Post by BRIANA ROSALIND SINCLAIR on Oct 26, 2021 18:43:10 GMT
[attr="class","main1"]The slight string of cooled hands left a chill at the height of her brow as she wiped away mounted emotion. Overwhelming upset for what was to pass and the lingering sickness within made poor company on an uneasy heart, what was left of visible distress lay heavy on darkened features and a palm pressed to a beating heart. "I... have an idea but it's... risky." She began, nervously. This wasn't the sort of thing anyone did and she certainly hadn't attempted it herself. It'd be a first and certainly something she was certain she couldn't do. She had her pride, but she wasn't foolish but she also couldn't let Josephine die. She couldn't let it happen again. "Magnus has had his skill bound but I could- may- may!-" She paused to highlight the if of it all. "be able to pull her through? All of the people who're coming through that portal are people who've died. So... it may be possible to use necromancy to latch Josephine's dying soul to the living one in... your world." It must've sounded like complete insanity, and even as Briana uttered uncertain words she could scarcely believe herself. It would be a feat, that she was sure. "The universe is returning children to their parents- Syn to Jasper, Magnus to Sixten, Devana to Theodore. We... just need to find Josephine's." It shouldn't be too hard to trace back the documents of her adoption, surely. Though, as she placed heavy palms to the table to soothe aching bones she found herself narrowing her brows in deep thought. "Or maybe it's complete insanity and I've lost my mind- I don't know. I don't know." She rose her fingertips to her temples to settle a headache.
Post by Kingston Alden Sinclair on Oct 27, 2021 1:47:47 GMT
[attr="class","main1"]”At this point anything we try is risky.” The momentary distraction provided by banter on her journey there had long since been abandoned. There was no joy to be found roaming the halls of this old house anymore. Katherine was safely tucked away for her afternoon nap and Josie lay dying in the room across from hers. Briana’s presence felt more like a haunting than a blessing where everywhere he sought refuge lay reminders of flame and ash. Could he really afford to do nothing and watch her wither away? Was that the kind thing to do all things considered? What about Hope? Would the infant even survive what the Russians had done to her? A heavy brow framed worried eyes as his attention shifted to shimmering chestnut curls and an equally frantic voice. Her plan was outlandish and he could think of a dozen ways off the top of his head in which it could not only fail but go terribly wrong. Still, he left her to voice her thoughts and embraced them with an open heart for she meant nothing more than the best for Josie. ”If there were a way to trace Josephine’s parentage I would have done it by now. There was nothing in the system that Adriel found from this world and in the other-.. In the other she was yours. Well . . . ours.”
Kingston took a few cautious steps in her direction for no reason other than to assure her someone else was there alongside her in all of this. ”If you shared that connection with her I’d think maybe it was worth the risk. There’s no way we could contact the version of you that got left behind. . Believe me. . I’ve tried.” A low mutter accompanied a solemn smile as his thoughts rotated between the risks and benefits. ”What if you pulled someone else through the portal that was connected to you instead of who you intended? Someone with a closer connection to this world’s you? Like . . Elisaveta?” That certainly wasn’t worth the risk. It felt like he was trapped in a cavern just waiting to die without knowing the specific cause. Which ache would be the final one? What life was there worth living in this world where he was destined to suffer? A thumb trailed his lower lip before tracing the corner of his beard in thought. This was his burden to carry and perhaps even Max’s as he poured over any and every manuscript Circe could find him on universal issues. He didn’t know her connection to Josie in this world but it wasn’t half of what it was in his world. ”Are you okay?” He questioned softly, aware that her cheeks had been rather flushed since she first appeared yet seemed to deepen now under stress. Apart from Josie- ”I Know- but are you okay?”
Post by BRIANA ROSALIND SINCLAIR on Oct 27, 2021 10:21:47 GMT
[attr="class","main1"]Languished eyes grew wide a moment in disbelief, a mellow sort of aching disbelief like a willow tree waning in the cool autumn wind. Words liked branches of the trees equally as fractured and fluttered barely above to be notice by wanderers. "O-ours?" Slender hands crawled up the height of her shoulders for comfort at the thought, eyes the shade of shadows upon a sunset river cast downward to the floor and onto the hallway beyond with a wistful linger. She turned back to her... lover only to respond to his statement, her voice quietened and shallow, lacking it's usual fervency. "You know I can't do that." Beyond the fact that Veta was a known killer in countless words there was no way she could reasonably find a version of her sister without a proclivity for violence and blood shed.
