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High Lord of Night's Court; Rhysand ([info]nights_highlord) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
@ 2017-05-30 17:58:00

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Entry tags:!closed, lucy, ~rhysand

Who: Lucy & Rhysand
When: Afternoon
Where: The woods near the Rhysand's townhome
What: Arrival (?). Meeting.
Rating: PG
Closed

The tall High Fae meandered down a path leading through the flower filled gardens around his house out toward the woods. He had his hands in his pockets, a comfortable pace in his step, and his gaze turned up toward the summery sky. Despite the heat he wore his typical black attire, though this was a fitted shirt with silver threads and short sleeves rather than his long jacket. He hummed, taking a glance back at the house before he disappeared into the cooler shade of the forest.

I'm going for a stroll, Rhysand said down the mating bond to Katherine. I'll bring you back a present. He sent the image of a cheeky grin along with his words before he continued to focus on picking his way through the wood. A crackle in the distance, maybe fifty feet North of him, gave him pause.

It was either one of those monsters everyone was so worried about, a spider like that Katherine had faced, or someone else among the trees. He was hopeful it was the latter.

"Hello?" the lord called lazily as he stood in place. "Is someone there?"


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[info]nights_highlord
2017-05-31 12:36 am UTC (link)
Dead and buried next to Katherine.

Dead and buried.

Next to Katherine.

Katherine...

If Rhysand had fangs he would have bared them. Instead, he snarled with what semblance of grace he had to remain after such a jab. "You should watch yourself, girl," he said in a tone as cold as the snow capped mountains of the territory around his depraved court.

"I think it's time to tell me who you are."

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[info]lucyfightsback
2017-05-31 02:36 am UTC (link)
"I've watched enough!" Katherine snapped. All she did was watch out for herself and the others. It was her life now. "Watched my family, my friends, suffer and die because of him. Watched him make any chance we get at a life disappear."

She stepped closer. "Who am I? Who am I?" He refused to give her a honest answer, and now he dared question her. "I'm Lucy, daughter of Rhysand and Katherine and I am not falling for your tricks. Now, either tell me who you are and what you want, or I'll know you work for him!"

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[info]nights_highlord
2017-05-31 03:24 am UTC (link)
He refused to feel threatened by some little girl throwing a tantrum. Without context it was still clear enough that something awful had taken place here and he frowned. That frown turned to shock as she continued and his heart lurched almost out of his chest. Stomach drop, lungs winded, full on shocking blow.

"You must have me confused with another," Rhysand finally said in a quiet chill. "Maybe from another time or place. I've been told that happens...Katherine and I are mated, but we have no child here." Not yet. The man then took a few steps closer as the talons of his mind powers brushed against her thoughts. Proof of his words passed by in images. There was no child. They were young in their life of love. Wild adventures through doors. Lazy nights under stars.

Yet finally he looked her over appraisingly and questioned. "We have a daughter?" And his heart swelled with joy.

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[info]lucyfightsback
2017-05-31 07:49 pm UTC (link)
Lucy shook her head. If there was confusion this man was to blame, trying to give her false hope that she could see her family again. When the man played with time and moved people around, it was only to make things worse. Not better. She closed her eyes in a futile attempt to block out the pictures. A glimpse of happier times would lead to more suffering down the road. "Stop it." She ordered and took a step back, opening her eyes and clenching her dagger as tightly as she could.

"They have a daughter. Had. They have nothing now." There was no room in her mind for anything beyond death, no believing in tales of an afterlife, or stories about people being brought back from a point before their death.

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[info]nights_highlord
2017-05-31 07:55 pm UTC (link)
Rhysand remained still as he relinquished his mind hold. He stood quiet and considered the situation, weighing his options and his words cautiously before he spoke. He took one step closer, then another, as he did so.

"Maybe so," he agreed with a nod. "In another time. We do not have children here." His hand waved to the side as if to motion behind him toward the world.

"Regardless of that; you look in need of assistance. At least allow me to give you water and a set of clothes before you go on your way. It's the least I could offer...as apology for my tone." Because that pit in his stomach did not want to give up on the idea that had quite suddenly been planted in his head.

