With the arm that held her comfortingly, Elektra seemed to relax slightly against Ashkar's side, her eyes closing as she rested her head on his shoulder. With his confession, the woman was a mixture of emotions. But at the end of all of that confusion there was a part of her that felt a strange giddiness. It wasn't something she was used to, and it scared her while also making her want to know more about it. Was it possible that she loved him as well? She knew that she cared a great deal for the man, despite how much he drove her crazy. She admired and respected him. And she really hated that he'd just up and left, even though their last argument had been a rather volatile one, something that had cut her deeply. Had she been extra hurt by the lies because she cared about him? Is that why it had felt more like a betrayal? Too many questions, and it was beginning to hurt her head. But then Ashkar had to open his mouth and mention that he'd just been staying in someone else's house. She didn't even have the energy to yell at him. For some reason, right then, Ele suddenly shook with silent laughter as she shook her head. After a moment the laughter could be heard, almost disbelieving of the whole situation. Here she was trying to figure out why everything he did drove her nuts, and then he was admitting to doing something else stupid. "Alright, go get the twerp," The woman then said with another small chuckle, before she shifted to push herself to her feet. "I'm not carrying a thing though. You can carry her and your gear, and her gear. I'm taking it easy for the rest of the week at this point," Elektra huffed gently and dusted her arse off once she was standing.
Elektra didn't really know what was going on in Ashkar's mind even on a good day, and even though he'd appeared to have been pretty forward and honest right now, she figured she probably looked like a wreck. She also knew that she hadn't been able to respond properly to his confession about how he felt yet, mostly because she wasn't certain how to. It was an awkward enough conversation considering how their last one had gone, and the fact that she was here to get Nina and was still pretty angry about how things had gone down. She also didn't like to be vulnerable, and perhaps wasn't quite sure if he really did feel as he claimed. Maybe he was confused. "What are you talking about? I don't just miss you for the help, you know," The woman mumbled from where her head was still ducked down while she tried to collect herself. She hated crying, she hadn't even cried when she got that feeling that only an identical twin could get, that she was certain her sister was no longer alive. She wanted it confirmed before she would do that. "I just miss... you. I like being around you... when I'm not pulling my hair out over some stupid argument, anyway. I don't know, I just... feel safer, and I want you around." She sighed quietly. The feeling of an arm going around her made her tense up for a brief moment before she relaxed, but then Ele leaned against Ashkar, and closed her eyes at the kiss to her head, which was almost surprisingly comforting. "You need help? Packing and moving anything, or whatever?"
Elektra Devereux earned a Trophy Rambunctious Reactor Level One
"Yes, it did have something to do with making a decision about my life, not that you would have realised it of course, as thick headed as you are most of the time," Elektra was tired, the fire had gone out of her words as she dropped herself onto her rear, sitting on the curb while she talked to what she assumed would be thin air soon, since he kept edging back and forth from the house behind her. She ruffled her hair in frustration. "Did you even think that maybe the reason I didn't want you to go to Azkaban was because I don't want you to go?? That maybe I like having you around, despite the fact that you drive me absolutely fucking mental?" The woman was struggling. She didn't like admitting to her own insecurities and feelings any more than he did. She was perhaps even worse than him, which was what made her difficulty in coping with all her insecurities regarding the girls all that more worse. At least Ele knew she could feel a little confident that it wasn't just some unreasonable anger that she held in regard to being told about things regarding her life and that of her nieces. She was their guardian, she needed to know where Nina was all the time. She'd never forgive herself if something happened to the girl and she didn't know where she was. Even being told that she was the guardian, that Nina had to go home with her regardless, caused her head to drop as her hands went to the back of her neck. Nina would blame her for this, Ele knew that much. She didn't know what more she could do to prove herself to the girl, and she hated feeling like she failed her. Silently, the blonde's shoulders shook, unheard sobs breaking through as her head remained ducked. "Come back whenever..." Came a quiet hoarse response from the woman as she remained sat where she was. He did mean that he wanted to return to the house soon, right? Not that he was deciding that he wouldn't at all? Who knew right now. Elektra was still trying to figure out how she felt about his confession of having fallen in love with her, which was difficult when she was having a partial break down over being a terrible guardian aunt, It was all... just too much. "Your room's clean and everything... Elena misses you too, she'll be happy to see you," The woman mumbled, unable to look up from her sitting spot, "And I'm just... I'm not coping trying to do everything on my own... and I miss you."
