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A couple of farmers have been talking about sightings of a large wild cat of some kind, but when the try to chase after it to get a better...
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Bet you didn't know that the latest news is the performer on the net who goes by 'BlueEyed' is taking up schooling in Tallygarunga! Even s...
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No longer "AT", but we saw THAT coming.
It's official. Papers have been filed, and the unexpectedly long marriage of @Adele DeVylissea is over. Dear oh dear. At least the Drunk...
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Using Tally Gossip
Posting Gossip Small towns are notorious for gossip. The wizarding community that inhabits Narragyambie and Tallygarunga is no exception. B...
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Welcome to the Black Parade
Blacky's Characters Always up for plots and new things, so feel free to toss in ideas!   Amanda (Amy) Lee7 | Description ...
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Vil's wildlings
Plots! Splots! Spots! Lots! Socks! ... okay I'll stop now As a general rule I'm pretty much down for anything. I don't hugely enjoy f...
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Rika's Plotter
Savannah Ryan - Profile Link:  15 ] Bourke Student ] 5th Year ] Auli’i Cravalho  Wants:  I am all for basically anythin...
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Rika's Plotter
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Unflushable...
Rachel was like that floater that just refused to flush... And it was Audrey's self-designated job to be there for him and the kids whenev...
Miss Piggy Del
"What a delightfully ugly snort there, Adele! Don't tell me the pink cheeks are spreading and affecting your brain, I'm not sure how I'll ...
Blood to Blood, Shade to Shade
"...The other part owner is basically dead, and his wife is a swamp donkey. She let the place go and refused to do anything to save it, so...
Unwavering Faith
"Mamiere will cook." Caleb interjected, before looking squarely at Zane. "And then you will die." ...
Adoptables
Kristen James
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Thomas Blair
Co-CEO of PartyBox, Events Manager One of Stu's infamous 'Blair Triplets' Was a prankster in Spencer with his siblings Co-CEO of a successful party business w...
Kora Karras
Up to you...
Adam Longhurst
Interior Designer Is the twin brother of Matthew Belmont Currently has custody of his half-siblings, Aiden and Valerie Longhurst Has been in a...
Alison (Surname)
Main occupation up to player | Base guitarist in Franklin Struck Gold squib born to wizard parents, though was still placed in wizarding school in the hopes that she might prove to just be a late bloomer (...
Lily Quinland
Bilby Student...
Emily Burdett
Single Mother Youngest sister of Alan Burdett Former Flinders, class of 2001 Protective baby of the family Has a daughter from a sca...
Kalea Taylor
Fifth-Sixth Year Is either in her fifth, or sixth year. Age dependent on what year she's in, and time of year born [hence the range] Excellent came...
Liam Burdett
Public Relations Representative Youngest of the Burdett brothers Of his siblings, is closest to Liz Works for the Australian Federal Ministry of Magic as a ...
Tamarah Blair
Star Quidditch Chaser One of the infamous Blair Triplets Has a love for all sports, but always especially for Quidditch Was picked up to play for...
Morgan Richter
Seventh Year Parents: Mason Richter & Carlotta (Last) Raised solely by her mother Mother is at least half Brazilian, father is parti...
Timothy Blair
Co-CEO of PartyBox, Chef One of Stu's infamous 'Blair Triplets' Was a prankster in Spencer with his siblings Co-CEO of a successful party business w...
Petros Karras
Job up to you...
Elizabeth Burdett
Waitress - Melbourne Eldest of the Burdett sisters Struggling actress Among her siblings, closest to Liam Does not enjoy country life ...
Lilah Karras
Bilby...
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Stella King
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Characters
Lilith Evenstar
24 ☆ pb ☆ hu Lilith becomes known to any community she joins very quickly, owing to her outgoing nature. She is fair and frank, preferring to be honest...
Lorelei Valentin-Blair
15 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human To say Lorelei's personality is complex would be an understatement. She holds a deep intelligence that is clearly abnormal for a young ch...
Lucy Fischer
27 ☆ hb ☆ hu Headstrong | Stubborn | Spontaneous | Loyal | Adventurous | Strong in her convictions ...
Keith Anderson
45 ☆ hb ☆ hu Keith is a shy person when he is in a new place. However, once you get to know him, you realize he is a fun loving, down-to-earth kind of ...
Maks Valentin
9 ☆ pb ☆ hu Maks is a cheeky little boy with a honey badger attitude to go along with it. Always cheerful, and willing to do whatever he wants and nee...
Sage Morgan
28 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human Sage is very academic and very creative. She is sharp-minded but gets obsessed with one thing or the other. She is a good friend and she h...
Hine Parata
16 ☆ hb ☆ hu While she likes to define herself as strong and athletic, her strength is in persistence. She has a tendancy to complete what she starts, ...
Siwan Llewellyn
16 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human Organized and studious, but erring on the aloof and dreamy side of it. Siwan spend so much time traveling, that it was difficult for her t...
Jezebel Blair
25 ☆ hbr ☆ sc Jezebel is generally a friendly and understanding person in most aspects, this is because through her life growing up she herself has had ...
Elektra Devereux
31 ☆ mb ☆ hu Ely takes most of her life's problems on the chin. Most. For the rest, she usually hides it behind a mask of dry humour and sarcastic rem...
Alan Burdett
50 ☆ pb ☆ hu As a general rule, Alan is open, honest and likes to have a joke around. He was a Spencer student in school, and well known for his pranks...
Jason Miller
38 ☆ pb ☆ hu Jason is a very colorful guy. A fun-loving individual, he loves to be around a crowd of people, having fun and cutting up when it's accept...
Viktor Valentin
27 ☆ hbr ☆ dh Viktor is a fairly quiet man, but is more than comfortable with engaging in conversation with others, even those he has not met before. No...
Grant Thomas
25 ☆ hb ☆ hu Grant is a shy but smart guy, incredibly loyal to his friends. ...
Stella King
20 ☆ mb ☆ hu Stella is rather reserved and guarded.  Her family was close knit and traveled a lot.  She never had an actual home as a kid as the fami...
Gerry Richter
16 ☆ Muggleborn ☆ Human Gerry has always been very strong-willed. She knows what she likes, what she doesn't, and she seldom bends to any who aren't in her closes...
Boaz Izem
30 ☆ mb ☆ hu Boaz would tell you he has led a fate filled life, full of dramatic personal relationships. This has led him to believe that he has all th...
Vladimir Valentin
27 ☆ hbr ☆ dh Vladimir is one of the quietest people a person could ever meet. The man hates intruding upon the affairs of others. He respects everyone ...
Penny Quinland
27 ☆ pb ☆ hu Stubborn, willful and determined to accomplish her goals, Penny has proven that even if there were some detours along the way, you can rea...
Leander Hue
26 ☆ Muggleborn ☆ Human While Leander is generally fair in grading, he dislikes untidy workspaces and is strict on his students in this area.  Lee loves organiz...
Caldwell Hughes
24 ☆ mb ☆ ww Clever - Stickler - Kind of a hard ass toward students - Can loosen up around the right people ...
Samhain Eros
16 ☆ hb ☆ hu Samhain is very quiet, and prefers to be on her own. She views people as untrustworthy, and tends to avoid them. However, she desperately ...
Stuart Blair
51 ☆ pb ☆ hu Considering he's the father of five Blair kids who were all Spencers (and a secret other one who ended up in Sturt), it would be fairly ac...
Naoki Nakamura
17 ☆ pb ☆ hu Player Friendly Fake Outgoing Fashionista Polite Casual ...
Violet Kalifa
28 ☆ hb ☆ hu Violet is incredibly tactile, but also very calculated and self conscious. While at first she may appear amiable she is very socially awar...
Savannah Ryan
15 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human You will find that Ava is bright and intelligent for her age. She has a playful kind of personality and an easy laugh. Ava enjoys being h...
Ashkar Gastrell
44 ☆ mb ☆ hu Ash is a man that seems to exude confidence. He wears this along with arrogance as a shield. Showing the world a Wizard who has little re...
Evony Wynter
16/17 ☆ Pureblood ☆ Centaur Evony is by default, a happy person. She enjoys the chance she has been given to attend schooling within the magical world and strives to...
Tony Wolfe
38 ☆ hb ☆ hu Srengths: Compassion- regardless of what others may think of him Tony has a rather large heart. He keeps it hidden as much as possible, th...
Rosmunda Townsend
32 ☆ pb ☆ vt Though she may appear stoic, practical and professional much of the time, Rosmunda is far from unkind or lacking in compassion. In fact, i...
Thomas Sollozzo
53 ☆ pb ☆ hu Thomas is a dangerous individual who enjoys nothing more in life than money, murder, and torture. Sociopathic by nature, he shows very li...
Tory Pierce
22 ☆ pb ☆ hu Tory has always been a tomboy who loved getting into scrapes. She is more courageous than is good for her, and particularly susceptible to...
Alexander Winfield
19 ☆ Halfbreed ☆ Sorceraic Alexander is an extremely friendly young man and enjoys the better side of life. He has already dealt with what it felt like and even now ...
Dylan Connell
38 ☆ Pureblood ☆ Human Dylan Connell can be considered a very grim sort of man on the surface, more of actions than words. Often when he -does- speak it is short...
