Day Twenty-one - Ice
Who: Ice, Laurel, open
Where: Black Castle
When: earlyish morning
Rating: R
Invasion: Surely
Status: Open, ongoing
Summary: No, thanks.
At first she thought it was simply a dream. And oh, why wouldn't she dream tonight? But then she realized that Laurel, the angel, and Damion were present. So they'd migrated to group dreams, now?
The Fifth regarded her son briefly before grey eyes swept toward the two white beings standing near the end of the room. She could only assume they were the Powers - or the form the Powers had opted to take for this. She listened as Damion went off in Elvish, gesturing now and again. His normally expressionless face was slightly flushed with rage, and Ice supposed she understood - at least a bit.
He, after all, had been fairly well shafted in the task. Not that they'd fared much better, but at least they'd managed to retrieve one item. She couldn't really disagree with a lot of the points Damion was making - Riverfell was highly outnumbered. DauphinMare was more powerful. Though it was hardly the Powers' fault that there weren't as many chaotic evil beings they could pull.
Ice watched Laurel as the girl listened, though she wondered if Laurel really was listening, or just bobbing her head with uncanny timing. The angel was standing near a wall, his arms crossed over his chest. Ice knew he had no idea what Damion was saying - or very little idea - and she smiled inwardly. What must it be like to be on the outside?
Once Damion had finished, Ice added in a few comments that he'd apparently missed. The Powers blinked slowly and nodded, and said they'd amend things for the next task. A hand was waved in dismissal, and Ice felt the dream - or whatever it was - begin to fade around her.
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She woke up some time later and realized she was not in her own bed, or her own room. Ice sat up slowly and took in the surroundings. The dark canopy bed. The stone walls. The air expanse of the room that was so different from her own smaller, cramped quarters. She was no longer in her town hall; she was in Damion's castle.
Fuck.
Ice eased out of bed, slipping on her black and gold robe over her nightgown - at least that had come with her. She looked thoughtful, then she smirked. Well, had he or had he not complained that her side was overpowered? And had they or had they not said they'd fix it for the next task? She supposed this was a twisted way of doing it, and she wondered what the idea was. Simply surviving the day in the enemy's camp? Or was there more to it?
Grey eyes cast around for a note, but she saw nothing.
On bare feet, Ice stepped into the hallway and listened. She heard a familiar giggle from another room, and frowned. Laurel was here. Well, now, wasn't that just ... cheerful?
Where: Black Castle
When: earlyish morning
Rating: R
Invasion: Surely
Status: Open, ongoing
Summary: No, thanks.
At first she thought it was simply a dream. And oh, why wouldn't she dream tonight? But then she realized that Laurel, the angel, and Damion were present. So they'd migrated to group dreams, now?
The Fifth regarded her son briefly before grey eyes swept toward the two white beings standing near the end of the room. She could only assume they were the Powers - or the form the Powers had opted to take for this. She listened as Damion went off in Elvish, gesturing now and again. His normally expressionless face was slightly flushed with rage, and Ice supposed she understood - at least a bit.
He, after all, had been fairly well shafted in the task. Not that they'd fared much better, but at least they'd managed to retrieve one item. She couldn't really disagree with a lot of the points Damion was making - Riverfell was highly outnumbered. DauphinMare was more powerful. Though it was hardly the Powers' fault that there weren't as many chaotic evil beings they could pull.
Ice watched Laurel as the girl listened, though she wondered if Laurel really was listening, or just bobbing her head with uncanny timing. The angel was standing near a wall, his arms crossed over his chest. Ice knew he had no idea what Damion was saying - or very little idea - and she smiled inwardly. What must it be like to be on the outside?
Once Damion had finished, Ice added in a few comments that he'd apparently missed. The Powers blinked slowly and nodded, and said they'd amend things for the next task. A hand was waved in dismissal, and Ice felt the dream - or whatever it was - begin to fade around her.
__________
She woke up some time later and realized she was not in her own bed, or her own room. Ice sat up slowly and took in the surroundings. The dark canopy bed. The stone walls. The air expanse of the room that was so different from her own smaller, cramped quarters. She was no longer in her town hall; she was in Damion's castle.
Fuck.
Ice eased out of bed, slipping on her black and gold robe over her nightgown - at least that had come with her. She looked thoughtful, then she smirked. Well, had he or had he not complained that her side was overpowered? And had they or had they not said they'd fix it for the next task? She supposed this was a twisted way of doing it, and she wondered what the idea was. Simply surviving the day in the enemy's camp? Or was there more to it?
Grey eyes cast around for a note, but she saw nothing.
On bare feet, Ice stepped into the hallway and listened. She heard a familiar giggle from another room, and frowned. Laurel was here. Well, now, wasn't that just ... cheerful?