"No, but the way Nina has acted makes it seem like I must be some overbearing person who has made awful demands," Ele said, a little tired of it all. She had run out of ideas on what to do for the teenager. She didn't know what she was supposed to do or be for her, and was trying to give her as good a life as possible. "I heard what you said, but what am I supposed to do?!" The woman bit back with renewed annoyance at Ashkar for implying that she wasn't considering Nina's point of view, "I have done everything I can think of! I'm doing the best I can! The girls don't miss out on anything, and I know that I can't replace their mother! Hells, if I could exchange my life so that they could have her back, I would do it in a heartbeat! I'd do anything for them, I love them to death, but nothing seems good enough!" Frustration had hit the surface as she paced, rubbing at her eyes and cheeks. The woman had never truly thought she would have any children, fears and doubts from her own childhood preventing that thought from even being something desirable at all. But then her sister's had been dropped upon her, and she had taken on the responsibility, despite her fears, despite her lack of knowledge of how to be a parental figure. She strode onward though, hiding those fears from the girls as best she could, trying to be strong for them. "I just don't know what I'm supposed to do... what am I doing wrong?" Ele's voice broke as she hid her face behind her hands, the pressure of it all finally coming to a head, it seemed, which perhaps made Ashkar's sudden confession's timing not entirely the best. It took a moment for it to sink in, and Ele couldn't even figure out how she felt about that, except extremely annoyed with him again for deciding things on his own once more without eve considering her own thoughts and feelings regarding the situation at all. Why did he do that so much? "Right, of course you would decide that without even asking me what I thought," The blonde muttered with a shake of her head, "'I'm Ashkar, I'll just make decisions about Ele's life without her input or anything, because of course I know better', what a load of shit. Nice to know you respect my thoughts and feelings about it!" She huffed and then shook her head as she turned toward away from the house, as though about to leave, "And don't... Nina wants to stay here tonight, then she can. I'm not some fucking monster who's going to forbid her from spending time with someone who's important to her... I just wish she'd been fucking honest with me..."
The flash of anger was spotted within the man, and Elektra steadied herself, readying for a real fight. She'd been trying to push down the tension around the girls for weeks, trying to be friendly, caring, thoughtful, smiling... trying her best to not let them see just how hurt she was and how much she was struggling. She barely had time to work out now it was just the three of them, she was criticised because she didn't cook as nice food as Ashkar, she was berated for not being able to keep on top of all of the grocery shopping and housework that she did her best to keep up with, in between chasing around after her nieces and working. She was doing her best. "I don't hate anyone!" Elektra felt like she needed to give everyone a set of hearing aides or something. How difficult was it to understand that she was just irritated and angry, and that she had a right to be these things, without it meaning she hated anyone? "I never said you couldn't come visit, I even said that you should for the girls' sakes! I never told Nina she couldn't come see you! I'm just hurt and disappointed and frustrated! And not just with you!" She pulled at her hair as she made a frustrated sound. "Great, you went shopping, but couldn't send a message. One minute for either of you to just let me know," The blonde sighed and shook her head, before looking at a bunch she was gripping with her hand, noticing some split ends. Great, now she'd have to get a hair cut. "As for you what...?" The woman said as she tugged at some of the split ends. "You always fucking do that... 'I... I... I...' and never fucking finish what you were going to say. Why don't you just fucking spit it out for once?" Ele let go of her hair as she crossed her arms, still glaring at Ashkar, waiting to see whether he really would, or just do his usual thing and turn tail and run away.