Her mind severed itself from drive and onto one of melancholy, of regret. Of aches and sickness - a sort of fear she'd found herself in a deep, never ending chasm to live only with her failures and watch the world burn around her. Her only seemingly viable lifeline the very sister that brought about Josephine's death. One thing at a time, Briana. She told herself, allowing eyes to shut for a second to drown out the sight of the dying sunset and the home belonging to another. His voice like an anchor or the shutting of a heavy, indestructible door to a violent landscape of winds and ice. His words warmed like fresh linen or the hold of a home at the first step of entering the house. "I'm fine - It's Josie that needs help." She shot quickly. A pointless response as she pushed aside a single tear born from a raging storm within that paused at the space between. It was if ice danced around tiny spheres of eclipsed sapphire under a dying moon, yet it was somehow warm and inviting. Crystal clear yet somehow... familiar. She wanted to know. "In your world... what happened to us?" She asked tentatively, arms still clasped high upon their perch of ruby shoulders. Did they fall apart? Did he fail her too? Did she fail Josephine? Little Kat? A story in a single hug that painted a mother and daughter in golden light. It couldn't be true.
Post by Kingston Alden Sinclair on Oct 27, 2021 15:37:26 GMT
[attr="class","main1"]He wasn’t going to argue the point with her. Briana’s reputation for being a bit relentless was never stronger than when it came to her children. Yet, taking a few minutes to address your own needs was never a sin. Josie’s condition was one in which nothing could be done. Regrettably. ”Nothing happened to us?” Why did there automatically have to be something tragic standing in the way of her happiness? Well, apart from an entire universe. . ”When Max’s term was up I went with him to America to get started on reforming NYG. You were busy going from place to place as Minister so it wasn’t as if anything had changed for those first few months? You would come to America or I would go to wherever you were, it didn’t matter, we always found a way to make it work. When Elisaveta decided she’d had enough of the world I came back home. It wasn’t like it is here. MACUSA had a struggle to gain control over a lot of regions surrounding us because of the alliances you’d built while she was busy trying to reign terror down on Iceland with Emmett.”
The world was in a constant state of chaos but it wasn’t half as bad as things were now. ”We had refugee camps all over the world so when Elisaveta ripped open the sky the casualties were far less. Still .. significant but not beyond the possibility of containment. Especially not with the aid of the Lászlós.” Ashley and Alilah had been irreplaceable when it came to offering raw magical power from the fountains of Ukraine. It almost felt strange to step back into this world and see her faithfully alongside her first husband. ”Josie . . You would have been so proud of Josie. She used her followers to start a supply chain to the parts of the world where you didn’t have any jurisdiction. She left St. Mungo’s and joined up with the aurors as a medic. She still had Hope but she never let that slow her down. She’s a lot like her mother in that regard I think. Never was involved with Dmitriy though. Well, apart from the fact she decked him once when he threatened her outside of Austria- long story on that one.” His eldest was merely a reflection of a woman he loved more than logically possible.
”Katherine- you wouldn’t be able to find a happier baby. It didn’t matter if she was stuck on an eight hour flight with us or sitting around in a conference room while one of us had to work. . Kat could find joy in just about anything. She hardly ever fussed.” She was content as long as there was a steady flow of food and important documents to scribble on. ”She could fall asleep on you in seconds and in the most . . inconvenient of places.” Soft laughter filled the room at the memory of a toddler sprawled lazily across the pair in a hotel lobby, chocolate smeared across her cheek. ”But, uh, no. . . Nothing happened to us.”