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[info]lucyfightsback
2017-05-31 09:14 pm UTC (link)
There was that word we again. Lucy still refused to believe that this man could be any version of her father. He had however stumbled upon something vita to her, enough to capture her attention well. Water. Presumably clean, drinkable water. It was a rare thing; there was no easy walking into an apartment and turning on a tap, especially for her. The man loved to find way to deny her water and remind her of what she'd been through at then young age of twelve. It was a wonder she'd been able to stay as strong as she did. She credited her ancestry for that as well as her and her friend's survival knowledge.

"You have water?"

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[info]nights_highlord
2017-05-31 11:05 pm UTC (link)
A smile slipped across Rhysand's face as he nodded before turning in a fluid glide and starting out of the wood. "Of course," he said with a nod and simply head off without another word.

The thought crossed his mind to make it appear, hand it over, and be on his way...but he was not yet ready to end this curious encounter. The thought also crossed his mind to summon Katherine--but he wanted to see where this went. This girl seemed intent on labeling him as a fake and yet with the upcoming brawl across the island he was rather keen to call her the fake, as well. So before sounding the alarms he figured he best sort it out.

It was only at the break of the forest to the field where his beautiful cottage sat around 100 feet before them, surrounded by lush greenery and gardens overflowing like something in a fairy tale did he speak again.

"Do you have a name? We've established who I am--or, perhaps, who I'm not depending on your opinion. We haven't established who you are--or, perhaps, who you're not." He gave her a kind, playful smile over his shoulder.

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[info]lucyfightsback
2017-05-31 11:27 pm UTC (link)
Lucy blinked at the 'of course'. As if it was normal to have such a basic tool for survival at hand. Someone working for the man wouldn't make such a claim. It would out him as a fraud instantly. Unless that was what he wanted her to think. The situation was going from angering her to confusing the hell out of her. She followed, purposely staying behind him to see if he would allow his back turned to her for long. To see if he trusted her not to stab him.

When the gardens and home came into view, she stopped and stared. It was the stuff out of childhood memories and fairy tale stories. Nothing that had felt real in a long time. "Lucy." She replied when his words registered in her mind. "My name's Lucy."

She walked closer to the gardens, expecting it to vanish at any moment like a mirage and put her dagger back in her pocket. Crouching down, she inhaled the scent of the flowers and reached out, touching one of the petals with a feather light touch. The gardens, the house, all of it seemed like a dream. A bright and beautiful dream, a complete contrast to her life. "How?" She whispered, wondering if of it could possibly be real.

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[info]nights_highlord
2017-05-31 11:33 pm UTC (link)
The High Lord stepped through an open gate around the edge of the garden to mark off the perimeter, even as it grew beyond it, and wait. He surveyed Lucy, wondering why the name felt so familiar. It was not anyone he knew personally but a name that didn't seem so far gone to him as if he'd never heard it in his life.

He shrugged it off.

"Like I said; you must be out of time. Why else?" he offered. "It's currently 2017 according to this particular calendar. From whence do you come?"

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[info]lucyfightsback
2017-05-31 11:50 pm UTC (link)
"2017." Lucy repeated, shocked by the notion. The man didn't do that. If he were going to send her back in time, it'd be before anyone else was on the island and she'd be alone with the dinosaurs and other creatures. Or it would be during some kind of crisis. Perhaps that was it. There was about to be a crisis and this was the calm before the storm. That made some sort of sense. "2041. I'm supposed to be in 2041, fighting with the rest of the survivors."

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[info]nights_highlord
2017-05-31 11:55 pm UTC (link)
Rhysand nodded, taking that bite of information in as he came up alongside her. In his hand appeared a bottle of cool water that began to sweat in the warmth of the summer afternoon.

"How old are you, Lucy?" he asked with a bland expression on that chiseled, strong face of his. Inside, his heart raged.

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[info]lucyfightsback
2017-05-31 11:59 pm UTC (link)
Lucy straightened up and held her hand out towards the water bottle. "May I?" She asked, fighting the urge to simply grab the water and chug it down. "I'm 23. I've had a longer life than most people born here."

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[info]nights_highlord
2017-06-01 12:02 am UTC (link)
That was simple enough math and the answer was one that both inspired the fae and froze him over. One year. Within a year this child could, might, potentially be born.

"All yours," Rhysand crooned as he let it go. "I'm sorry to hear your time has been rough. How long has the struggle been ongoing? From experience, I know war is not short."