Elektra Devereux earned a Trophy Prolific Poster Level Three
How in the world Nina thought that Elektra wouldn't find out where she really was... was beyond the aunt. In one way, it felt like an insult, as though she was stupid enough not to find out easily that she wasn't with her friend at all. She was her guardian, and she also worked as the receptionist at the school. She had also been about to check in on her niece when she saw the friend's mother at the grocery store, and was met with confusion when she said that it was so nice that they were having a sleepover. Following that had been a great deal of panic from Ele, as she couldn't reach Nina on the phone. Though, once she sat and thought about it, she realised there was one place that her niece would go and probably not tell her about - despite Elektra never having said she couldn't visit there. It hadn't taken much to find someone who could watch Elena for a short time, and Ele apparated to the city, to the building where Ashkar had said he would be staying. No one at home, and so she had waited, and waited... and then they arrived, with shopping bags, and Elektra's teeth ground together in irritation. The woman waited for them to apparently take their time to stroll to the door, her gaze flashing with anger as she eyed her niece and then the man that she was with. She didn't say anything right away, waiting for Nina to say something to her first. Apologise, explain, anything. Instead the girl dashed as soon as the door was unlocked. "NINA! You get back here, right now!" The woman called after her, but the girl had gone. The question of whether she was coming in or not, was met with a dull glare. "No," The answer was simple, blunt, but very obviously not complete as she stepped toward him, "Do you have any idea how worried I was when I found out she wasn't at her friend's? I have never banned her from coming to see you, and all she had to do was be honest and everything would have been fine. And you know that." The woman poked him in the chest with her forefinger, her body shaking from the mixture of anger and fear and simple fact that she was so offended and disappointed that neither her niece or the man who knew Ele would be worried if Nina disappeared, had given her the respect of being honest with her and telling her what was going on. "I get it, she hates me, and doesn't give a shit if I go into a panic because I don't know if she's alright or not!" Elektra waved her arm toward the house, her voice breaking as she finally spoke what she'd believed for a long time. She would never be her sister, Nina's mother, and clearly the girl hated her because of that or something else. It didn't mean it didn't hurt. "But... no, you know what? I shouldn't have expected you to tell me anything, considering everything else that you never told me until you were caught out!" The woman released a shuddered breath as she fought off the tears, and then stepped back, away from the house. "You know... whatever. I... I can't do this," Ele lifted her palm to her eyes to wipe at them as she began to turn. She knew where Nina was now, and clearly neither the girl or Ashkar had given any thought to how she would feel. What was the point?
Elektra wanted to toss the dossiers, in all honesty. Why should she care about any of those people? The Devereux side clearly hadn't care enough to have wanted to intervene with her or sisters' lives when they were younger, and if they were anything like her mother, they'd only be after money if she decided to contact them. Fuck them. She didn't need those kinds of people in her life, and neither did the girls. And so, after that thought process, the woman dumped about half the dossiers into the small bin next to the desk. She had no intention of ever contacting any of them, there was no point in keeping information on a bunch of strangers as far as she was concerned. "If Estella is even thinking about coming to Australia, she'll probably find out quickly enough, which means someone will have to warn this poor woman. She's already been through enough," Ele knew the stories, she'd been around the school long enough, and people tended to gossip with receptionists. She'd heard about all kinds of students, past and present, and found it almost ironically tragic that this one happened to be her half sister. At the same time, she wasn't sure she wanted to be the one to go have to tell her about there being a potential psycho around that she might have to keep an eye out for... or to drop the news that they were related. But then, she didn't have to say anything about that. It might even be better if the Artemisia girl never found out at all. "Do whatever," Ele said as he mentioned staying elsewhere and only coming back when she wasn't around. She was too angry, too overwhelmed, and too tired to bother even arguing it out at this point. He knew the girls would miss him, and so did she. Nina would blame Ele, of course, but she was just going to have to deal with that when it happened. "I don't care if I'm here or not here when you need to come by, but you can't vanish from the girls' lives. You have to still spend time with them," She could deal with it, if it made Nina and Elena happy. "Hurt me? You..." The woman sighed and threw her hands up, before they flopped down to her sides. She then lifted one to rub at the bridge of her nose, "You've kept important information regarding my life, the life of my sister and her children, and a bunch of other family and bullshit that I had no idea about, from me... and we've been living together for a year or so. I don't even know how I feel right now, about any of it. And the worst part is... I still wouldn't even know about it if I didn't hear your conversation before. I don't even want to ask how long you would have kept all this from me... I just..." She shook her head. "Yeah..." Elektra heard the apology as he made his way to the door, but she didn't stop him. There was too much she had to wrap her head around, too much he'd kept secret from her, that was directly involved with her. She needed time to work her head out, to sort out everything she'd just learned, and exactly where he stood with her right now. It was difficult to feel like she could trust him, and part of her hated that she knew she had started placing a lot of trust in him the longer they'd been around each other. Perhaps a little space was a good idea.