Post by BRIANA ROSALIND SINCLAIR on Oct 27, 2021 16:13:53 GMT
[attr="class","main1"]It was as if a knife has pierced her heart. A sort of regret that summoned her poorly kept nails to the fabric enclosing pale skin. They'd managed what she and Azrael had failed to perform on countless occasions but with Kingston it appeared seamless, as if liking walking. She wasn't as much of a fool to believe it to be entirely plain sailing but still... it worked. So... why not with Azrael? Was something wrong with her in this world? What did this other version of herself possess that she did not? Was it the selfishness everyone accused her of possessing? She'd almost entirely missed the mention of her closest friend's lovers betrayal but her brow did seem to furrow at the mention. It seemed an impossible tale when envisioning the doting husband she knew well - the sort to deny the stringent rules of higher society and instead look to his wife in sheer admiration and adoration at the centre of the crowd. He'd never buckled beneath anyone. This Emmett of another world was certainly something else. Not the son of Sorcha, that she was sure. She didn't have time to dispute the mention of Alilah succumbing to László wishes. She would never. Pride and devotion to her self worth promised her to her land and people. Whatever the other version of her husband had done had ruined her. Bastard.
The mention of Josephine, however, and all of her achievements settled the arms about her beast. A warmth seemed to glow in her chest at the mention of her daughter's feats - impossible feats, it seemed, as much reflected in the slight shimmer behind Kingston's eyes as he relayed the sentiments so dear to him. The sheer pride and love at the sight of a memory. So much like the man before her now in devotion and marriage to justice and change. To truth. The thought Dmitriy sent flying by a punch summoned more than just a little chuckle but rather a hand to the lips and the narrowing of brows in a poor attempt to conceal her laughter. A Josie she knew not too long ago but far far more feisty, it seemed. Definitely something she too could picture herself doing if the same treatment had been extended onto her by some pretty boy in an expensive suit. Her laughter had been settled by Kingston's and the tender retelling of stories of chocolate smudges and wandering hands. A tale that seemed impossible just for the joy that came from its source - she could never be such a good mother. A child could never be so happy with her. Osian would concur, Jasper and Joseph didn't know her. Aislin was her redemption and she'd fallen at the starting line. Her expression fell backward into slight despair.
"God... the other me must be ripping her hair out." How could she not be? The other word was a perfect haven in a burning hell; the way he'd described their little home and all of that pride and warmth and belonging one she'd never known. What cruelty Magnus had performed by tearing Kingston away from them all - Kat too. She had no doubt that the alternate version of herself, and her daughter could survive and devote every moment to the finding of their lost family members but that didn't aid the ache. Bree drew a pained breath, "We have to get you two back. I'm-" She shook her head. "If nothing happened between... us there then-" She began though paused her words at the stabbing sensation in her temple. It was a fruitless endeavour and she knew it. She had no means of pulling fully live souls through the void; only those of the dead. She groaned quietly to herself.
"Anyway... you should be glad you didn't end up with me in this life- I sound like a force to be reckoned with over there but I imagine that's down to you." she began, dusting away an invisible speck on the table as she sniffled slightly downward in dejection. Any sort of spark certainly didn't come from within. That died a long time ago. "Josephine would be disappointed if she met me. This one, here. The one that... let her down." She murmured quietly, mostly to herself. Kat just saw her mother's face on a stranger. It wasn't her fault. Even if the rush of memories at the plant of a heavy kiss to her cheek sent her heart into a flying symphony between bedtime stories and first words. It wasn't her life she just... saw it through someone else's eyes. She nodded quietly before turning back to the man another version of herself loved dearly. "We should try and get you back. I'll be missing you over there." She said solemnly before tracing her words back hoping not to cause offence. "Not that I don't miss you here but we... were never. Anything." Why did the words hurt when they hadn't before? She continued on, rushing through her words as quickly as possible in the hopes she could push previous statements aside. "I think we could- find- something, I'll look-" Maybe Leland would know as much as she came to regret the thought. Maybe she could get Kingston and Kat home - make something right.
