out like cracks in the bones she burned and in them she saw what could be. What WOULD be. If she could only wait, the invader would find her and she could appeal to his greed and ambition. Of course, waiting required patience and that was not a quality that game naturally to the witch-woman. The Matrons insisted that patience would be learned but Herja had not yet had the time. At 23 years old, Herja was the youngest of her people's mages. The children and teens trained, naturally, but there was a test of mastery to pass before one could be called a mage. Herja had passed at eighteen. It was quite the scandal at the time, the runt earning her title... Childhood illness had left Herja significantly smaller than her clansmen, and even smaller than the invaders that plagued the countryside. She stood at a scant five feet tall, her lithe form dwarfed in bearskin coats that would always be too big. While all her countrymen were pale things, the witch might have been a flake of frost. Her hair was bleached white from the arctic sun and her long nights of vigil had drained color from her face. Dark circles rested under her too-large eyes. Perhaps tonight she would... No. Herja shook her head to dispel the thought. Sleep would mean death, should the outlander come in the night. He was close. She had seen it in the bones and cinders. Again she returned to her safe little shack. It's walls were charred from the attack, but sturdy. Warding them against the Nightspawn had taken hours, but she knew that her work would hold. This burned out cottage was perhaps the safest place on the continent at the moment. Now she just had to hope that her invader made it this far. As night fell too soon the pale woman added more fuel to her little fire, placed her hunting blade across her knees, and waited.
Thread: Acid and Ice (Traveler and Vi)

It was unbarred, and for a moment he thought that he had made a mistake. Surely a person with a fire and shelter would bar the door against the demons of the night? But then he pushed the door open further and saw her, sitting in the middle of the room with a stillness that reminded him of Death. He took two shallow breaths through flared nostrils, testing the air for the scent of decay, but even in the cold he smelled none from within. The child - or was it an elder? - her skin was thin and sallow, the darkness under her eyes and in the hollows of her cheeks made her seem mummified. Her hair was also white, making it difficult to tell if she had been scared to death or was decades old. Was. Had been. The figure looked like it had been there for too long to be alive. A shiver across those thin shoulders testified to the girl's mortality. She lived, though how much longer was still up to debate. Those eyes were dark, like caverns leading to the abyss. They reminded him of the soulless eyes of the demon warriors who killed his men and had pursued him. Perhaps they had learned a new trick and was now pretending to be a child to trick him into their trap. Kill me and you will die. Follow me and be made a king. I have prepared herbs and clean bandages for your wounded arm. Gaelen startled, despite the fact that he had been completely focused on the home's inhabitant. His breath hissed through his teeth as he simultaneously calculated her prediction and his predicament. A low, rueful chuckle escaped despite his pain and the oddly unsettling girl before him. Kill you? He shuffled to the side and drew the door completely closed. It made no sense to waste good heat. You look half dead already. I have no reason to kill a child... or an elder. His breath felt like it was becoming more difficult to draw. The difference between the sharp, thin air outside and the warmer, scented air in the cabin was almost cloying. He was still so surprised at finding her here that it never occurred to him to question her ability with his language. He had expected someone ready to fight, not a frail creature seated on the ground. I have no desire to be a king, only to live . He leaned against the wall and surveyed the little abode. Let me rest here, a few hours. I won't harm you...then I shall be on my way and you will have your peace from me, child. You have nothing to fear from me, unless you are a demon or a witch, and you look like neither... though, he did think that she seemed odd. Perhaps she was a figment of his imagination. Perhaps he was hallucinating, and closer to Death that he had thought. He closed his eyes for a moment, just to rest, and found himself sliding down the wall to sit against it with his legs stretched out before him. Just a few hours.
Thread: Found In The Woods (Whispered Secret/AnnaBeth/BennyQ)