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[info]lucyfightsback
2017-06-01 12:14 am UTC (link)
Lucy took the water and sniffed it, then took a few small sips. It didn't taste drugged and that was the only test she could do without her supplies. "My whole life. The strongest died first for the most part. My parents, my friends' parents." There was something of having built up her parents and other lost adults as being even more powerful than they were. She took more, bigger sips of water in between her words. "The man played crueler and crueler games with us. And sometimes he'd just attack."

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[info]nights_highlord
2017-06-01 12:22 am UTC (link)
Rhysand scowled as he began to head toward the house, pausing at the door to hold it open for her. He found it hard to believe he had died to 'The Man' but he was also an incredibly mysterious force. At the back of his mind he wondered if he shouldn't tell Katherine to pull back on this attack. Yet...he only need to be riddled with ash wood to be slain. Headless, too, was a decent method.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said sympathetically as he await her to enter the home. The inside was just as decadent as the exterior, and yet entirely uncharacteristic of the horrible, cruel, wicked High Lord of Night Court so deprave he entertained foreign dignitaries with whores on his lap. Of course none of those that saw his face in the Night Court knew of his home deep beyond in Velaris.

And no one here cared.

"Are you hungry?"

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[info]lucyfightsback
2017-06-01 02:15 am UTC (link)
Lucy walked through the door slowly, taking a moment to take her in surroundings. She was careful to identify every possible weapon and exit. That habit was hard to break. "Thank you." She said automatically. There was little time for chivalry in her time, not even the simple act of holding a door. She took a few more steps inside and tried to take in as many details as she could. Maybe something would trigger a childhood memory. Her fingers trailed over the decor; it was all grander than anything she knew.

She nodded. "Yeah." She was almost always hungry. "It's been a couple of days since I've eaten." Maybe more.

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[info]nights_highlord
2017-06-01 12:03 pm UTC (link)
He tried not to balk. "Days?" Rhysand echoed, shaking his head, as he strode across the home in to the small kitchen. He only need wave a hand for everything to appear gathered around on the counters. "What do you like?" A part of him supposed she wouldn't be picky, food was food, but he had a home full of all the ingredients he could need for just about any meal large or small.

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[info]lucyfightsback
2017-06-01 06:44 pm UTC (link)
"I..I don't know." Lucy admitted. There had been some choice of food once. As the man messed with their food more, Banshee died and Jake no longer hunted, and the people with magic vanished, so did their selection. She simply ate what she could find. She walked over to the counters, staring at everything. "Is this all real? Is it safe?"

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[info]nights_highlord
2017-06-03 08:55 pm UTC (link)
(Sorry! Had a sudden move over the weekend and I've just been exhausted. Back now! <3)

She didn't know? Rhysand's brow rose at such a response but he tried not to judge her. You couldn't exactly be picky when you were on the run for your life, after all, and he'd had more than his fair share of dredging life moments. So in response he simply nodded and moved closer.

"Yes," he confirmed. "It's real, edible, poison free, and safe." As if to prove his point he picked up a roll of bread, tore off a piece at random, and popped it into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed as normal before pouring himself a glass of wine and drank that, too. Well, an appropriate sip for someone that was edging around whether or not his new house guest was his daughter from the future.

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[info]lucyfightsback
2017-06-04 05:47 am UTC (link)
Lucy decided to start small. She picked up a grape and ate it quickly. "It doesn't feel real. This much safe food." A part of her still expected the shoe to drop, and for it to all be a trap.

She picked up a roll of bread next, tearing off a piece as he had done. "There was a time, when I was really young, that we trusted the food in the island shops. And then we lost people to poison." She ate the bread and then sipped from her water bottle.

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[info]nights_highlord
2017-06-04 11:12 am UTC (link)
The fae-Illyrian ate, rather than to sate his own hunger but to continue to prove to Lucy that it was not false. A piteous pang struck at his heart as she spoke, though brief, and he shook his head.

"Well, that has not yet come to pass. Perhaps with you here to tell us when and how it might happen we can ensure it never will, either." Rhysand gave a small assuring smile as he came to lean against the counter at his hip, one foot crossing over the other at the ankle.

"Would you tell me about your past? What and how much is up to you; but I'd like to hear your story."

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[info]lucyfightsback
2017-06-05 01:02 am UTC (link)
"That sounds hopeful." And hope was dangerous. Lucy ate a little quicker, taking in more and more food, sampling as many different types of food as she could. This could all end in a minute, some small glimpse of a happier past before she was brought back to her time. The least she could do was return on a full stomach.