Post by Kingston Alden Sinclair on Oct 27, 2021 18:23:59 GMT
[attr="class","main1"]”Nah, I don’t think she would pull her hair out. There’s not a single snack cake left in that house though. That I can guarantee.” He hoped the small jest would somewhat lift the somber mood but his hopes weren’t exactly the highest. His heart broke to see her so wrongfully demoralized. What could she have possibly done to Josie in this life to think she had failed her or that a girl that adored her to no end could ever be disappointed in her? While returning to the life he’d left was more than appealing to every sense he had left he just . . something was preventing the hope of many happy returns. It was folly to think any of them could leave now that they’d been tossed into the “real” world. Even the children from the future couldn’t return because the future was no longer the same. Even if he could abandon this world and run off into the sunset he’d never forgive himself. How could he just take off and leave the real Josephine and Bree to their respective fates? It would be all for what? So he could return to his alternate reality and live a peaceful lie? He’d never be able to forgive himself. He’d certainly never be able to love the family he’d lost in quite the same way. No. For better or worse and regardless of what he had to do or what he’d lost. . He was here for the long haul now.
”No, Max! Max should be thanking me. You did all of that on your own I was just a wall fixture.” Another tease but one that was earnest. When Elisaveta took point in the media he had a rough time trying to keep Max’s name from being ruined. ”Even if it were possible you think I could just pick up and leave? I can’t do that. Of course I can’t.” He averted his eyes slightly as she affirmed the two of them were never anything, resigning himself once again to what a life without her may mean. His children were worth it. They were worth everything. She seemed dedicated to sending him away for reasons he couldn’t determine. Selfless acts for a life that wasn’t real? Concern for Josie somewhere else in the universe? Fear? He wouldn’t come between her and Azrael he simply wasn’t that kind of man. If she was content then there wasn’t a thing more he could ask for. Yet, that didn’t appear to be the case from the outside. Not that he was one to judge.
”Hey.” His voice softened as he took a cautious step closer to where she sat, the lofty hint of passionfruit and strawberries from shimmering tresses calling him home again. Somewhere millions of miles away in the mind of a young adult who crafted his existence here by accident. ”It’s all going to work itself out.” He assured, though his thoughts lingered only on the inappropriate desire to pull her to him and assuage any fears with gentle whispers. An arm instinctively raised in offer of a friendly hug. Comforting her went beyond his title in this world but if she wanted it, he’d give her the world. He didn’t hesitate to collect cool chestnut in warm palms as she moved forward, her cheek pressed to his collar as she sought refuge from racing thoughts. Hazy memories flooded through, chaotic and consuming. Cool summer nights beneath the star dotted skies with shadow puppets and tiny giggles filling a makeshift tent in the garden. The vibrant shades of flowers lining a small walkway where a white gown made trails in the rich earth. The absolute joy on her features the first time he referred to her as his.
Coffee shop dates turned into late night walks. Shared ambitions passed between notes and loving glances across office buildings. The panic of announcing her first pregnancy that saw her retreat into the English hillside for the next three weeks. A terrified conversation on her front porch with a locked door between them as he assured her of all the wonderful things to come. They could do this. together. Nothing could replace the shocked silence and wide eyes that followed her being handed a newborn Josie. Exhaustion and elation clear upon a heavy brow as she turned adoring eyes to him. Fears lifted him into another time. Hidden tears and seclusion haunted a much different version of the woman he loved. Loss beyond coherent measure as a beloved child was laid to rest. The disconnect between mother and the son left behind obvious in the blank stare behind attentive eyes. Years of running herself into the ground in an attempt to be what everyone else needed her to be. Unspeakable crimes stained precious fingertips as she made home in Iceland. Harsh words shouted from a rejected son echoed through her mind as she abruptly sought his eyes, a break from the chaos passing between them.
Post by BRIANA ROSALIND SINCLAIR on Oct 28, 2021 17:59:05 GMT
[attr="class","main1"]His heart was warm. An uneasy beat beneath her fingertips as pained touch collected mounds of soft fabric. Something lingered upon him, like a warm air on a spring morning. Comforting with every new breath dreading winter colds only to be met with new days and warmed kisses in colder climates. The way her heart stopped still at the mercy of his kiss where deep auburn met slightly tanned skin. A vision of another life time, of a steady hand where life continued to grow and the smallest, most delicate tokens of affection trailing from lip to nose bountiful laughter their accompaniment. She swore she could touch it. Feel it. The wind as it rolled through that late summer morning, the little kicks beckoning a father's affections. The smell of apple pie and home-made custard, poorly mastered but just perfected by a woman excited to start a new chapter in her life. She looked so... young. The woman who held another One ephemeral delight after another, the fear that came with new motherhood quickly dashed by affectionate arms and supportive words. A stark, tormenting reality to the one she had come to know; where there were sneers there were smiles, harsh howls, humoured hums. No funeral for a child lost, no child turned against her by her own faults, no pain just... a loving family in the heart of wales facing the world in their own little way. Her grip tightened as one slide turned to the next to present the next unspoilt picture; even in terror filled times they found time for each other. She suddenly grew sick.
