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Jaenelle Angelline ([info]the_living_myth) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2009-05-18 12:09:00

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Entry tags:daemon sadi, jaenelle angelline

Who: Jaenelle Angelline & Daemon Sadi
Where: Dallas, her place
When: Superbendy-time, backdated to when they first talked
Why: Because she's only 12 and Daemon wants to protect her.
Warnings: Possible talk of Daemon's sexual history and mild language, but that's it. Even Daemon won't go further than that with Jaenelle right now.
Status: In Progress



Jaenelle waited as patiently as she could for Daemon to come, but she was alone and feeling pretty impatient. She didn't like this place. It was strange, and she couldn't ride the Winds like Saetan told her to. She couldn't even jump from place to place the way she used to do before she met the Eyrien who told her not to!

She was trying to figure out where to go, though. This Dallas place didn't seem that interesting. She wrinkled her nose a bit and looked at her clothes, smiling. At least she was dressed in jeans! No silly fancy dress. Jaenelle decided to try air-walking for fun, and was happy to see that she could do that, at least!

Still, her sister wasn't here and she was worried about her. And Daemon was taking a long time to get here.

At least there were no "uncles" around. Or Briarwood...


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[info]sadist_in_black
2009-05-18 04:28 pm UTC (link)
It was beyond frustrating for Daemon to be restrained from reaching Jaenelle's location under his own power, but there were no Winds to ride and no landing webs to catch him even if he could find a way. At least, though, the resort hotel where his show was currently playing had half a dozen private jets at its disposal and it seemed the staff was more than accustomed to performers being of mercurial temperaments. His request to be taken immediately to Dallas was met without a second look.

As soon as he was off the airplane, a limousine awaited him. The driver did seem a little bit surprised that Daemon began directing him by scenting the air, but apparently had been paid well enough that not a word was said. It took nearly an hour-- an interminable hour-- for them to reach their destination.

Daemon all but exploded out of the limousine, Jaenelle's psychic scent permeating the air around him and lighting his senses on fire. He did all he could to dampen down his reactions, though. Thanks to their earlier correspondence, Daemon was aware that Jaenelle was again only barely leaving her childhood years. It would not do for his nature as her (future?) Consort, lover and husband to be on full display.

When he burst through the door, though, the very first thing Daemon did was fall to his knees and wrap his arms around Jaenelle, breathing in her scent like a man starved for air.

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[info]the_living_myth
2009-05-18 05:12 pm UTC (link)
Jaenelle jumped up happily to see Daemon there and then she froze. Something was... wrong. He was on the ground, hugging her, and her hands ended up resting on his hair.

A normal girl her age would have thought it was just odd, but Jaenelle knew more about Daemon than most people did. She knew he was a Warlord Prince who understood what she was, or at least, that she was more than what others thought she was.

She remembered Saetan's Protocol lessons, and her voice changed when she spoke.

"Prince."

It was the only way, she knew, to bring him back.

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[info]sadist_in_black
2009-05-18 05:36 pm UTC (link)
He hadn't expected it to be so bad, but Daemon supposed he should have expected it. When they'd first met in Terreille, and even when they'd first reunited in Kaeleer, his connection to her had been strong and immediate. But he wasn't that man any longer. Daemon, as far as he was concerned, had spent the last few years in constant proximity to Jaenelle, had been so close to her physically and emotionally that their scents were nearly always mingled in his mind. And in the short time he had been separated from her in this new world, the need to be near her had grown into a hunger that Daemon hadn't understood the depth of until she was there again.

Below his relief and gratitude was a different, darker rumbling. A frustration that he was again to be denied the full measure of their destined relationship. But all of that was forgotten when she spoke his title.

Jaenelle's words, spoken in that midnight voice he knew like his own, arrested Daemon's thoughts like the crack of a whip, or the touch of ice against his spine. He straightened immediately, backing off from the embrace and feeling the desperate need abate for the moment.

"Lady," he replied, voice formal and almost stiff. "My apologies."

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[info]the_living_myth
2009-05-18 05:45 pm UTC (link)
She nodded her head once, then smiled as if the whole thing had been forgotten. Her voice, when she talked next, was back to being Jaenelle the girl instead of Witch.