Amea Nedvidek
25 ☆ hbr ☆ sc She's not easy to understand. She is for the most part, a cool calculating woman with a very serious look on life. She takes things person...
Gemini Demetra
22 ☆ hbr ☆ vt A good egg for the most part, Gem has always been free-spirited. Always eager to use her knowledge to basically turn whatever she can into...
Josie Wilson
22 ☆ Muggleborn ☆ Human Josie is, for the most part, an optimistic young woman. She loves life as it is, and wants to explore it--but one day at a time. She deals...
Maddison Harris
16 ☆ mb ☆ hu Maddie is like a rose, a delicate flower who can prick you with thorns if mishandled. She is a bit shy but a complete goofball around her ...
Iris Glauert
15 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human Iris is the type of girl that can easily overload herself. She likes to start projects, but not necessarily finish them, and her dreams ar...
Sean Rhodes
27 ☆ hb ☆ hu Sean is a serious soul, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t stand up for himself or others. He’s incredibly loyal and you can always...
Artemisia Bellerose
22 ☆ pb ☆ hu Having moved from one country to the next and then the next, Arti often had a problem making, or keeping, friends when she was younger and...
Daria Bishop
28 ☆ pb ☆ hu Many would say that Daria is the very definition of stubborn. The traits she has are almost a shock when you get to know her, she is outsp...
Caitlin Sullivan
36 ☆ hbr ☆ fr Cate would be considered a no-nonsense woman, which may sound strange when someone is told about her personal gifts and the fact that she ...
Igor Drakov
30 ☆ Pureblood ☆ Vampire Igor did have a fairly pleasant disposition, but through trauma inflicted upon him by his father, his attitudes and personality changed, ...
Stanley Pike
17 ☆ mb ☆ hu Pike struggles to take most things seriously when it comes to his education, magical or otherwise. While not outright disruptive, his eff...
Liam Somersfield
32 ☆ pb ☆ hu Liam is a very quirky soul. He's extremely depressed from previous life experiences but he hides it well by constantly joking around and b...
Amy Lee
7 ☆ hb ☆ hu Amy is a very quiet, sweet little girl. She will go out of her way to comfort someone else, and tends to be always grinning and happy. She...
Kate Belmont
48 ☆ pb ☆ hu Kate is Daddy's little princess all grown up. She's never had much of an interest in romance, beyond creating the odd scandal here and the...
Matt Belmont
51 ☆ hb ☆ hu Matt’s obsession with neatness and cleanliness is a defining part of who he is. He keeps detailed records of everything, organises his m...
Scarlett Fate
11 ☆ hb ☆ hu She is eccentric and very creative. She paints a lot and her favourite style of painting is abstract. She favours loud colours and messy ...
Derrick Ackers
26 ☆ Muggleborn ☆ Human A man who seems to always be looking for the next big thing in his life in the way of fun or simply an activity to do just to shake up th...
Tyson McKennis
17 ☆ Muggleborn ☆ Human Driven and Ambitious, Tyson's major noticeable traits is that he always finds something to work hard towards living under the shadow of h...
Salt Morgan
28 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human Salt is shy, anxious and has little confidence. She is nervous and insecure. She is kind and although awkward, she is welcoming and will o...
Rue Delaney
28 ☆ hbr ☆ fr Rue is odd. She’s always been odd. There’s just something mildly unsettling about her. It could be her eyes, that startling shade of ...
Zane Nedvidek
25 ☆ hb ☆ hu Serious. Sociopathic. Distant. These are just some words to describe Zane. He isn't much of a talker, but when he chooses to speak to you...
Aiden Longhurst
15 ☆ hb ☆ hu Aiden is ridiculously protective of his younger sister Valerie, and treats all new people with caution - especially men. When he first cam...
Ethan King
24 ☆ mb ☆ hu Energetic | Hyperactive | Friendly | Focused | Spastic | Inquisitive ...
Susan Summers
22 ☆ mb ☆ hu Frank and serious with little regard for easing the blow of opinions and facts. It’s not that she doesn’t care about people's feeling...
Mary Ohara
29 ☆ mb ☆ hu Mary is a rather ordinarily happy woman, though she might choose to express it a little more vehemently than others. Always talkative, Mar...
Eugenia Holtzer
16 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human Eugenia has always liked to take the lead, it's not so much that she desires leadership as much as it's the simple fact that she naturall...
Cassandra Sullivan
18 ☆ pb ☆ fr Wildcat, pocket rocket, little bundle of constant energy and amusement, there's a reason she needed to take up dancing to burn some of tha...
Lot Karras
38 ☆ hb ☆ hu ven when he appears self-controlled and calm there is a seething intensity of emotional energy under the placid exterior. Lot is like a vo...
Bryan Hawthorne
45 ☆ hb ☆ hu Bryan Hawthorne is a down-to-Earth kinda guy. He enjoys the simple things in life such as the great outdoors with camping and hiking. He l...
Holly Bennett
17 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human Holly is a little bit like marmite. People tend to either love her or hate her, well, a less extreme version of that. She is self confess...
Ikedi Azikiwe
43 ☆ mb ☆ hu Ikedi is the type of person you want in your corner. He is compassionate and caring, and incredibly driven. Because he was the eldest of t...
Audrey Adagathguarde
25 ☆ pb ☆ hu Happy, hyperactive, and peppy -- if there was a cheer squad then Audrey would be it. She can be almost childlike in her natural bubbliness...
Sturn Haviland
26 ☆ Halfbreed ☆ Veela The surface of Sturn Haviland can be very misleading, looking at the way she holds herself, speaks and moves one would think that the res...
Vladimir Valentin
527 ☆ pb ☆ hu Vladimir is a bit of a mix in terms of his personality, however the most noticeable feature of his is the fact that he is extremely calc...
Morgan Ohara
13 ☆ hb ☆ hu Despite her situation, Morgan is a very sweet girl. She is rather shy, and introverted, but isn't afraid to make friends. She just needs s...
Albertine Bellerose
Sixteen ☆ pb ☆ hu Albertine is an extroverted girl who due to feeling out of place in her current situation has become more introverted. She answers in cla...
Jonathan Azai
25 ☆ Halfbreed ☆ Fae Jonathan is an enigma of switching phases and no one personality or image he shows is entirely true only a fragment of what he wants to b...
Michael Grant-Jones
27 ☆ pb ☆ hu Michael is a complicated man, who has two distinct personalities; that when he is in public company and that when he is with his loved on...
Alic Eron
24 ☆ Halfblood ☆ Human Alic is a very mercurial person; he can be your worst enemy one minute, and your best friend the next. How he treats you depends on how he...
Marcus Carsen
25 ☆ Halfbreed ☆ Dhampir To narrow it down to a 'playful sort' would do Marcus a grand discredit. Being in the business of news and socially active there is a cert...
Adele DeVylissea
35* ☆ Halfblood ☆ Sorceraic There are two very distinct sides to Adele. One, is the happy, carefree, laid back person she would like to be all the time. During these ...
Eudoxia Miller
33 ☆ hb ☆ hu Eudoxia comes across to most people as cool and collected. She prides herself with always being in control of emotions, though she does no...
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Ut Prosim Family plots  Messy Plots  Friends!! Lots of Friends  Baby Mama Drama  Complex Histories  Criminal behaviors  ...
Blackbird
I'm simply one Hell of a writer Romance Slow-burn romance Angst Serious angst Seriously I love angst can't you tell my poor characters Lon...
Mousie
Always looking for: Awkward situations Family drama Best friendship goals Non-romantic mentor/mentee relationship...
ThistleProse
“I want to feel beautiful, for a little longer.” - Romance, from healthy to toxic to mediocre to deliriously Fairy Tale! - Friendship - good friends, bad friends, frenemies, etc. - Fa...
Poppy
I am pretty much open to any sort of plotting ^^ ...
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Music plots for Vladimir Crazy students being crazy for Big V (aka Vlad II) to deal with Fellow kidlets wanting to be friends wit...
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I am Awesome, that is All All the awkwards All the confused All the silliness All the family dramas All the action/adventure All the...
Chromatic
But first, coffee. Comfy plots that build character relationships.  Penny is in need of friends. Work friends, acquaintances and close friends. No rom...
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Allllll the plots.  Have something in mind then come talk, I'm open to basically everything.  ...
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I don't like quotes. Friendships (good and bad, old and new) Family drama Various form of feels Unrequited crushes Requited crushes ...
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Classmates and friends for Scarlett. First Years especially wanted. Friends, colleagues and drinking buddies for Salt. Fellow nature ...
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I just wanna feel such a beautiful sound. Enemies / Frenemies [particularly for Gerry, she needs people to get into actual fights with!] Friends [most of my roster desperat...
Heather
Friends - All the friends, good, bad, mentors, mentees, old, young, who cares! Family - Everyone needs family An evil future boyf...
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The Australian Home of Magic Tallygarunga is an 18+ post-Potter non-canon forum RPG, featuring Australia's only public wizarding school Tallygarunga.
Setting
Location: Rural Victoria, Australia
Current time: May 2018
Term Two: April 18th-June 30th
House Points
Flinders: 155
Sturt: 162
Bourke: 215
Spencer: 205
THE AUSTRALIAN HOME OF MAGIC