A lucid wanderer through impossible dreams she watched through muted glass, her hands against the glass only able to feel cold, through shutters and blind spots in the halls they found moments to find each other. A desperate bid to conceal their love for political gain only to meet at the ropes to complete their trial. Together through every little tumble and turn of their daughters and to every attempt to tear them apart they remained true. The prospect of another life echoed in her husband's smile. She wandered through ancient fields at the breast of the mountain, through thistles and dandelions in spring. To an open hand and straightened white at the chest at the instruction of excited hands. To words of adore whispered beneath the willow tree, the joining of hands as they promised forever as the world seemed to rage beyond their home. Determined to make the best of what they had left - each other. She knew his smile, the way he looked downward slightly at a true compliemnt, she knew the dejected turn as he found anguish in the pain of others but remained determined to stand strong. She knew the sound of his cries and the overwhelming need to pull him close to her heart for comfort. To run whispers of adoration into his soul and summon peace where torment found home. Through touch she knew him like she hadn't before. Like a whole other world on the back of a card never revealed because she'd never bothered to look.
She could drown in it.
But she wouldn't. "No-" She whimpered, bringing bundled fists to her heart, "I can't-" It wasn't real. Not for her. Just some... pipe dream in a fantasy land. She knew better than to chase a dream. Not something she could touch, or feel or hold. She wasn't given mornings of laughter and falling over high heels in search of last night's meeting notes. She wasn't given a child to hold that looked back with equal amounts of love that it caused her heart to melt and questioned why she'd ever considered another path. She wasn't given the man before her who looked to her in a thousand ways she thought no one ever could - not even Azrael. She knew better. Her heart skipped, falling short at a pulsing thud at the memory. At quiet words that turned to screams, at silent hints that to an unbenowest Bree were nothing more than teases from a friend. Another version of herself calling out from beyond to highlight the pain beneath - to show what only she could know. To the love hidden behind lakes and rivers and vibrant skies. To the hurt and the anguish in muted companionship. Amber rose up slowly to meet them once again. She knew better. She knew him. She knew what that look meant - the way his brows curved inward in longing. The way his chest rose to mount a breath ready to crash at the first sign of his lover's sorrow. She knew better. She knew better.
She knew better than to take a step forward where she promised she wouldn't. She knew better that to fall so inescapably in love with a fantasy that she'd allow her heart to tumble before its feet. She knew better that to believe herself capable of love and acceptance when all she left in her wake was heartbreak and failure. She knew better than to lose her breath at the brush of Kingston's fingertips against her own as the space between narrowed like the widow hinges of ancient doors. She knew better- She knew better than to trail the path of golden light to rose lips beneath soft fingertips. She knew better than to raise both hands to dense gold dotted with copper. Was she.. selfish for it? Her heart settled to a steady beat. Was she wrong-? It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Not as pillowed parted rose fell beneath the mercy of another without argument. Not as strong palms reached around to the curve of her spine in search of a means to pull her close. She sank. Each limb that reached behind his crown weak yet eager as she returned each apprehensive kiss with another. Like a step into shallow waters. Her heart torn between two worlds. Her mind lost somewhere in between the slight hum on his breath and the pull down into bliss. "I'm terrified-" She sniffled. "I don't want to be this person anymore-" She didn't want to be the failed mother. The failed lover and friend. She didn't need to explain what she'd meant. He could see it all. She'd tried her best but it just wasn't good enough. It would never be enough. "I'm so confused-" she confessed, eyes slammed shut as she made a poor attempt to wipe away the tears between adoring kisses. "Help." She could only plea.