Not when he pushed her so hard into the tree she felt pieces of bark crumble off and gouge her through the rags she wore, not even when he choked her did Vesta's eyes flinch or show fear, even as her body tried to protect itself, hands scrabbling against the tree to push away from it, or on his wrist as his grasp denied her breath. Bruises, fresh atop old, would be her jewels today and a princess wore them with unassuming dignity. If that was all he had left, all he could muster, then wear them she would and pray that the gods give him more wealth to bestow on her the next day. He named her coward but it was she who had seen him weep, there in the surf as she lay almost dead and him pierced through with a bolt, a bolt that she drew the next day, delicate hands pulling at the hardwood shaft and against the terrible suction of his muscles as he bit down hard on the wadded sack they'd tried to drown her in. She, a princess who had her own physicians back home, great learned men with magnificent and clever tools of bronze and ivory and draughts that took away pain or fever, she had performed the surgery, seen him scream out his agony, and not until it was over and he was passed out from the pain of it had she gone off to vomit and shiver like she had the ague. The next day she risked and received dozens of stings to bash down a bee's nest with rocks and stole a comb of their honey, comb she crushed between her delicate hands, feeling the still living larva interspersed with the golden filled cells writhe between her palms as she dripped the oozing honey into his wounds to keep infection at bay. She who stayed with him despite everything he did to her, every cruel act and hateful word, stayed with him too through all the things he could not do to her, like feed her or clothe her or offer her proper shelter. And he called her coward. Called her an oathbreaker. Vesta ignored the clenched fist her wielded and spat at his feet, glaring at him. I swore two oaths, husband, she said, the word snarled out with contempt. One as your wife and the other as the woman you couldn't protect from your own kin, from your own men who should even now be your soldiers and retainers. I swore I'd stand by you before your gods and mine, and I called upon those gods who we dare not give name to that I'd have my vengeance. One oath I honor every morning when I wake up and my only bed is the lie of the protection of your embrace! The other I will honor once you either snap out of this madness and listen to reason or die here in these woods, bones shot through with mushrooms and saplings that my father's armies grind into the dirt as they pass on their way to take back your throne in my name! Panting, light headed from the attack upon her and from her defiant words, Vesta felt dizzy and weak and only her resolve kept her upright though she swayed a half step back.
Thread: Found In The Woods (Whispered Secret/AnnaBeth/BennyQ)

Humors, those mysterious potencies in the blood, were ever out of balance in Aica's veins. If only her physician was here he could put the ivory box with its tiny spinning saws powered by springs and near painlessly open them, bled him and take out Aica's blood until his phlegmatic and sanguine, his choleric and melancholic were back in balance as the gods and nature intended. If only she knew how to tell the difference, to see at a glance which was which like the physicians did, she'd plunge her arm into any of the small ponds until a leech attached then winkle it loose and onto his arm while he slept and watched as it swelled and drained him of the poisons. It was the humors, she prayed, not him that made Aica strike her then caress her tenderly, apologizing in his way with the gentleness he was capable of. The whirlwind of his love for her as much as her oath kept her from ever leaving him, no matter how much she threatened it. It was only to provoke him, to try and drive him to reason and safety that she became shrewish. Surely he saw that too? Wordlessly she enjoyed his brief embrace, her eyes shut in what small pleasure it gave her seeming magnified by their condition, and longed for more when he left. I'll gather it. Her eyes were as hungry as her belly, watching briefly as he started to butcher the rabbit, mouth salivating at the thought of how it would taste. Once she'd have been disgusted to watch it, now she could do it herself if not as well as him. What they needed was a bowl or a pot, so they could make a soup of it and boil the marrow and its fat and vitamins out of the bones. It was going dark already, the gloomy forest giving over to night, and she hurried. All of the wood nearby was either damp or too big for her to carry but up ahead, just out of sight of their camp, she saw a nice fall of it, partially sheltered by a thick needled pine that would have kept it dry. Vesta began to gather it, right hand stacking it in her left arm and not caring about the scratchy itch of it, that meant it was dry and well seasoned - Aica would be pleased. She was just about to turn and walk back when... Wood clattered to the ground and she fled back to the camp site, seizing Aica's arm. A fire, she hissed, worried and excited by equal parts. There's someone else with a fire, she said and pointed.
Thread: Found In The Woods (Whispered Secret/AnnaBeth/BennyQ)