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Strands of Fate

If I could put everything that has been going through my mind down on paper I'm pretty sure I could make not only a novel, but a best selling one at that. I am not even sure where to start with everything to try and get my mind nice and clear, just to gain a bit of grasp on this crazy ship that has been my life since entering Tallygarunga. No. . . That may have been the explosion in the chamber. . . But the bullet in this scenario was definitely finding out that I not only had a Sister but that my Mother was more than just alive and Healthy.  I can tell that everything is still new to Del, this far into the months of us all getting to know one another and not given a proper time to actually mend those bonds. There always seems to be something that happens that tests just how strong we'll be as a family - Whether that be the revelations of our Mother, the sudden realization that one of Adele's ex's is a psychopathic murderous bastards, or the situation that has led Lei to be in a permanent sleep. I am not sure really how well she's doing. . . I decided to stay away, with me being an antithesis to what is needed I'd only make the scenario much more difficult.  All of what has went down I can't say has been all bed. . . For starters, Caleb has gotten really good at playing the guitar lately! That and it seems like he's opening up bit by bit, of course, it's going to take some miracle to probably get him to be more considerate of Jezebel. Managed to meet the man who Lillian probably put a charm on to sleep with her, I mean, I don't see it! How?! Pops is well... More like me than I had thought, at least I know what people meant saying 'You're just like Rheldor'. A Lot of similarities and not just in how we look. No. . . Personality wise? I some how inherited that from him.  Also got to understand a bit better on Bethianna, she's perhaps the same mystery as Lillian just in the opposite direction. As much as she tries to keep an arms length I can tell, I think almost everyone can tell, she cares about me. Which, I mean, is fine. I actually am really fond of her and I know Adele has been through hell and back with her and no doubt the same way Lillian views some of her own kin, Bethianna - probably is the same way in some level. But the truth of it all is she is actually a caring and strong woman, not to mention, there is just this motherly gentleness about her. It also could just be the fact I now know she is the one who has been keeping me alive for the most part, that she had stood for my life and giving me the chance.  She also slapped me the name 'Alexander' in honor of the very formidable, 'Alexander the Great'.  It all seems like there is supposed to be a larger purpose compared to most that are like me of our race. . . Even the visions, they're becoming much or defined as I sleep but that also could be due to the fact it senses an impending decision being made that will decide whether I not only live or die, but what quality of life I will have on survival. The reading still points to 'Death', a new beginning, a rebirth.  But I am not afraid, I am ready. I -will- conquer There is no other reason larger than me -wanting- to live, I have a desire to see through this life. Everything else? I secondary, it doesn't diminish its importance to me, their importance to me. I want more time with my Nieces and Nephew. I want to be able to understand Bethianna more, even if she doesn't accept it she's much more of a mother to me and that is more on some kind of subconscious reaction rather than me actually acting on it. Just those feelings.  In that same breath, though? I need Mother to see that her way and walk is corrupted in so many ways. Which is... Much more difficult when a person has much more knowledge, experience, and years, than you ever will. Her ways are set and maybe that isn't what I am trying to change, because cognition - perception - is always ever changing. Whether short-lived or long-lived, she needs to understand that the pain she holds isn't hers alone. She inflicts it on those she distances herself from and denies that she has 'Love' for us, but I can see, I can tell.  Being a partial Seer, I have realized that it has given me insight into people much easier. Able to pick them apart and those that are often reserved speak louder than they may think. I see passed the surface, the deep well that is within them.  Of course, there were a few things that had eluded me. . . The first? Being that something has been tampering with my body - I am not losing energy as quickly as I expected. I am grateful but I would prefer whatever it is would reveal itself.  The other? That'd be Cassandra, my wife, woah... Still weird to write even weirder to think I am already married! But I don't regret, she is definitely 'The One'. But more importantly. . . It seems the part of her eluding both her and myself had bene her true nature, her Full fae nature. I didn't think that was possibly hearing her heritage even considering Cate but maybe. . .? I haven't told her yet because for one thing, I am not even sure how to even bring up that kind of a thing. Mother and Bethianna dropped loose hints but it took Violetta to make those two pieces come into the puzzle of realization.  Whether Cassy Bear expects it our not? I don't know. But I also don't know if Cate knows and if she does know? Me telling her before that time table may just make their already tense relationship tenser. That.. That is something I don't want on my conscious, the two of them need to not face this. Especially, with the whole, 'We're Married!' debacle people are going to be forced to deal with it.  Everything is just so much crazy, too crazy, to not see the weaving of fate's hands in the midst. This, is all a test, to see how well we all will stand up afterwards. The Labyrinth of life and pain challenge us, it seeks to understand our mettle and how we cope, how we stand afterwards. To see if we're ready for the true obstacles that will appear soon after, and you know what I say?  Bring it on.
 