Elektra Devereux earned a Trophy Explosive Level Two
Elektra rubbed her temple as she listened again. There was deep annoyance over the fact that this had all been kept from her, despite the very slight relief that the girls should at least be safe. It was one less thing to worry about, at least so long as she didn't go and get killed or something. She hadn't spoken with Estella for a few years now, and wasn't up to date on the younger sister's mental state. She had worried for her, of course. But she knew that if she'd reached out then Stell would have tried to find a way to get back into her life again, and that had only ever led to butting heads over her obsessive and possessive nature. The mention of Estella's 'candid and vulnerable moment' almost resulted in a snappy correction over what Elektra assumed was sex, but he had continued on quickly and she bit her tongue in order to listen. "I still don't see what's so important about our blood status," It wasn't involved in any of this, or at least Elektra didn't think it would be, though knew that her sister would have been no doubt quite upset to know they had different fathers. She didn't care about the reason her mother was an alcoholic prostitute. She could have done something for herself, but hadn't even tried... not even after having children. She held no sympathy or fondness toward the woman, remembering having been contacted by her after she had made a name for herself, only to be asked for money. The name Bellerose was familiar though, a prominent name around France and Spain. The dossiers were picked up, the woman flicking through a couple of them with mild annoyance still, noting the extras that Emilia had added, no doubt after having checked them out for herself to see what more she could glean. She inhaled deeply, coming across Anthony Bellerose, her supposed father. She had heard about him, at least. His arrest for abusing a child, followed by his murder within jail, had made the news over in Europe. "I know the name," Ele said, her voice still prickly as she glanced at the first one again, having only given it a cursory one at the start. The young artist had been popular in Europe the past couple of years, even Elektra had gone to see some of her work. She'd also happened to be the child who had been abused, and looking at her now it made Elektra feel mildly ill that they shared the same animal of a father. "How much of this does Estella know? Because this girl will be in danger if she comes to Australia, if we're going on the fact that she's got some possessive obsession when it comes to people near me," Elektra was biting back on her annoyance over how much the man knew about her family. More than she even knew. He'd held all this and never mentioned a thing, which not only pissed her off, but shattered the trust that had built up over the past year or so. How could she trust someone who had known so much about her family and never said anything? Especially with the important details of her crazy half sister, and the threat she posed to anyone near Elektra. She couldn't even look at him, despite the strained calm in her voice. She was angry, so much more angry than she could ever remember being before.
The woman watched Ashkar as he listened to her, almost annoyed that he wasn't responding directly to her, and was waiting. Though she could see the small effects that her words had on him at least, bare flickering within his eyes and small twitches. She was more than just a little angry, despite how calm most of her words were. In all honesty, she didn't even know if she had the capacity to blow her top with all these secrets he'd kept from her. She wanted to, but she didn't even know where it would start or end, and right now simply wondered if there were more answers that he held, perhaps something pointing to her twin. "Didn't know how to broach it? How about something like 'ok, sit down, there are some things I need to tell you'?" Ele shook her head as she began to pace, she needed to do something to let off some of the tension that had built up within her. There was annoyance not only at him, but at her sister. Emilia should have made sure she knew all about this stuff as well. The fact that she'd been living with a man for a year now, and he knew it all when she didn't only made her angry and upset and hurt that no one had even considered that she would want to know. To have been able to at least be of some kind of help, maybe. Who knows what could be different if she'd been let in on things? It didn't help that Ash continued to imply that Emilia was dead. "She cast some kind of blood protection spell or something?" Ele took a guess, finding herself annoyed that she could actually imagine her sister doing that. She rubbed her face with both hands. The girls were safe if Emi was dead. IF she wasn't dead, then where the hell was she? Ele knew the truth, deep down she knew, but wanted it to remain an unanswered question still, for now. "So what?" Ele's tired voice asked, when Ashkar mentioned their blood purity. She didn't know how that was possible, but did it really matter compared to everything else? "Obviously, if that's the case, then our real parents didn't give a fuck about us. What's our blood purity got to do with anything?"