"I missed you, Prince. I'm glad that you made it. I can't seem to find any nutcakes around here..." She started air-walking away from him, intent on her mission.

"And there are no Kindred here! At all!" She shouted over her shoulder at Daemon before stopping mid-air and turning to fully look at him.

He seemed... sad was the wrong word. Not himself. She wasn't sure how to say it or what to think, exactly. She air-walked back to him and touched his arm gently. "You're here, and I'm here, and no one can hurt us again. Ever." Maybe that, she thought, was what was bothering him.

"Daemon...?"

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[info]sadist_in_black
2009-05-18 05:56 pm UTC (link)
"I missed you, too--" Daemon began, but Jaenelle, very much her younger self once more, had already bounded away from him. Pushing himself back up to his feet, Daemon followed-- not so much in the girl's footsteps, he mused, as in her wake. He nodded as she headed back in his direction at last.

"No Winds, either." He shook his head. "Although our ability to use Craft seems unaffected, I don't think there are any other Blood in this entire world. If there are, I cannot sense them."

A moment later, Daemon knew he had been found out. Concern filled Jaenelle's blue eyes and her touch on his arm was soft and inquiring. He placed a hand he hoped was cool and dry on hers.

"It's nothing, Lady. Just some disorientation, thanks to our new surroundings."

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[info]the_living_myth
2009-05-19 01:43 pm UTC (link)
Jaenelle's eyes turned sapphire just as her voice became the one that Witch used, and Witch was displeased with Daemon's answer.

"I have taken you to the Misty Place, to show you who I really am. Don't lie to me, Prince. Not now."

She could heal, but she knew there were parts of Daemon that might not ever heal the right way. Still, she touched his hand back in reassurance, trying to understand exactly what he was avoiding telling her.

*The truth. Please,* she sent on a psychic thread aimed only to him.

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[info]sadist_in_black
2009-05-19 02:23 pm UTC (link)
The midnight voice came again, and for all its sharpness, the sound sent warm waves through Daemon's body. Just to hear Witch made him respond, no matter what face she wore on the outside.

Daemon straightened. *I... am not the Daemon Sadi you know, Lady. This world, those vortexes that brought us here, they are capable of drawing people from all worlds, all times. I am from what would be considered about fifteen years in your future.*

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[info]the_living_myth
2009-05-19 03:33 pm UTC (link)
She had not expected this as an answer. It explained why Daemon was acting differently... but not exactly. She kept her gaze focused on his golden eyes before continuing to try and find out what else he was hiding.

*15 years. In 15 years, have I died? Has something happened that Tangled Webs would be able to let me discover?*

The voice went away, and she was just Janelle, just a little girl who was a little bit scared now because even if Briarwood wasn't here, something was still wrong and Daemon wouldn't talk to her. Her voice was just a whisper.

"Are we... are we not friends anymore, Daemon?"

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[info]sadist_in_black
2009-05-19 04:02 pm UTC (link)
Daemon reached out a hand, cautious and hesitating, understanding what it was that the girl before him needed, but not sure that he would be able to properly give it to her. Almost immediately, he shook that thought away. Jaenelle was Jaenelle, and he would do whatever he had to if his Lady required it. He placed his hand on her cheek and gave her a warm half-smile.

"We are very good friends, Jaenelle. We are close, you and I. Very close."

He let the words hang in the air. Unlike the man who had met Jaenelle at this age, Daemon was well aware that the girl was savvy regarding certain mature truths in a way he had not originally anticipated. That memory, though, prompted him to add, "And very happy."

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[info]the_living_myth
2009-05-19 04:17 pm UTC (link)
She smiled brightly and moved closer to Daemon, her arms around him in a tight hug. "I like being friends with you, Daemon. You're the only one who really understands everything about me, I think. Well. Except for Saetan, I guess."

She looked up at him and saw the smile on his face, then covered her own mouth. "That's what's different about you... you're smiling!" She gave a mock gasp, then sat on air next to him.

"Are we... really that happy in 15 years? Am I still good to you?" It was one of her greatest fears, even now. What would happen when she grew up? Would she stop thinking about the uncles, would Daemon be able to still want to be friends (or more?) after being a pleasure slave?

"I don't want to hurt you. Ever."