Confusion on the Crossroads

Not entirely sure how I found myself in this very blazing predicament, as much as I enjoy the uncertainty of what a blaze can consume this is probably one of the few times I am utterly unsure about anything. Speaking,. of course, metaphorically - It has been sometime since I considered anything 'serious' in terms of relationships. There has been the occasional bed buddy and I can't forget good ol' Luce, who was much more consistent in that path. But nothing beyond friends with benefits evolved from that and really we're better friends than anything, I know I can trust the woman as much as I trust Auds. Then again. . . Trusting that feisty brunette is what ended me up in the middle of this field where I find myself more at a loss of direction than anything.  I mean, Eleza's been dead for a few years now and somehow, some way, I still feel as if I am. .. Betraying her?  It's not even logical I probably shouldn't even be viewing things that way. Part of me just can't seem to slip out of that which meant I had to power through with much more force and determination. Interest makes me try, wariness makes me want to back off and also makes me want to glare at Audrey. One of the few people that knows better than most my actual reason on why I never actually ran towards any long-standing relationship. LO AND BEHOLD!  She decided that it was an executive freaking decision to set me up on this path. Aaaah, serves her right, that's why soon after her and good ol' Al-Pal started hooking up and getting the good hip romping in.  That still pales in comparison to the fact I found myself constantly going to see Artemisia. She's an interesting person and it doesn't hurt that she's willing to go with the flow of an evening or moment without a second thought. Then, taking in mind, that she has her own level of hurts and pains? Yea. . .  It makes this all the more seemingly clear a setup. Even though we both know it we some how fell into the trap willingly by going along with it genuinely afterwards. But what do you get really for pressing two wounded people so close to one another? Will they manage to seal up the wound within the other? Or will that wound just tear up?  Will the pain ever truly start? What is the lingering effect and meaning behind it all? She still has yet to meet Janet, and truthfully? I am afraid of that possible prospect. . . And I ain't fraid of nothin' in any other circumstance. But that deeper feeling and knowledge is that I know this woman about as well as she knows me, and I know, without a shadow of a doubt Janet would most likely approve. If only to keep me preoccupied or even to keep me from splitting form the country again. But her vocal acceptance is much more different than the shadow knowledge of knowing she does approve, I can make a reasoning behind her -not- actually feeling it all. But add power to the whispers, tangibility to what you see as only a shade, and it becomes much more impactful. Meaningful.  Wizard's Stars. . . Eleza I am not even sure what to do or how to walk. I carry on an optimistic tune by the weight of your death weighs and effects everything even to this day... Even though I know you wouldn't approve of me living like that.  At least. . . I know she's about as uncertain and cautious as I am due to the past pains. But eventually we'll need to decide if we're either going to leap off and fly like Phoenixes or burn out in the aftermath.   
 

Telokhranitel' | телохранитель

6 May, 2018 For the last few weeks I have been stationed at the home of Stuart's mother, charged with watching over the home, and watching over Améa in her current state. The events of the party last month still have not left my mind, though I suppose it goes without saying. I saw magic unfold that I had not thought was even possible. I saw my brother succumb to the beast within our blood without a second thought when he saw what happened to my niece Lorelei.  In the time since the incident, however, I have gotten used to the situation at hand. The triplets are often here, which I always enjoy - the children are very dear to me, and have helped me cope with my own troubles. Anastasia and Viktoriya even came over to visit with everyone, which is always full of amusement, though I try to keep my face as neutral as possible.  The one factor I was not entirely prepared for was Mary and her... insistence in feeding me.  As a Dhampir, my need for solid food and drink is not as necessary for survival as in the full blooded human being. If I had a steady source of blood, then perhaps my need for food would be even lessened, but I do not have this luxury. Even so, it is very strange to experience Mary and her ways. She is a lovely woman, to be sure, but nevertheless it has taken some getting used to. I know I have not put on any weight since I have begun to stay at the home, but there are days when after the evening meal, my trousers do feel a little tight around the waistline. It would be rude otherwise to deny my gracious hosts. I have not become complacent despite all of the hospitality. I have been given a task after all, and I cannot fail. I cannot be a disappointment again. They do not know what I have to atone for, and I truthfully do not plan on telling anyone. If, if, there were one individual I would not have much of a qualm in discussing my past and the emotional turmoil that occurred, it would be Améa. I cannot at the moment burden her with any of that. No, not when she is the battery they spoke of, and we must make certain that she does not tap into any of it. Seeing her as a child has taken some time to get used to. I must stop writing for the moment, as the triplets are here and they wish for me to play the cello for them. I must oblige them; perhaps Améa will want to listen to it as well. I shall continue writing at another time.
 

Prelyudiya | Прелюдия

31 March 2018 How strange it is to be back in Melbourne after so many years away. It is wonderful to see mother and father on a daily basis, of course. To see Anastasia and Viktoriya, Viktor and Jezebel. The triplets and Lorelei have grown. And yet, none of them can quite understand what I have experienced in my time before and immediately after departure to Moscow for the symphony. What option did I have? Hardly any - it served as the perfect escape from the gaping hole that had been stabbed into my heart those many years ago. Having returned back to Australia however, for all the experience that my time away gave me, to afford me the prestigious title of the Maestro of the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra, it was not the best thing for my emotional state. To be completely and totally alone is a horrible experience. Viktor and Jezebel have been wonderful, of course. They have welcomed me back into the fold with open arms, inviting me over to dinners and afternoon tea. True, there were pieces of information I was given that was serious in nature, but to balance those moments out, I was gifted the ability to simply spend time with them for the sake of being there. I do not talk, but that does not mean I do not feel - something many seem to not correlate. I find spending time with the triplets and Lorelei have helped since I returned to Melbourne. The children are incredibly intuitive - Veronika especially, though perhaps that is merely my own self-bias coming into play, as she seems the one most attached to me of the four children. I find it interesting considering I know she is not of my own blood - she is Améa's child, from that night in the library.  At the very least Viktor knows now. Hiding that from him for all these years has been difficult at best. But my word is worth its weight in gold, and I would not falter with such a secret. Not with news of this Zane creature and the history behind him.  If I ever met the cretin, I am not certain I could hold myself back - from what little I know, and from how I witnessed Améa that day in Narragyambie, the man does not deserve a day in the sun. The event tomorrow should help, however. Viktor and Jezebel tell me there will be many people, and I will have to try my best to associate with them as normally as possible, all things considered. My social skills have certainly been stunted. It is one thing to play the cello for the masses - they sit in their seats and listen with their ears, and leave once the performance is over. It is another thing entirely to have to greet each individual and converse. So much can be said with so little, and yet not many seem to understand this. No. Enough of these negative thoughts. Tomorrow will be a day of fun. Viktor even gave me instructions on what sort of costume I should wear to fit the theme. So many people will be there, and I must do my best, even if it means to hide my own anxieties and troubles deep down into the depths of my mind and soul, so that no one can see the depth of the struggle.  I do believe I will try to stay close to the children. Their intuitive and loving natures aside, Lorelei, Valerian, Violetta, and Veronika are all still children - their sorceraic and dhampiric bloodlines aside, and children are indeed oft to get into trouble. Anastasia and Viktoriya taught me much in their own youth, and to this day. I will hopefully see Améa as well - I cannot quite explain why I seem drawn to her. Perhaps it is her own silent nature kindred to mine own. I recall her from the days at Tallygarunga, and more recent events. Flora did seem awfully keen on the two of us as well... I should very well stop writing now, though, before I allow myself to get carried away. Tomorrow I shall hopefully have brighter things to say regarding the party. For now, I must attempt to sleep.
 