"Bullshit," Came Ele's instant response to Emilia's apparent reasoning for not telling her about any of this. "There would have been another reason, because she knew that I fucking hate secrets, and that she could tell me anything." Apparently not this, though. She didn't know what could have made her sister keep this kind of information from her, but it surely had to have been a good reason. Still, even so, that didn't explain what Ash had to do with it. Even if he was Emi's friend, why would this have taken any of his interest, and why would he know so much about their younger sister? And there it was. Ele's frown deepened as she listened, though she wasn't sure what she was more angry about: the fact that Ashkar had been sleeping with her younger sister, or the fact that he had been keeping all of this from her the entire time they'd been working together. Hell, they'd been living together for almost the entire year, and he'd never once mentioned that he had known Estella as well. "And you just... decided it was best to never mention any of this to me? That you and Emi had been keeping a track of my younger sister who is apparently dangerous. That she is dangerous. That she's been stalking me. That you fucked her. You didn't think to yourself at any point that this kind of information might be something that I should probably know?" Elektra's hand slapped down on the journal as her glared at the man. It was bad enough that he'd already been an ass the other week when he was drunk, but to now find out that he'd known so much more about her, about her own family, than he'd ever admitted to. She honestly didn't know what to think right now. "You realise that the girls would be in danger, right? Why the fuck didn't you ever tell me any of this before? Why did I have to find out by overhearing a conversation about my sister paying a visit to your family??"
"I gathered that much," Elektra had heard, after all, the conversation between he and who she assumed to be his sister. What she wanted to know was why. It seemed very strange that he would know her younger sister at all, especially since Emilia certainly hadn't tried to make contact with her, not trusting that the girl wouldn't have handed her in to authorities. It was just one point of contention between Ele and Estelle that had created a wedge in their relationship. While Ele wanted to protect Emi, because their sister had acted in her defence all those years ago, Estelle had blamed Emi for making life more difficult. But all this was history, or so she had believed. Now she wasn't sure what to think, given Ashkur's assumptions for his family being contacted. The notebook was accepted while she listened to him continue his explanation, and Elektra flicked through it, reading over bits and pieces, immediately recognising her twin's handwriting in many places. The information in it detailed events that had occurred that Elektra had some basic recollection of. People who had met with accidents and some who had disappeared. These were events that happened all the time, and happened so varied and with no pattern at all, but there was one factor that appeared to link them all together. They had all been people that she'd met, even if only once, people who Estelle had known about as well, since Elektra had still been taking care of the younger woman for a few years while she went through school and university. There was a former rival from years ago. An ex boyfriend. A friend of Estelle's who had wanted an interview for their University paper. And some others as well. The more she read, the colder Elektra began to feel, until she looked back up at Ash. "Why didn't Emilia tell me about this?" It probably wasn't a question that Ash could answer, but it was one that Ele sure wanted answers to. She wasn't sure what to think or believe right now. She knew their younger sister had been clingy, overly so, and didn't like it when she didn't have much of Elektra's attention, that's why Ele had eventually put her foot down and said that Estelle needed to go make a life for herself. It had resulted in a fight between them where Estelle left, followed then by regular phone calls, sometimes begging forgiveness, other times ranting and raving, sometimes talking casually as though nothing at all was wrong. The blonde weaved a hand through her hair and set the notebook down. "I don't even know what questions to ask..." The woman huffed out a sigh with a shake of her head, before looking across to him again, "How does she know who you are? I mean, visiting your family is a little overly personal for you if she is simply watching me. How does she even know your status? That you were captured and arrested, let alone forced into working for the IWP?" Because Elektra was fairly certain that her sister couldn't predict that she'd have ever met Ashkur, or know that he would even be involved with Ele's twin.