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[info]sadist_in_black
2009-05-19 04:26 pm UTC (link)
He let an arm curl around Jaenelle's slender form and settled against her, taking comfort in the thought that while the form was not as he'd become accustomed to, the spirit that he loved more than anything in any Realm was there, untouched and unchanged.

In fact, said a voice in the back of Daemon's mind, this was a Jaenelle who had not been through the trauma of being raped, had not been brought bloody and broken to Cassandra's Altar. She was a new chance.

Daemon's smile widened as Jaenelle's excitement infected him. "You are wonderful to me. If occasionally also frustrating and exasperating," he added. "But then, you wouldn't be Jaenelle if you weren't sometimes. But you will never hurt me, I know."

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[info]the_living_myth
2009-05-19 04:38 pm UTC (link)
Her eyes widened at him and then she pouted. "I do not act like that! You males are the snarly ones. I can tell just from Saetan and you and all my male friends." It was true! Jaenelle didn't think she would ever be able to really understand males.

Maybe she just didn't speak male.

She leaned into Daemon happily, though, snuggling against him. She waited to see if he would freeze or get tense, the way he used to whenever she would want to touch him or hug him.

"Can I go back with you? I don't like Dallas. It's hot and lonely." She was still pouting a little bit. "Please, Daemon? Take me back with you. If you don't, I'll be very cross with you," she added, a touch of queen in her voice.

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[info]sadist_in_black
2009-05-19 05:07 pm UTC (link)
Daemon laughed, a hundred different memories calling for attention at once. "Oh, don't judge our nature like that," he teased. "All we want to do is serve and protect." And that, the Warlord Prince reminded himself, was exactly the reason why he would do all he could to keep disappointment or wistfulness from his manner with Jaenelle. Her best interest was his only concern.

He patted Janelle on the arm, leaning slightly back into her in response. "I was hoping you'd ask that," Daemon told her. "I'm going to have to speak to some people, the ones in this world who are tasked with negotiating the law of the land-- lawyers, they're called-- but I think it might be arranged."

Something in the reactions of those he'd made inquiries of implied to Daemon there might be some difficulty, but there was no problem he wasn't willing to fix, vanish or eliminate in order to make it happen.

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[info]the_living_myth
2009-05-20 03:00 pm UTC (link)
"Might be arranged?" Jaenelle frowned. That wasn't acceptable. It had to be arranged. Both she and Daemon wanted it, so what was the trouble? He was her friend.

She thought about his words, though, and then her eyes darkened a bit. "You would never hurt me, either, if that's what the lawyers think." Then she thought more about what Daemon was and wasn't saying to her. She pulled away slightly, just so she could see his face.

"In 15 years, I'm not your friend. Am I?" It wasn't really a question. "We're happy. And close." The puzzle pieces began to fall into place, and her eyes lowered as she hoped something that couldn't really be true. Could it?

"Daemon, what am I to you?"

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[info]sadist_in_black
2009-05-20 03:30 pm UTC (link)
"Even as a ward of the court," Daemon explained, "there are still a great many laws regarding your welfare as a minor. And the fact that I am unmarried does not necessarily ease the minds of many people." His jaw tightened. In their world, the most Daemon would have had to put up with were rumors and innuendo, and he cared so little about the opinions of others that such things amounted to nothing. But here, he had to tread so much more lightly.

He let out a sigh as Jaenelle pierced her way through his prevarications. Perceptive; she was without a doubt the Jaenelle he'd known, almost infuriatingly perceptive.

Daemon's first thoughts were of protecting Jaenelle from inconvenient or awkward truths, but he found he could not lie to her outright. He fished long, elegant fingers into the pocket of his black jacket and retrieved a gold band. "You're my wife," he whispered, eyes on the ring.

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[info]the_living_myth
2009-05-20 03:54 pm UTC (link)
Jaenelle just stared at the ring, saying nothing. Wife. Had he married her, or married Witch? What did he think of her? Did they do more than hold hands? Why would he want to marry her, considering all the awful things that he'd gone through as a pleasure slave?

Did he do it out of loyalty?

Was he her pleasure slave? She shivered at that thought and quickly tried to think of something else. Something good. Something like... like reading together. That was fun. They both liked that. But she couldn't take her eyes off the ring. She couldn't even touch it.