For What Is Deserved

I think Mrs Mary is surprised to see me writing. It's no secret that I failed many years at Tallygarunga due to poor language skills, and that my speech is not as fluid as that of my family. They forget (or don't realise) that I don't speak English natively. Even years after Grandmiere deposited me here in the hopes that Mamiere would take care of me, I still find it awkward and difficult. I don't understand why Mamiere insists on speaking it at all, especially among our own---our language is far more beautiful and expressive. But she never has truly appreciated anything of home. I know I have no right to say that of her, I have my own ungratefulness to atone for. Home meant the possibility that we would encounter Mamiere or Jezebel, and so in my life with my husband, I did not visit. Though Grandmiere, and even Bethianna, came to beg. They too, gave up. I chose my husband over everything else, in the belief that I truly had nothing else. Jezebel is a far better candidate for Mamiere's position (and it was already painfully clear that being more likeable and closer to Mamiere would see her chosen for it, and not I), Mamiere still held me at a distance, and what little connection I did feel to any of those that were family... I knew could vanish as quickly as it appeared. Perhaps this was a mistake, but the logical choice was Zane.  He made me feel complete. Wanted, on such a total level. I didn't mind that he wanted me to himself, because I wanted him in the same way. It seemed only fair, and he gave me such security and a life more stable than any Mamiere had ever been able to. He had anger, he was not always kind, and he was not always gentle---I know he always loved me. And I always loved him. To such a level that I would surrender my own last breath if it meant he could take one more. I still feel much of that.  Now it is more complicated. My devotion to him is the cause of my sickness, and then there is Veronika.  Our daughter. He would love her, I know that. He wants for us to have children, he has always wanted children. And I... have always ensured it did not happen. This is the one thing I will not give him, whatever it takes to hold it back. I know he would never hurt a child, especially his own, but there are more hurts than he knows. I could not allow a child to live in the house where we fight, I could not allow them to see and to fear the things that I came to accept as part of our lives. I am an adult who chose to stay. I knew the cost. A child does not have that. It is the end for Zane and I. Not because I do not love him, or because I fear returning to his wrath. Because I could not bear to be parted with sweet Nika, and I will not allow him to know of her existence. This is my duty as her mother, and I have no regrets in breaking my own heart to save hers.  She will grow up not knowing her true father, as I did. Viktor is a fine man, though, and fills the role well. Nika deserves that. Watching them together, I miss my own father---rather, the man Mamiere left me with. He was a father to me.  It never mattered to him that I chose silence. Mamiere would get frustrated, command me to speak---and I would not. I decided very young that words were powerful, and people often talked more than they listened. Mamiere is a prime example. I don't see the value in idle chat, when I speak it is with purpose. Often there is no purpose to speak. Once he knew I was not fully mute, that it was a choice, Father understood that. He taught me to speak in different ways. He put a violin in my hands, and showed me how to say things that cannot be said in words. We played together often, up until the day of his death. I have not played since. Caleb knows this, and yet he pressures me to return to it.  But I cannot talk about Father. Not openly. I think it stings Jezebel that I do not recognise Mr Stuart as my father. I wish there was an easier way to explain why. Mr Stuart is a good and strong man, I do respect him. In any other world I would be proud to be his daughter, just as Jezebel is. But I was Father's daughter first, and in the ending of that I caused myself to be someone who is not deserving of Mr Stuart. Any time he is close, I feel the sickening guilt that reminds me of the choices I made, the reason I do not have a Father to welcome me back home. I remember balancing on a chair so we would be the same height while we played our duet, and I remember the intense sorrow and betrayal on his face when he realised I was killing him. I remember how that look froze on his face at the end, how his body ran cold while I sobbed upon it, and how Bethianna had to pry me away hours later---before I could be caught bloodied and weapon in hand. There is no reason that excuses what I have done. The gaping hole in my life, left by Father, is of my own making. What pain it brings is deserved. To have Mr Stuart fill it, to feel happiness and love like that once more? Why should I be allowed to escape the only true punishment I have been given for my actions? I don't know if Mamiere has told him this fact of me, I know it horrifies her. She has not told Caleb, nor David. She does not want them to fear me. I doubt she has told Mr Stuart. Would he hold me so close if he knew? At least I have my costume ready for Jezebel's "un-wedding". I am not sure about such a public event, given all that is happening---Zane may well stumble across such a thing. But I am looking forward to it still, it is always fun to watch the children play together. Mamiere is happy with David back, and Caleb has even developed his own fondness for Uncle Alex and his girlfriend. If I cannot be with Zane, I will be grateful for the family that does not leave.  Vladimir will also be there. I cannot tell if he thinks less of me for how he found me on the street that day, but he is wise enough not to say anything. Perhaps I should speak with him about it? I don't know. I feel I should at least thank him, I was in no condition to do so at the time. For now, I must go. It is time to feed the animals, and once that is done---Mrs Mary will ensure I eat until I burst.  ...I do love Mrs Mary, I think. She is much warmer and kinder than Grandmiere ever is. Except when she is stern, which is only with good reason. Jezebel is very lucky to have been placed with Mr Stuart, I could not imagine what it is like to be raised as she was.  I am glad that I can at least give that to Nika. 
 