Elektra had barely spoken to Ash since their confrontation when he was absurdly drunk, and the tension from it could be felt in the house. The girls knew that something had happened, though not what, and Nina appeared to be blaming Ele for whatever was wrong, and giving her the stink eye a lot of the time. Well, so much for the tentative bonding that they'd been managing, it looked like she would be back to square one. At least Elena wasn't aware enough to understand, and still wanted to be around her aunt and cuddle with her in the evenings, but she wasn't even two years old yet. Given time, she might end up disliking Ele as well. Today though, Elena was at daycare, she enjoyed the social time with other kids, and Elektra was doing some exercises to try and strengthen her shoulder a little more. It was never going to be what it was, but that didn't mean she was going to let it completely whither until it was completely useless. She could do things with it, so long as she avoided placing too much stress on her arm, and that was something to her. It also meant that she could focus on something and not think about the man who was moping around the house. At least, until she heard the computer call from the main room. It rang for long enough that she was about to get up and go answer it herself, except that Ashkur did. Still, she decided to go take a small eavesdrop in case it was someone from the offices. What she managed to hear was the name he called the other person, telling her that it was a family call, so she should give him some privacy. It sounded like he was just copping a serve for lying to them after all. Probably deserve it to be honest, maybe he would at least listen to his family when they called him stupid. Having started to walk away back to what she was doing, the woman froze in her steps at the mention of a name she did not expect to hear. It had been a long time since she'd heard that name, or spoken to the woman that it belonged to, a troubling history that made Elektra wonder just what in the hell Ashkur knew about Stell. She walked back toward the room to stand in the doorway, her gaze set on him in a questioning manner when he saw her and wound up the call. "It's a small house that's currently silent, and sound echoes... I heard enough," The blonde responded quietly, her arms then slowly crossing in front of her, "Why is Estelle visiting your family, Ash? What do you know?" Her younger sister was mentally troubled, Elektra knew that. And it bothered her deeply that she was apparently contacting someone's family and lying about him kidnapping someone. This was not a great situation, not by far.
Elektra wasn't even certain that the man was listening to her as she tried to convince him that getting some sleep would be a fantastic idea, that maybe he would feel a bit more clear-headed (if very hungover) when he woke up. No, instead, he decided he was going to try and drunkenly reshape the broken glasses, which now looked like some kind of strange art-style glasses, one of which she wasn't certain would hold drink very well anymore. She rubbed her forehead as he appeared to ignore her, at least until he spoke again, and she blinked and had to take a moment to make sure she'd heard what she thought. The woman's hand then came up and slapped him fair across the cheek, her features twisted into a frustrated frown. He thought she'd been propositioning him? While he was drunk and talking stupid nonsense about going to Azkaban? Like hell! She wasn't certain what she was more pissed off about though, the fact that she'd considered it before at least a few times, or the fact that he would only consider it because he was drunk. "I meant for you to go to bed, so that you could sleep!" The woman stated sharply. She'd had enough of this, and grabbed her wallet, tucking it into her jeans pocket, "But fuck it, I am not dealing with you while you're like this. Come talk to me later when you're not being a drunken fucking ass." This time the woman wouldn't stop even if he tried to say something. She turned and stormed toward the front door, she needed to go for a jog or find something to do in order to let off some steam from this frustrating discussion. She couldn't get any sense from him, and all he was going to do was continue to piss her off if she stayed. With any luck, the man would actually go and get some rest and sober up before she had to bring the kids home.
The blonde wondered if he was even listening to a word she was saying. It sure didn't feel like it. Certainly, he was nodding along and watching her, but his gaze carried the glassy-eyed blank look that came with being drunk. And drunk people rarely actually listened, or even retained the memory of whatever had gone on the day before. Likelihood that he woke up the next day having forgotten everything was pretty high, considering he'd already dropped a few glasses while just trying to get a drink of water! She didn't even check to see whether he was wearing shoes or not. Probably wasn't the first time he would have stepped on glass. However, against her own judgement, she waited when he indicated. Maybe he would actually offer something that was drunken rambling. And then he was talking about apples, and her brow furrowed into a frown. Apples and pineapples. What the actual fuck? "Go to bed," Came the response from Elektra, with a shake of her head and long sigh. She rubbed a hand down her face, this whole thing was tiring and she didn't know why she cared whether he wanted to go to Azkaban or not. Sure, she needed his help with the girls, and yeah she would miss him too. But if he wanted to go punish himself for whatever reason, then that was his prerogative, right? "Fantastic, you like me. One might hope so considering we've been here all year, and I haven't driven you insane enough to kill me yet. Though, I have no idea where you got this apples and pineapples business from, so I really think you could use a good rest." Deciding to actually be a decent person, the woman wandered back to the kitchen, using her shoe to move glass to the side and out of the way, before grabbing Ashkar's arm in an attempt to begin leading him toward his room. "Go sleep it off, and then we can talk later about things."
