Winsol! (Open Post)

[ebonyjaenelle72]

The decorations are still up, and in a large open room somewhere in the Mansion, Jaenelle's set up a party. It's a curious melding of Christmas (or what she knows of it) and Winsol, with a tree in one corner, presents stacked underneath. The music playing, however, is pure Blood, food is laid out, and the cup is somewhere for all involved to share

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[elven_irs]

Caranthir did not want out. Irisse made him. He and Fingon have that in common - slaves to the little cousin's desires.

So he's there.

And he's trying to escape Irisse's gaze so he can go and brood somewhere quiet.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Not on this witch's watch. Jaenelle is going to come and slip her arm in his, typist willing, and give him one of those Jaenelle smiles. "Let's go for a walk."

[elven_irs]

Hard to resist Jaenelle. He almost tries to shake her off, but doesn't.

"As you wish, Lady." He inclines his head.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She gives him a bit more of a smile and is going to lead him out of the room, actually. Outside, maybe, though keeping a little bubble of warmth around them.

[elven_irs]

He isn't going to talk - he lets her break the silence.

Cara doesn't feel like talking, these days.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

"I take it you didn't want to be there." Quietly.

[elven_irs]

"I just don't feel like being around a lot of people these days."

Just as quiet.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

A nod. "What happened?"

[elven_irs]

"I'm just afraid of what will happen, if...."

[ebonyjaenelle72]

"If...?"

[elven_irs]

"If I...." lose control.

He's /very/ afraid. He can't say it.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She nods, slightly. "You won't." Quietly. With faith.

[elven_irs]

He sighs. "Eru, Jaenelle. Those boys.... how can you be so nice to me...?"

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She looks at him, eyes dark and deep.

"Because I understand, in a way, I guess."

[elven_irs]

"How can you?" He's starting to fall apart. Oh yes.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She's holding his arm, still, and perfectly ready to hold him as well. "Lucivar is notorious in Terreille as a murderer of witches. They tell horror stories about him to frighten young aristo ladies."

A slight edge of disgust enters her voice.