She only had eyes for the bounty of food by the fire. Weak, so terribly week from months of malnourishment and not just lack of food but lack of the right kinds of food had taken its toll. Vesta could taste the raspberries in her mouth, the sweetly tart tang of them and it made her jaws ache with a fierce clenching sting that brought saliva to flood her mouth. Aica wouldn't notice the hand she put over her stomach, a maternal gesture older than time herself as she imagined the new life inside of her stirring happily for the promise of a meal that it would strip from her blood and body to build its own. Aica's kiss, that loving gesture in a desperate moment further made Vesta's head spin and she too rose, then dropped the knife he'd pressed into her hand. Gathering her skirts like a girl she ran, stumbling and falling once then scrabbling the rest of the way on her hands and knees until she fetched up at almost eye level to the pile the sprite had so laboriously gathered. Taste exploded in her mouth as she bit into two raspberries, just two. It wasn't willpower that restrained her but clumsy, shaking fingers that sent the rest of them scattering. Crying, her brown eyes shut and tears streaking tracks in the dirt on her face, she who had been a princess of the East knew a joy that gold and gems and power could never have brought her as she knelt in rags, a bastard in her belly, and the sweet taste of late summer raspberries in her mouth. Crying openly, Vesta sat back on her heels and turned to look back at Aica but the tears blurred her vision. Brushing at them with the backs of her hands she saw clearly enough to wave at him. Aica! she shouted, not caring, not even thinking about being found. Aica, there's... Squealing she caught sight of something and pushed to her feet, taking a few stumbling steps before bending down and picking something from the leaf mold. It was a helmet, rusted and with a dent but still intact. As she lifted it a skull minus its jaw rolled out of it and bounced at her feet, leering upside down at her from its new grave on the ground. It should have been horrible, something she'd have stepped around but all she could think of was what a wonderful pot it would make. A pot to cook the onions and mushrooms and the rabbit and the rich, rich marrow of the bones and how she and her baby and her husband would be able to survive that much longer. Waving it over her head, she laughed past her tears. Aica! It's a pot! We can make a stew! Why wasn't he coming to her?
Thread: Found In The Woods (Whispered Secret/AnnaBeth/BennyQ)

Before they started eating Vesta had found a recently fallen tree, so recent it still had green leaves trying vainly to pump life into it just as Aica clung to the hope of resurrecting his kingdom. It wasn't impossible in their times in the forest she'd seen a fallen tree that had not one, but four descendants growing from if, branches that had refused to succumb to their fate and had rewritten their destiny. It was possible, but very unlikely. From it, using the small knife, Vesta stripped a piece of bark, a little larger than her hand and with a deep curve to it so that it made something of a plate, something of a bowl. The simple platter wasn't for her, for Aica, but for their benefactress, the beautiful, exquisitely tiny dryad who had saved them, or at least given them more days. Two raspberries, a dollop of the stew, even one of the leg bones of the rabbit, cracked between her fingers and placed on either side, forming a V. Sitting beside her, she shared the rest of the meal with Aica, leaving the bulk of it for him but taking more than she would have in the previous weeks. When she was done, Vesta took the scraped empty by their fingers helmet cum bowl and the tuny platter of food with her back to the stream. On the highest branch she could reach, in the deep hollow, Vesta placed the platter of food. Thank you, she said and kissed her fingers then touched the offering with them. If - when, she amended, he reclaims his lands and throne the boon will be repaid. I promise. There was no question that the sprite would hear it, legend said she heard everything, every whisper, every fallen leaf in her forest. Later, in the comfort of his arms, the only comfort left to her, Aica's compliment made Vesta's heart swell with love for him. A love that was deep but troubled and ever in danger of being stretched so thin it might as well break entirely for the scant amount of it left. Tonight, in his arms, her belly full of food and baby, Vesta's love for her tormented husband was as deep as the forest was vast. A dryad, Vesta answered, using her lore to make sense of the sprite. tree nymphs. There were, she shifted a little on his chest, turning her head up to speak into his chin, different sorts of them. When Pater Zeus was but an infant the Meliai, the dryads of the ash trees, nurtured him. They were around before the gods so their magic is ancient and deep, rooted in nature. I've never seen one and I've always thought they were more myth and fantasy, perhaps stories rooted in women who had access to magic. Vesta's hand moved across Aica's chest and he could feel it tugging at the collar on her neck, the collar that had cut her off from her magic. She's not going to hurt us. Vesta's conviction was evident in her words. She's our savior, Aica. We should honor her and her tree. Her forest. It may be your land, husband, but it's her home.
Thread: Found In The Woods (Whispered Secret/AnnaBeth/BennyQ)