The woman was halfway to the door when he spoke, and she only barely paused to glance at him, though it seemed his agreement that she was right probably wasn't going to be quite enough to make her stay if that's all he was going to leave her with. She didn't care that it was the reason he was drinking, that much was pretty obvious considering he didn't tend to make stupid decisions unless he was drunk. As generally happened with most people. "So you're evolving, so what? What's so scary about changing? Everyone has to do it some time, you can't stay the same way you're entire life. That's what experience is all about, being in new situations, meeting new people, discovering new things, feeling new feelings. It's life," The blonde stared incredulously at him, "Do you think it was easy for me to take on being basically a new mother for a teenager and a child? It scared the hell out of me, still does! But I'm not running away from it. I'm doing my damndest to do what's right, because I can't not. I never wanted kids. They terrify me." She huffed a sigh as she rubbed at her hair, mussing it up. "But, I'm just... taking it one day at a time. As scared as I am, I do want to be the best person I can be too, and the only way to be a good person is to just do... good things. And make the right decisions and do right by the people who rely on you," Frustration had ingrained itself within her, and Ele knew that she wouldn't be able to sit still. She needed to do something. Go for a jog or a walk or something. She was annoyed. She understood wanting to be better, but she didn't think going to Azkaban was going to change a thing, "You don't need to punish yourself to be a better man, you just need to be a better man."
1997 - 2003: Beauxbatons
- Identical twin to an international criminal-turned-black-ops-agent who went MIA a year ago
- Been searching for her sister since she went missing
- Is the legal guardian to her sister's children: Nina (15) and Elena (2)
- Still doesn't really have any idea how to parent, but she tries her best
- Part time Quidditch coach at Tally
- Possibly romantically involved with Ashkar - purely speculation, but they argue with each other a lot
- A registered animagus - cougar/mountain lion
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 remarks and abrasive mannerisms. When truly angered she can be almost terrifying, when stepping up to protect someone she cares about, she is utterly fearless.
Generally speaking, Ely is a caring person when it comes to people who she's close to - though they're few and far between. Whilst she's reasonably approachable, she also has a few quirks that tend to put people off a little or annoy them, not to mention a foul mouth that would do the devil proud. Not that she really cares much. When it comes to friends, she is loyal to a fault and would lay herself on the line to keep them from being hurt. This is likely because there are few who would put up with the often randomness she tends to display in what she says and does.
The young woman is most peaceful when she's up in the air, flying around on her broom. She's always had an affinity for flying, and the freedom that she could find way up where very little could get to her. It is where she finds the most peace, and if not for general biological needs, some responsibilities, and the discomfort that comes from hours on a broom, she'd stay up in the clouds forever. She has some other small quirks and habits that most would find strange if not used to her.
As far being a family woman goes, the sudden disappearance left her with her sister's daughters, and being a person who had never really planned to have children herself, this was a giant kick to the uterus that she already hated. She isn't sure how to be a mother, for most of the last year a nanny has done most of the work, but now she's responsible for the girls and is trying her best, even if she fails a little. She has discovered that she is at least scarily protective of them. That's something at least?
Elektra isn't a model by any means, but she does have a unique look to her that can make her somewhat memorable. Almond shaped eyes of a light golden brown hue usually glint with some kind of mischief, and lips are often tugged into a smirk that matches the gaze. Her skin is tanned, from a great deal of time outdoors, and she has naturally golden blonde hair that has on occasion seen it's share of oddly coloured dyes. Though she isn't overly tall, at around 5'7, she does have legs for days, which she honestly is not a fan of, often comparing herself to an ostrich.
She enjoys loose clothing, light colours, and generally being able to keep her hair down whenever possible (though knows well enough that it's just safer to tie her hair back if she's flying). She doesn't like anything that feels too heavy, or scratchy on her skin, and tends to break out in a rash to any of a number of things that cause reactions on her sensitive skin. She'll avoid wearing any kind of uniform if she can get away with it, and even in freezing temperatures people are more likely to catch her in a skirt (long or short) and light blouse.
The beginning of the life of Elektra and Emeline Deveraux was not an easy one. Ella was the second of the two by only a minute, but they were absolutely identical in appearance. It was just unfortunate for them that they were born to a woman who lived and worked in a bordello in norther Spain. She cared for her daughters, but didn't feel very connected to them, and they ended up raised mostly by her friends who also worked there. As they aged, they were given duties around the place, cleaning here and there, making sure each room was stocked properly. It wasn't an innocent life they had.