The only people she'd known who were married were her own family members, who weren't exactly the sort of people she thought of as "happy". She ended up leaning against Daemon, staring at the ring, silent.

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[info]sadist_in_black
2009-05-20 04:09 pm UTC (link)
The ring turned over and over between the fingertips with their black lacquered nails.

"I was broken-- shattered-- and you made me whole again. I was lost, and you gave me a home. I was almost completely alone, and you gave me a family. You gave me a reason to live and become a man I never imagined I could be. I love you with all my heart and soul."

Daemon's voice was quiet and tight. It wasn't until he started to say the words that he realized how close they were to his wedding vow.

"And if I seem out of sorts, it is because I can only go so far to show you how much."

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[info]the_living_myth
2009-05-20 04:48 pm UTC (link)
Shattered? Jaenelle felt awful that something else awful had happened to Daemon. But she fixed it...? Well, of course she would. She tried her best to help him when he was at the Angelline Estate.

But love...? She looked up at him and smiled a little before taking the ring away from him and inspecting it. Satisfied, she took Daemon's hand and put the ring on his finger, then pecked his cheek lightly.

"Nobody ever loved me before." Well, that wasn't exactly true; she had a few friends and Saetan, too. Andulvar and Prothvar. But no one ever said it the way Daemon just had, in a way that made her feel that it was okay to hold his hand and do silly things with him, and that he wouldn't look at her and be scared of what was inside her, either.

"I didn't know you would want to show me... anything else," she said truthfully, still holding his hand in hers.

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[info]sadist_in_black
2009-05-20 05:07 pm UTC (link)
Something stung Daemon's eyes as he watched Jaenelle take the ring from him and fit it to his finger. Its weight was familiar and for the first time since removing it, his hand felt proper again. Daemon took the gesture as he was sure his Lady intended it, and let their closeness soothe the disappointment and longing.

"Not true," he corrected. "I always loved you," Daemon insisted. "From the very first moment, even when I didn't know it."

There was a kind of warmth in his cheeks at Jaenelle's comment, as close to a blush as one was ever to see touch the face of Daemon Sadi. "Yes, well... when we were finally able to have a real life with one another, we wanted to have all of that life."

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[info]the_living_myth
2009-05-20 06:03 pm UTC (link)
"Really?" Jaenelle felt safe, which wasn't a feeling she usually had. Not with Briarwood or her family, or Territory Queens being awful, or a lot of things. So maybe this place wouldn't be so bad, then. She could be with Daemon and just feel... safe.

She pecked his cheek again, and looked down, not sure what else she could give to him. She was 12; Witch was ageless.

Jaenelle jumped, though, at the chance to learn more about them in the future. "What are we like? What do you do? How is it done? What does it feel like?" Questions just kept coming excitedly out of her mouth, because if he loved her, then he had to tell her!

"What does all of our life mean, exactly?" Wide eyes gazed at Daemon's, waiting. Hoping. Wondering.

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[info]sadist_in_black
2009-05-21 10:45 am UTC (link)
Daemon chuckled, leaning over to return the kiss to her cheek before straightening up. Curious as well as perceptive, that was certainly how he remembered Jaenelle at this age. He offered the girl his left hand, the one where he again wore his wedding ring. Although Daemon knew he would probably have to place a small sight shield over it when in public, he would never remove it again.

"Come back with me. I'll answer some more questions on the way back to where I'm living." Not all her questions, at least that was Daemon's intention. He also recalled Jaenelle's penchant for inquiring about the most uncomfortably adult subjects with no hint of mischief at all.

"You should stay with me while we wait for the details to be finalized. If people don't like you living with me, they can go hang."

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[info]the_living_myth
2009-05-21 11:39 am UTC (link)
"I already said I'd go back with you," she pouted, chewing on her lower lip a little bit. "Let's go. Let's go now!" Jaenelle grabbed his hand and pulled him up with her, ready to leave Dallas behind and go live wherever Daemon was at.

She didn't care what other people thought because this world was different than her old home, the other Realms. And she didn't see the problem at all with living with Daemon, either.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief and then she giggled a little bit. "Come, Prince. I think we need to set up our new home." And then maybe she could make her Offering to the Darkness and maybe she'd get some Jewels that everyone could be proud of, too.

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