Lucy looked down. "There's not much I can tell you about my parents. I'm the reason my mother's dead. She died giving birth to me. I lost my father not long after that." She was deliberately not saying 'you', not wanting to allow herself that hope. "Their friends tried to tell me about my parents, my heritage. I didn't really understand what it all meant. I was too young and people kept dying." She paused and ate some more food. Giving it time before she spoke again.

"When I was ten, there was a boy on the island. Jonas. He wasn't with us long, but he gave some of us a gift. A special telepathic bond that I have with others in my time." That had been the one bright spot in her life, the shared bond that kept her from being alone no matter what the man did. She took another break to eat.

"A couple of years after that, the man locked me in a room with two humans. They died of thirst and I made it out and to the hospital. It was the first time that I really understood that I was different from the others, different even from the ones I shared the bond with. And over the years, I learned to use the bond and the abilities I inherited from my parents to survive." She brought her water bottle to her lips again, taking a long sip.

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[info]nights_highlord
2017-06-06 12:25 pm UTC (link)
"Isn't hope sometimes all we have?" he replied wisely as he skirt around the room to collect a goblet of wine. Rhysand did not so much as take his eyes off of Lucy for more than a blink. He was studying her in the light of the home, perhaps even trying to imagine her in this place wondering if what she said was the truth, wondering if she really did belong there.

Even as she spoke his mind reached out soft, gentle, and quiet. He wanted to go unnoticed while pressing through her memories to see the lies in her words. He still wasn't so sure he believed that this girl was his daughter, though after a brief conversation with Katherine he couldn't be sure she wasn't, either.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said honestly if not trying to be neutral. "It sounds very difficult. I've had some struggles, myself. I'll tell you about it another time." Rhysand wasn't about to tell some girl his life story, about how he fought against his father tooth and nail for the rights of the Illyrians, for women, for his friends and later his fight against the entire world for his people of the Court of Dreams.

"What sort of abilities do you have? Anything unusual? Say...ice powers, mind manipulation, wings?"

Because if he was going to dig he was going to use the full shovel.

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[info]lucyfightsback
2017-06-07 11:13 pm UTC (link)
"We have surviving." Lucy said quietly. "Hope needs to balanced. We need to be realistic and practical. Or it leads to disappointment or worse, being unaware of potential danger." She knew that letting her guard down could get her killed. On the other hand, she'd seen the strongest and most prepared people fall victim to the man too. It made hope seem impossible.

His touch in her mind went unnoticed. She hadn't learned to use or even sense telepathy outside of the bond. She gave a nod when he said she was sorry and kept eating. She'd said it herself to her friends many times over the years when they'd lost loved ones. It was all they could say and it never felt like it was enough.

"I'm colder than other people. I noticed that the first time the man gave us a heat wave. I still felt the heat, but not as much as the rest. The amulet keeps me from getting too cold." She touched the amulet as she spoke. It was the only concrete proof she had of being related to her mother. "I can transport myself fast enough to get out of the way of an immediate danger, but not across long distances." It was the word she used instead of winnow or teleport, having been raised without her parents around. She stepped back from the counter, not wanting to knock anything over. She took the glamour off her wings to make them visible and unfurled them for a moment. "They're not useful for anything." She murmured and made them invisible again.

"What about you?" She asked, having always been curious about her parents. She'd had ideas of what she had inherited from which parent, what she didn't inherit it all, etc, based on what she'd been told by people who knew them. It would be interesting to see if this man's stories matched what she'd heard over the years.

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[info]nights_highlord
2017-06-08 11:36 pm UTC (link)
That sounded like his child alright. Practical. Calculated. Rhysand almost smirked but he had to keep it cool. He instead nodded in agreement, drawing around the room to an open space. "Well, such gifts sound familiar. Both Katherine and I can transport ourselves. Where I am from it is called winnowing. Katherine calls it teleportation. It gets easier with time and practice." He smiled coolly at her as he came to stand at her side. He was a towering form of fae ancestry.

"Please excuse me, I can't help the theatrics," Rhysand said without a hint of apology before his wings, so large they filled the living area entirely, snapped open. Leathery, strong, and talons tipping the high arch that scratched the ceiling.

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