My Dear of Blaze

It's been years. . . Yet even tonight the thoughts can't even escape from me. Another restless night, another vivid dream. Sometimes I wonder what I could have done that would have been different. Even slightly different. In the end nothing seemed to dawn on me as a difference in decision, the outcome would have been worse or the same - You shouldn't have done it. You had the time to run yet. . . - Nightly Musings of Derrick July 20th, 2010 - United Kingdom Derrick had found himself out on another night with Eleza, since the two had met at the beginning of the year they'd managed to travel a large breadth of the world with the help of magic. Even being a Veela of a well defined age she found a measure of fun in the ever so spontaneous human and the fact that they held an affinity towards the element of fire only seemed to be a puzzle perfect kind of a match. The moon stretched high in the sky in a quarter-crescent while the cool air breezed through the night, the two locked hand in hand together while Eleza's head leaned gently on Derrick's shoulder. "Oh come on, that's such a cheap thing to do! Skydiving? You have wings when you want to, what do I get?" The man grinned towards what seemed to be a platinum haired blonde who had quite the height on her, equaling Derrick's own. "You have a wand. That's good enough isn't it, Sparky? You don't expect a delicate angel like -myself- to carry you, do you?" Her eyes seemed to flutter a bit as if to suggest that it was a ludicrous idea. Derrick's hand lifted up and gently wagged at her in a playfully scolding manner. "I keep forgetting you have that edge on me, that's not cool. Using your wiles, all I have is my amazing good humor and the fact everyone just loves me. Uncontested fact." Their hands laced together and clutched as they continued their discussion on the next big thing that they had planned for their week in the UK. The UK had always been hectic and crazy and due to the high end of Pureblood heritages that seeped through some of the magic community it meant that both himself and Eleza were targets for the larger bigots and purists.  Yet, the woman had been confident that between the two of them things were well handled for the most part. "As if I would ever need to use my full charms with you. All I have to do is say fire~. . . Pyro~. . . And you go completely glossy-eyed for me." There had been a slight spark of a light up in his eyes as she mentioned the words and he playfully nudged his cheek against the top of her head. "Oh, think you know me that well? Just for that we're jumping over into some water. Let's see if you can swim~! That or we can settle with me just tossing a glob of oats in your face tomorrow morning. I haven't decided yet." He offered up a shrug as the both of them laughed lightly while shaking their head. This was a kind of blissful happiness neither of them had ever expected to gain, in Eleza's case, it had been quite a while since she found someone she could feel comfortable about all of her. Derrick, however, had never allowed himself to get so engrained into another person feeling obligated to take care of Janet. But, his sister had been older, she needed to fight and fend for herself which meant someone else needed his attention. "Just you wait, when we get back to Australia you're going to meet all the crazy crew. I think you'll really like Net and Addy. Cool people." Those were the major players in his life, not that he didn't keep in contact with Jezebel from time to time. But she had a life, even if they're friends now the last thing she needed was an old boyfriend around. "Ooo~? Meeting the 'people', You -are- taking this serious! You drag me half way across the world to different places and only now you decide we can visit your home? " There she went with that teasing that always managed to get to him.  As the two spoke, carelessly at that, they had passed by what seemed to be a group of Wizards that had been taking too much drink into their systems. The kind of wizards that were purebloods with a chip to pick at the changes to the laws that put their ideals on the side of being attacked. A simple signal was given with just a joust of their head as two of the four walked around through an alley as a shortcut and popped out just in front of Derrick and Eleza while the other two made a purposeful scuffle of their shoes behind the couple. "Oh, hey, can I help you gentlemen? If you're looking for the nearest store for some water. . . It's that way." He used a hand to point all the way towards the right of him self where it had mostly been an empty lot. Pretty much telling them to get lost. Eleza's positioning seemed to shift a bit to a more stern and readied stand while keeping to Derrick's side.  "Now that ain't anyway to speak to good tax paying folk." A man spoke up with a bit more authority while the others seemed to chuckle as if what had been said was funny. This was the clear ringleader of the group. He seemed to go on. "Done heard you had 'feathers', eh? Flying? What, ya' one of those Veela trashes? Shouldn't ya' be in some kind of mountain leaving humans away? Snaring another man away for your Siren's meal?" There had been a slight irritation in Derrick's mind just by the way the man spoke and the accusation and insults only seemed to make his eye twitch further. Eleza, however, had been stern and daring as stone - confidence in living long had grown such. "Ignorant and insufferable. . . You elitists always tend to get in way over your head that you aren't worth sweating." Her hand swept at her hair not the least be worried and more so trying to keep her angered contained from the petty insults.  In a chorus of movements the four thugs pulled out their wands which were of various designs and lengths. Nothing too uniformed. Derrick groaned lightly as he shook his head and unlatched his own wand which was nine-inched and made of Spruce. "So. . . I guess it's kind of -too- late to suggest we all just walk awa-" He didn't get a chance to actually respond as one of the thugs lifted up their wand to fling Derrick towards the side near the street to separate him from Eleza. The man rolled along the paved ground with a grunt as his skin peeled at the hands from the impacting and rolling. "Ugh. . . So yes. . .?" His hand pressed against the ground to try and expedite his rise back onto both feet.  Meanwhile, Eleza had flung a quickly formed fireball at one of them which impacted and set the coat ablaze. The thug that had been aimed at flailed about screaming at the top of their lungs until they dropped to the ground rolling around on it to douse the flames. Eleza kissed the tips of her fingers as a sly smile grew on her lips. "Too hot to touch. " The Veela had only begun to get warmed up until the ring leader started to step up and flicked his wand in a much more trained motion as a single bladed knife had been conjured up and pierced into the woman's left arm. The first blood had been officially shed and a wrathful grunt escaped from her. "Ngh. . . You shouldn't have done that!" Her anger switch had been flipped and that meant it was only going to grow from there as she flung another orb of fire this time at the ring leader and then grasped at the knife in her arm and tossed it the thug that had rolled to the ground to try and douse the flames. The other two that remained just behind her had started to wind up their own wands finally until a stream of fire coursed right in front of them to gather their attention towards the street. "I'm hurt, really hurt, that you forgot about me. Don't worry I like to make an intense introduction!"  Derrick flicked his wand once more this time to send a pulse that disarmed the two he had managed to distract before giving another quick succession flick to pulse out a stream of water that would impact against their bodies and knock them down onto the ground with a heavy thud that knocked the wind out of them. Their heads smacked against the pavement to at least daze them for quite sometime. "Two biggots down! It reminds me of our time back in the States!" He had started to turn around to see how well Eleza was doing and it seemed only the ring leader had been left to deal with at least until he had noticed he was staring down the end of a wand. Well, that looked like a semi-checkmate but it had been leveled to two against one, what more could this man do had been a passing thought for Derrick.  "Even if I get taken out here I'll make sure this Veela trash gets all the blame one way or another!" As the thug leader's wand whipped through the air it was a motion that Derrick recognized as cursed under his breath at his slowness. Even as he tried to lift up his arm a wave of arrows ejected from the tip of the wand and their piercing points aimed to take every vital opening possible - that was until a raging scream enveloped through the air and the sense of fire expelled out to burn only the first half of the arrows, Eleza needed time to be bought as she sprouted wings from her arms, and a beak seemed to elongate from her very face with talons growing into a razor sharp point.  One wing extended out as a shield with a painful screech that followed afterwards while using the rest of her body to cover Derrick's from any form of damage. Arrows littered through the shoulder, a few within her spine and lower back. "Eleza-?!" A single arm wrapped around the falling woman while his hand gripped his wand tightly. He made a quick tracing motion and then aimed his wand's point right towards the offending thug. "Expulso!" A pressure expelled out and impacted into the Thug with a massive boom and propelled him right into the wall with a harsh collision. Enough that his wand had dropped and his body slumped over onto the sidewalk. "Hey. . . Hey! Come on! Eleza, we need to get you to a hospital or something - somewhere!" The woman's head shook defiantly as she raised a hand to gently cup at Derrick's cheek. "You need to go. . . Sparky. . . You can't be. . . Implicated in this. I'd just drag you down so go. . .!" Her hand pressed along his shoulder to push him aside with what remaining physical strength had been within. Then finally her hand reached out to place an objected into his pocket and  to weave a presence of magic around Derrick to forcibly apparate him towards another part of the world that the two had been, purposefully smacking his wand away in the process to make it more difficult for him to return to the area.  "Wa-!?" He tried to call out to stop her and yet already felt the presence of his entire body being condensed and pushed away with this new force of magic. Disarmed, he'd have a much more difficult time even gathering up a pinpointed way back to that particular spot. Everything had moved so fast he didn't have time to consider where the surroundings had been either way. When his senses had come back he had glanced around to find himself in an entirely new part of the United Kingdom rolled out on some form of grass. "Crap. . . CRAP! Eleza!" Derrick tried to remember, where, when, how. But performing apparition wandless was a tricky bit and not even within his talent to get done without taking an extremely major hit. He closed his eyes to think of landmarks and from there he started to travel by a form of tram.  It took him until morning and there had already been a gathering of people and a team of Auror's on site. His cheek had been bitten into a bit until he noticed out of the corner of his eye that they had managed to miss something - His wand. Derrick walked a few bits away from scene and traced in the air 'Accio Wand'. Calling back what had rightfully belonged to him, coated in blood at that. Her blood. His teeth bit even tighter against his lower lip and began a strategic retreat to avoid anyone noticing him fully as someone that had been there. The necklace that Eleza had stuffed into his pocket just before she sent him away had been clutched within his palms enough to cut the skin.  He had lost a piece of himself, something that could have been prevented and all from him not being prepared enough - getting himself into a position where someone had to take a deadly blow for his life to go one.    I awaken every night with this pain, this knowledge, that maybe. . .Just maybe. .. It could have been slightly different. Nearly eight years later and I still can't move on.   
 