To make things worse, there were occurrences that would happen sometimes, if one or the other was upset or had done something to gain the ire of the establishment's owner and their mother's pimp. He terrified the pair of girls with his threats and promises for what awaited them in their future, and they dreamed of getting away. Their mother held no interest in leaving, especially when she began the harder drugs, refusing to leave the place that provided her ticket to neverending bliss.
Their reprieve came when letters and a representative arrived from Beauxbatons. Even though they were not exactly the kind of material that the academy took in, they did have a very strong connection to magic, and the girls were taken away without so much as a farewell from the woman who birthed them. Only a promise from the man who felt he 'owned' them that they would come back and he'd have them.
Life was transformed overnight, as they learned that there was such a thing as magic, that they themselves were witches, and that they had the opportunity to learn everything they wanted. An anonymous donor had allowed them to be able to get the basics, and they used second hand books, but neither cared, it was a world that they'd only ever thought about in their dreams and now they were there. Without much ado, the girls fell into study easily, both having a natural aptitude for transfiguration, charms, care of magical creatures, and also flying and quidditch. For Ella, the first time she managed to get a broom to hover and then take her up in the air was one of the best moments of her life. Nothing could touch her there.
When the holidays came, the pair agreed that they would not go home. What home was there really to go to? Though it unfortunately couldn't be avoided each time the end of the year rolled around. And with each year that passed and they matured more, the worse the things they would have to deal with, from leers to the promises that their futures were sealed.
It was just before their seventh year, just after they had turned seventeen, when he took it a step too far and actually lay a hand on Ella. Her sister came to her aid and turned the man into a toad before then stomping him with her foot. It had shocked them both, but Emi also realised what she'd done and she told Ella to finish school before then disappearing into the night. The Wizarding police searched for Emi, but she had vanished off the radar for the time being, leaving Ella to return to school to finish off her last year alone.
Due to her outstanding skills as a chaser, Ella was offered an internship with the Spanish Quidditch team, and it was when they'd traveled to the USA for a tournament match, that she was contacted by her sister. They met up in the dead of night and caught up with one another, and she was shown Emi's animagus ability, something they'd both been practising long before her disappearance; it was a mountain lion. Ella decided that she would practise again, and eventually she managed it as well, the same identical form as her sister. She had to be registered, of course, but was happy to have that connection to her twin.
Ella rose in the ranks as well, as she became more famous as a star Chaser, while she also studied in Law and as an Auror on the side. On the opposite spectrum, her twin became more infamous, as an international criminal and one of the most wanted in Europe. Ella heard from her now and then, received photos of her first niece over the years. And though she had the skills, she opted out of joining any kind of policing force, both due to not wanting to be the one who may one day get her sister, and because she loved flying too much.
It was on an eve when she was deciding whether to renew her contract, that Ella was intruded upon by the IWP. Unknown to her, Emi had been caught some years before and had joined them as a spook rather than go to Azkaban. However, she'd gone missing, leaving not only her now daughter and newborn without their mother around, but also an unfinished job that they needed her for. But Ella had training, and she looked exactly the same as her sister, and so they recruited her to stand in and pretend to be Emi for the job.
The woman did so, which is how she came to meet Ashkar, who knew within moments that she wasn't her sister. The job was done successfully, criminals captured, and Ella stayed on with the IWP under her own name after that, retiring from Quidditch at the height of her career. That wasn't all, however. As the only living relative of Emi's children, Ella was given custody, and suddenly found herself having to be a guardian of all things. Even a year later, when she was given a new assignment alongside Ashkar, due to the known whereabouts of an internationally wanted criminal, she still isn't used to parenthood, and is still searching for her twin.
Only now, Ella got to face even more children, as the former Spanish Star Chaser, and the new Quidditch and Flying coach for Tallygarunga. It was a position that only last half the year before an incident where Ele was attacked by someone who had mistaken her for her sister and tried to kill her. Her arm and shoulder were damaged greatly, to the point that she had to take months off to recover and even then she can't play Quidditch again, and still deals with pain fairly regularly. She decided to take up a receptionist position at the school upon returning to work, partially because watching the students flying around and playing the game she loved so much causes her some inner turmoil.