Elisandra had awakened completely when Vestas gift brought the mouthwatering fragrance of dinner closer. She savored the delicious scent while watching them prepare to bed down for the night. Her heart gave an extra little beat when she observed them cuddling together despite all the arguments and biting remarks they had traded throughout the day. The fire crackled, sending off sparkes and warm orange rays flickered, illuminating the couple. With the night settling over the forest, the nocturnal wildlife started to venture forth. Insects chirping, far off howls of larger animals and the rummaging of smaller ones now filled the darkness. If you looked around carefully, you would get a glimpse of round glowing embers in the twilight. Proof of the wilderness peering back at you from a distance. Hearing Aicas question to Vesta, Elisa once again focused on the pair, the princess laying atop Aica completely protected from the cold ground and cradled tightly in his arms. She understood from the quietly spoken reply that Vesta had more knowledge than most humans in Aicas kingdom. Her people must have more contact with the fae and their like, or at least had, at some point in history. The flattering answer humbled the little sprite, her cheeks reddening when she was named their savior. Elisandra hoped she would be able to live up to the captivating womans statement and aid the wronged husband and wife. When they had been quiet for a few moments, Eli flew over to the laid out food and ate her fill, eating all the mushroom and onion bits while licking up the tasty broth. Sitting and rubbing her full tummy Eli wondered if they would sleep the rest of the night. She returned to the best view from her tree to keep an eye on them while she decided what to do next. They werent completely quieted down yet, and she spied on them while going over all the different ways to present herself come sunup.
Thread: Found In The Woods (Whispered Secret/AnnaBeth/BennyQ)

Catching herself in the air after tumbling from her kneecap perch, the tiny sprite observed the man in front of her. Frustration, anger and desolation. Elisa could feel the many tones of emotion tinting Aicas words as he answered her query. Above all else, the desperate need for vengeance was a charcoal streak of darkness corrupting his soul, the very essence of his being. Until the prince started on a path to correct the travesties done unto he and his wife, she doubted he would be able to focus on anything else. Her hands flicking at non-existent dust on her little moss dress, dislodging a few delicate white blooms onto the forest floor below. Well, Im relatively certain this camp belonged to hunters before they themselves became the hunted...but if anything lay buried still, it will most likely be damaged or destroyed, swaying lightly on the breeze and absently finger combing her long strands of hair, Eli tried to think of some way to help the prince onto a path that could advance his cause. Do you know of the village not far to the west from here, perhaps a half day's travel? Well, I think it would take you half a day...yes well, its the settlement I hear most of the rumors and stories about humans...and where I heard of you and Vesta, she was unsure of where her information would lead, but thought perhaps Aica might somehow recruit people to his cause. At least if they could get them away from the dangers in the town. Its probably not safe for you to enter yourself, the leader is a tyrant that keeps the villagers under his control with fear and terrifying tactics, but if we lead a few of them away, you might be able to convince them to join you? Aica got very quiet, making Elisandra a little jittery. She could tell he heard the information she had handed him, but she wasnt completely confident he was capable of logical reasoning after everything they had encountered. You cant of course just barge in and start making demands, you understand this price Aicanass? The despot in control has drafted all the strong males and formed a private garrison. The few that have disagreed or rebelled have been disposed of, or their families threatened, flying closer to the mullish male, hovering so close she was glaring into his left eye. I understand you have been accustomed to a degree of obedience before any of this happened, but dont be fooled into thinking you can easily invade the bullys territory and start commanding everyone. You should take the time and plan how best to approach this opportunity, speak with your wife perhaps? Vesta seems to be more than a figurehead, Sir, and gaining her advice or opinions would not hurt anything, yes might even give you a smidgen of patience you are currently lacking. Eli didnt wish to wound the delicate frame of civility they were tiptoeing on, but she needed to attempt to keep him from flying off in a fit of wrath. Watching Aicas expression, the little fae worried shes made a grave error.