Even Heroes must Fade

February 25th, 2018 - Previous Day  Alexander had been straightening up his room in the dormitory and laying out the various materials that he'd need to go over through the week. Just because he was a Spencer didn't mean he had to be some kind of sloppy student. Especially considering he knew he had to work just a bit harder in order to make it over the hump within certain classes. He shook his head in frustration as he leaned against his desk with his head inclined to stare at the ceiling. Cass wasn't around tonight which was probably for the best as he had to rework his mind to dealing with how the family dinner had started. "A step at a time. . . Del will see that she can be trusted and is a good person. " So far it had been one surprise after another that day. Yet, he didn't regret it, not one bit considering he still managed to connect with a side of him that he never had the opportunity to meet before. Just as he was about to prepare himself for bed and get some rest for the school day his phone suddenly rang as an eyebrow arched upwards - this late at night? He reached over to his desk to grab up the cellphone. "Yea, this is Alex - what's u-" His eyes squinted as the voice on the other end began to speak. "Yes, Mister Winfield? This is Doctor Harriman calling to let you know that your Father's condition has started to decline rapidly. Are you able to come in? I don't think he has much longer.'  A swelling feel swept within his throat and it took him a few minutes to find his voice while a cold sweat swept along his brow and entire body at such a rapid condensation that he could feel his clothing cling to his body. "I. . . Y-Yes. I mean, yea, I can get there. I'll be there in a few minutes!" His Father, Darryl, had been hospitalized since the end of January dealing with Cirrhosis of the liver. They hadn't caught it in time, not that the man would have even went to the hospital with the responsibilities that had been shuffled onto his plate. All Alexander left on his desk was a note, hastily scrawled and settled on his desk. "At Hospital, Don't know when I'll be back."  Such a cryptic but it was the best he could do as he quickly grabbed Sapphire and sped out of the dorm room in a blaze not stopping for any voices or any shuffling, not even considering the rules of curfew at this point. He'll deal with the backlash if there was any when he returned.    February 26th, 2018 - Current Day As if it weren't bad enough that he left such a horrible note his phone also had to be turned down entirely even vibrations meaning direct contact by line would be impossible. There he sat in a personal room where various machines had been propped up and cluttered around the bedframe as if they were the fans of a dying man. How morbid. . .His guitar, aptly named Sapphire, leaned against the wall slightly away from him while he leaned forward with both elbows settled against his knees and hands pressed together and leaned against his face. Across from Alex was an older man with hazed eyes and various tubes, wires, and electronics connected to his body to assist not only in monitoring the condition that he had been suffering with but as well as trying to keep what little life expectancy he had left up. His hair a dimming brown and thinning and a very scraggly beard to show he hadn't shaved in several weeks nor had it been kept up well at all. It was the kind of sight that Alexander had always hated to see his father in, a man who was prideful in how he looked and kept up his hygiene and grooming to the best of standards.  "Who would have thought. . . That the tables would turn this early on. You in a chair and -me- the bed." The older man gave a hoarse laughter that accompanied behind the raspy voice that spoke out before flowing into a fit of coughing. "That is a -horrible- joke and you know it." Alex seemed to retort trying to keep his cheery tone but even his own voice actually seemed to be struggling with keeping even, of cracking. Every so often controlled breaths slipped out of the young man to keep his emotions and most importantly his tears in check to avoid stressing out his Father in this moment. "Don't think I'm going to just suddenly start turning on TV's so you can say 'Aah. . . This gambling program always has the best cards'. " Weakly he smiled  remembering his own time in the hospital when he'd watch his Niece perform on stage, an uplifting moment but this. . . Was massively different scenario. "I can be fine with that, Alex. Now stop that defensive mechanism crap, tell me about what was it. . .? That girlfriend you have now? And this family you went out and replaced me with?" Even when he was in a very bad situation to joke like that, Darryl always seemed to have such a terribly macabre timing for his matching humor.  Alex grimaced at the final comment which had been followed by a snorted scoff. "No one is replacing you, Old Goat. Merlin's Frilly dress. . ." He sighed and weaved a hand frustratingly through his hair. "Cass is. . . She's pretty amazing." A smooth nod formed as the weak smile seemed to brighten even slightly even with the dark situation before him on this road. Perhaps he should have took her with him. . . But she faced enough death in the face and this was his demon. Sometimes, somethings, people needed to face off alone to build their own strength. "She's pretty strong and energetic, she pushes me to my limits with a lot of things. Ya' know, challenges me to look passed the wall that I may see every so often in life. I think she's crazy, sticking around a dying boy." Okay, so maybe Alex got his horrible humor from -someone- in the room. "But she's in it for the long haul, that much I know. I can definitely say I am. . . In love with the ball of fire." There was no embarrassment from him saying it in front of his father, the man who had carried him along for the remaining years that his mother had left him.  "Oho? Love, are ya? Hahaha, The fact you said it with such a serious face says a lot, boy." Darryl shifted himself in the hospital bed to give a more smirked grin towards his son. "That's good, I haven't seen you so happy before. Before you used to put on that fake smile that you thought I didn't know about. But that, that is a genuine smile. I'm proud and happy for you, Alexander."  Why the hell did he have to go and say that? Alex started to sit back and cover his hand over his mouth tightly to stifle a whimper. "Don't say crap like that right now. . ." Not in this moment, he didn't need to hear it. Especially since he always knew his father had supported him, had been there for him - given his entire life, literally in this moment, to make sure that he could have a chance. Water welled up just below his eyeball and started to fill up the lower lid's crevasse. "As for the whole family bit it's. . . Rough. " With the hand lowering from his face he settled it right on the arm of the chair while he raised up his gaze to the ceiling. "I was a bit shocked to find someone actually related to Mom at that school. The Librarian, Adele, apparently my sister. Guarded lady can be -really- scary but she's pretty sweet in her own way. She also has a few kids making me their Uncle, lucky me, Caleb reminds me a lot of myself. Just you know. . . More severe, bright eyed. But he has that spark of youth, he's also the one that probably understands me more than anyone." That was strange to say about a boy early in life and yet. . . A truth if he had ever heard one. As much as the others try to help out they could never understand the true depth of the pain, the struggle - not like he and his Nephew.  "There is also Améa, she doesn't really like me too much. Don't blame her, do you see this mug?" He pointed towards his own face to try and pull off a serious 'I look like a criminal face'. That failed, Alex looked more like a puppy dog even with that face. Enough to make his father move into a series of chuckles followed by heavy coughing, so this was what it was like for others to watch himself cough, was it? Heart wrenching and there wasn't even any blood as of yet which the young man could only fathom would intensify that feeling. "Don't worry, she'll find that I'm not really a bad person. But get -this- that singer, Jezebel? She is my -niece-, can you freaking believe that, Old Goat?" Darryl's eyebrow raised up that had only be accompanied by a look of disbelief at the coincidence of it. "You're serious? Ha! Merlin's dirty trousers, that's a pretty close coincidence." Then again, almost everything in his son's life had begun to be a little bit more than just that. It was as if someone, some kind of watchful being kept placing certain people in that path to guide him to a seeming answer. Though he wouldn't put it passed that to happen given how random the magical world could truly be once people started to break through the boundaries. "Yea~ I am beginning to believe that the idea of a coincidence is an utter lie. Anyways. . . Jez has a few kids and they're pretty awesome, makes me a Great Uncle so young that I feel old. The one that has taken a real shine to me so far is Lorelei. She's bit of a creepy girl but I adore her and the energy she has about her. " His father smiled briefly as he gave a small nod towards Alexander. "Good, good. That means I won't have to worry about you after all. You managed to some how find the support system you need, don't pull away from it - You hear me, boy?" This wasn't him requesting it, that was his last fatherly order that he had given his son as a parting gift. A nugget of wisdom in the final moments to avoid the emotions overclouding and creating a large void in what had already started to be built in the young sorcerer's life.  Several Hours Later - 6:00PM Alexander had drifted off to sleep in the chair with his back draped over the edge of the chair. The only thing to break through the weary exhaustion had been the sounds of bells and alerts that surrounded the environment in a panicking blare. The door swung open and smacked violently against the door forcing the young man to bound upwards in a sudden motion and his heart quickly sank. "W-What's going?!" Both hands pressed along the indentation of his eyes to wipe away the lingering sand from the corners. A team seemed to push into the room and started to go through a process of checking the pulse rate of his father, the readings were fading quickly and it meant that they didn't have much time left as Darryl's breathing started to hasten as if trying to catch up with the dimming vital signs that were raging across his body. "Organs are failing, Doctor! " Tried as they might in order to stabilize him the single baseline tone of the machine echoed out in an eerie noise. "Time of death, 6:25PM, February 26th.. ." This was something normal for the staff as almost on cue they began to pack up what they could and make their departure, a sign that they were going to give Alex a moment.  The entire scenario had happened so quickly in such a blur before his eyes that it didn't take until the final tone that rang in his eyes to snap his mind into the utter realization. Eyes widened as he found fear within himself to even approach the bed. Inch by inch his blue eyes took hold of his father's lifeless image while his mind curled around the shock, what the response should be and to the point that he could feel the slow tremble that started at the tips of his fingers and toes. "N-No, no! Dad?! You're not. . . Supposed to be the on that bed like that!" That moment grief shifted to rage as he found that he had been right at the edge of the bedside with his hands clutched tightly on the right arm of his Father's body. "This. . . Is some sick cruel joke of a life. . ." He slowly started to slink down as he pressed his forehead against the bicep of the arm while tears started to flow from his eyes and trail along his cheek without ceasing. There was no wailing, no large yell, a silent cry from a usually boisterous and upbeat individual. The cry of an individual trying to find whether they're broken or just in small pieces. "Drinking to beat me to death isn't fair. . . Not. .. Fair. .. " Alexander's hands clutched ever tightly onto his parent's limb, much like he was a small child again trying to cling from the pains in his body.  "Thank you for everything. . . " The tone of his voice had started to gradually crack, to shift and grow softer as much as he hated that it had been doing so he had no control. He wanted to be strong! To be able to stand up and break through the sheer severity of the gravity before himself! Yet he couldn't! There was only the willpower to not utterly crash and let it over take him, enough to keep his sanity, enough to not succumb to rage or anger. There was so much to be angry about too. . . About his father's recklessness in dealing with the stress, His own condition on being the burden and reason, Lillian for being such a heartless shrew and showing up just way too late. It was in this moment he realized his mistake in not contact Cassandra because everything now was so silent. . .  Everything seemed so much dead in the room without the sound of voices, with only this cold chill of the reaper's scythe hung within the room. He should have called someone, anyone! Cass, Adele, Jez, Gerry, Hell - Stuart or even Améa would have done - he was even desperate enough to call out his own Mother but reason and common sense kept that name out of his mouth. For all he had been through physically, the pains and constant trips to the hospital, nothing in his life prepared him for this portion of the cycle of living. Death. Facing it, seeing it, harboring the effects within ones mind and heart that invaded all senses of keeping a hold on ones emotions.  Slowly, his grip started to weaken and he found himself withdrawing towards the nearest wall where Sapphire had been. A hand reached out to clutch the neck of the guitar and bring it to balance vertically from the bass between his legs and he leaned a forehead firmly against the top of one of the set of pegs. Soft vocal sobs eased out of him as the tears that had drenched along his cheeks couldn't contain to only his face every so often the drops pushed off from his chin and landed on the edge of the guitar which soon trailed down until it plopped against the hospital room floor. Finger tips buried intensely into the strings and boards that lined along Sapphire's neck.  An ode of Tears, to the man who gave everything to raise an Ill-Boy.  Meanwhile. . .  The Hospital had placed a call towards the School's Staff - given the time of night and suddenness of a young man dressed up in Tallygarunga uniform wear it was clear no one probably had a heads up on the situation. "Excuse me, We have an. . . Alexander Winfield here, we're trying to reach a next of Kin for the Young man. His father has just passed away a few minutes ago. We would like to inform the family if they have any."  ------------- End of Memory ------------- Dialogue Key:  Alexander Darryl Hospital Staff Members
 

