by owl0430 » Wed Feb 21, 2024 8:12 pm
There was a bittersweet beauty to the way promises were always broken. A pact forged from trust and hope, the aspirations of a preferred outcome that would never be. 'Twas almost like the parties involved were giving it one last desperate attempt while knowing fully well it would never end that way.
And everyone knows this going into the promise. The melancholy of the moment is what made it so beautiful- like a frail butterfly freshly hatched from the cocoon, a promise is formed- hopes for the future fill its wings, and it takes flight, and for a while it stays like that; aimlessly fluttering from one flower patch to the next. But a butterfly's life is short and fleeting- cut even shorter when the bird snatches the insect within it's talons, crushing its once beautiful wings. Or when the foolish human child captures it in a jar and displays it like a prize, suffocating it out of 'love'. Even though the child knows not the harm its causing, that does not change the fact that the butterfly was harmed. But regardless of the 'how' or the 'why', its always ends the same way: in death.
So the life cycle of the butterfly is, as is the life of a promise.
As such, there was only so much remorse Esmerelda felt as she stood on the outskirts of the Renier estate's property- at the end of the woods.
An apology to Lucas, and to Rigel, would one day be needed, she was sure- even if forgiveness would not be given. To the humans, she felt no need- for they, to her, mattered not here. And to Icarus, she owed the most. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and if steps were not taken soon, far more could be lost to her than the price for what she was about to do.
Stepping forth, Esmerelda entered the forest- the canopy shielding her from most of the moonlight, pitch darkness surrounding her on all sides. Then, knelt down, much like a knight would during their knighting ceremony.
" Atlas Nyx, son of the night, born of her shadows and clothed in her stars- I, Esmerelda- youngest daughter of the Rosenwald family and your loyal shield, call for you now in search of an audience. At this hour, the night grows long and the sun shall soon rise. Heed my call and let the moon bear witness to our meeting, so that the secrets spoken here shall be lost to the night as she makes way for the dawn."
It was only moments later that a voice sounded behind her- violet eyes staring at her from the void of shadows until their owner stepped into a solitary beam of moonlight. As the voice echoed through the surrounding woods, Esmerelda's outstretched hands turned to fists, lowering to her sides as she rose and turned around.
" Esmerelda. Quite the display tonight- dare I ask why you even bothered to follow the proper formalities?"
" As one of your thorns, I can communicate with you quite easily. Following the 'proper protcol' you gave us, solely for your own amusement, guarenteed you would listen. Especially after our...last interaction, 'twas hard to say if you'd have even bothered otherwise."
Crossed arms and a lean against a tree told her all she needed to know on that matter- Atlas (Adrian) wouldn't have given her the time of day if she hadn't. He looked rathe unamused and, quite frankly, peeved. Of course he couldn't be blamed in that moment- he'd been betrayed by one of his most trust allies, for a second time. A betrayal that was helped by the first traitor. Such occurences didn't bode well towards his reputation, along with more personal reasons of his.
After a rather dramatic eyeroll, " Dearest Esmerelda, my darling Twin Star, the only reason you are still standing is because I value your companionship so. I'd hate to see so many centuries carelessly tossed away like a child's toy. The formalities were wise, but do you even realize just how appalling of an atrocity you've committed?"
She'd had millenia worth of comebacks for that little comment, just as she did practice of her restraint. Now was not the time.
" I do."
" And yet you seek my attention in hopes for a favor?"
" ..."
Wearing a foul grimace, Adrian gazed down at Esmerelda as she curtsied before him. " Very well...you have my attention, Esmerelda of the Rosenwolds. " he began, returning the formalities she'd first started with. She'd succeeded in gaining his attention...but his forgiveness would not be granted so easily. " Slain by my fangs, and spared by my blood, you stand alone- For eternal youth, beauty, and the chance to find a love that is meant for you and you alone, you've traded your humanity and vowed to forever follow me through the endless night. Now, the sun scorns us both- and in the burning light our sins are laid bare. Speak, now, while our words can still stay hidden in the night."