The Father's Son

Sitting is an odd challenge when you have no physical body. In five years I've not got used to the fact that I don't actually have to support myself, I still feel the "phantom" limbs as if they were heavy and still grounding me to the world. Some days I wonder if that's my body that I can feel, lying still on a hospital bed, but I don't feel it when I am moved around. It's probably just the memory of having weight. Either way, trying to organise yourself into a natural sitting position without the aid of gravity is not easy. First I floated a half-inch above the bench, and then sank right through it. I settled somewhere in the middle. It doesn't really matter. My seagull friend came back. He's confused that I don't bring chips. Other visitors bring chips and shoo him away, but I sit here in my semi-transparent melancholy and enjoy his company. Sometimes he entertains himself by hopping through my form. I'm never sure how to feel about that.  She came to see me today, I tell him. My wife---beautiful even when she's breaking, sits for hours at a time and tells me about life outside the hospital. She cries. And I float helpless in a corner until she leaves, willing myself to return to that useless body, sit up, and wipe her tears away. I was never a romantic man. I did everything I could to avoid it. I believed I was my father's son, that I would inflict on my own partners the same pain he inflicted on my mother.  It was Alan who convinced me to date at all. I think Alan was always a little disappointed that I wasn't as outgoing as he was, he had a tendency to drag me around and ensure I experienced all of the things a boy, and then man, my age should. I skulked around the edges of the parties he and Stuart organised, awkwardly shuffling away from anyone who tried to make contact. And that was how I met Corrie, the both of us shuffling away from potential social contact--and into each other. She was sweet, she was pretty, and she understood all of the things that Alan could never get through his thick skull. We snuck out of the common room, ducked our way past patrolling professors and found a quiet place to sit outside and talk. We stayed out past dawn, doing just that---talking. When I dragged my weary self into the dorm, Alan was beside himself with excitement. I never corrected him. Let Alan believe what he wanted. We spent so much time together we decided we must be dating. After graduation we pooled our scant resources to rent a tiny, run-down flat in Koonyah. I took a job at The Drunken Roo. It didn't pay much, but it kept us both fed. We didn't bother with luxuries, we slept on a plain mattress on the floor. She said she didn't mind, all she wanted was me. Every time she said it, a pit grew in the bottom of my stomach---a fear I couldn't extinguish.  How could she know me so well, better than any of my closest friends, and still look at me the way she did? I was her hero, she said. For surviving my shitty childhood, I had somehow earned a badge of honour that I could not remove. Nothing I really did mattered, there was nothing I could do that would make her think less of me. Her pity clouded her ability to see me. I did things that I knew would upset her, and hated myself for it. She didn't get upset. And then I hated her for it. Then I hated myself all the more for being so ridiculously angry at someone whose only crime was to love me unconditionally. I kept trying to find a limit, some point at which she would finally look past that wall of sympathy---but to her my damaged soul could commit no sins. I did love her. I was terrified of what my life would be without her. I had Adam and the Burdetts and Blairs, but it was Corrie who kept me moving. It was Corrie who believed in me the hardest. I wanted to see myself the way that she saw me. I wanted her to see that I could fail.  Whatever I did, she simply accepted. In time I began to fear that there would be no behaviour so extreme that she recognised it as bad. I began to fear that through all this time, I had been treating her horribly and she could never say so. She could never see so. I became afraid of what I might do with such a freedom, such acceptance for who I was. The fear wore me down, made me angrier, and she accepted every harsh and terrible thing I said to her with her gentle smile. I remember the day I snapped vividly. I don't remember what started it. I'd done something---something that would annoy the average person, but she shrugged it off. I asked her why and didn't let her answer, I cut across her words and told her we were breaking up. I didn't mean it then. I wanted the reaction. Her eyes filled with tears, she reached for my hands and said we could work it out. Why? How? How could she possibly want to work this out?  I flinched back from her touch, my hand rising above my shoulder---and I froze with dread. Corrie was crying, looking up at my open hand, still sobbing that everything could be fine if I calmed down. That it wasn't the end. But it was. I was my father's son, born with the same instincts and I had let Corrie stand in the line of fire for far too long. She deserved better. I needed to be better.  That day I resolved to never enter into a long-term relationship again. If that was what it took to keep Corrie safe, if that was how I could ensure that I never inflicted the suffering my father did, I was willing to pay that price. And Corrie never forgave me for it.

Matthew Belmont

Matthew Belmont

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