Jomi scanned the tops of the market walls with a scowl on his face. It seemed like the consolation prize had finally learned his place, as Percy, Edith's newest crow bondmate, was nowhere to be seen. In fact the Azure market was completely clear of any black feathered birds. Since Kelvic animals were indistinguishable from their feral counterparts Jomi had taken to beating the stuffing out of any bird he saw, just to make sure.
He followed his bondmate duitifuly over the peaks, thrilled to just be in her presence again. After weeks of hiding herself away from her visitors and 'bondmate', Edith had finally left her residence at the Solar Wind apartments to deliver a package. A linen bundle tied with coarse twine was held tightly under her arm, destined for Satu peak. Now the ghost had a chance to finally be alone with her for the first time in five years.
Having been with Madeira for two of those years, suddenly being without the uppity, controlling spiritist was strange. He didn't miss her, he told himself. Not even close. But it felt odd in the same way one would miss an extraneous organ if it were to be removed, and there was just this blank space deep inside where it used to be.
Well, whatever the feeling there was no turning back. In their last confrontation he barely escaped with his life, diminished though it was. He had never seen the cool headed Craven so completely lose control, as his double crossing came to light and her trust in him shattered. Betraying her hadn't been easy, but it was necessary. Tying himself so completely to his former mistress was a mistake he had to rectify, and Rothsam was the only person who could keep her in check. He couldn't let himself get sucked further into her life, into her family, and let himself continue to be a pawn in her goals. They had gotten stronger together, traveled the world together, and had had each others back, once. But that was over now.
It didn't matter, he told himself. He didn't need her anymore. He had Edith.
Edith ,or Rosemary as she had taken to calling herself, had grown since they're time in Alvadas. Her shallow cheeks and sharp bony features were replaced with a gentle softness and her lanky frame had grown in womanly charm. Deck out in finery and a sparkling draped robe, well dressed and well fed, living as the well looked after mistress of a powerful man in the diamond of Kalea. She had everything Jomi wanted but was never able to give her.
Jomi kept his eyes on his bondmate as he trailed his unmaterialized soulmist ten steps behind her, just as she asked. Or was he five steps behind her now? Two? Certainly close enough to ruffle the ends of her long braided hair and lift the dragging ends of her skirt over puddles. Jomi purred silently as he hovered his unmaterialized hand over her shoulder, pulling at the long buried memories of the warmth of her skin on his. He didn't know how to count, it was her own fault for giving him instructions he couldn't follow.
Even with the close proximity of his soulmist Ediths eyes stayed firmly fixed on the path ahead. Her steps were hurried and wooden, pulling her robes tighter as the frosted chill of his soulmist pricked at her shoulder. Not one glancing back, or acknowledging the ghost.
This cold and distant act was starting to irk the attention starved ghost. Jomi trusted her, she was everything to him, but even after weeks of his bondmate demanding space and time to adjust Edith seemed no warmer to his presence. He always made sure to stay by her side as an ever vigilant spectre. Whether it was punishing the suspicious men that passed too close to her home or watching over her as she slept, he always looked out for her best interests. But even after all his efforts he couldn't even get a smile in return.
Shaking off the stress and his rising temper the ghost concentrated on pulling his soulmist closer to his core. He wound the etherial mists together and packed them down. Creating a body indistinguishable for that of a flesh and blood person with the help of the Dira stone as he stalked towards the red headed woman. The ghost then brought forward the latent power up from his core and wove it into the soulmist in his hands. His face twisted in intense concentration as he made sure to spread the raw energy out over his entire hand. He reached out and pushed his hand into hers, lacing their fingers together triumphantly.
WC: 790
He followed his bondmate duitifuly over the peaks, thrilled to just be in her presence again. After weeks of hiding herself away from her visitors and 'bondmate', Edith had finally left her residence at the Solar Wind apartments to deliver a package. A linen bundle tied with coarse twine was held tightly under her arm, destined for Satu peak. Now the ghost had a chance to finally be alone with her for the first time in five years.
Having been with Madeira for two of those years, suddenly being without the uppity, controlling spiritist was strange. He didn't miss her, he told himself. Not even close. But it felt odd in the same way one would miss an extraneous organ if it were to be removed, and there was just this blank space deep inside where it used to be.
Well, whatever the feeling there was no turning back. In their last confrontation he barely escaped with his life, diminished though it was. He had never seen the cool headed Craven so completely lose control, as his double crossing came to light and her trust in him shattered. Betraying her hadn't been easy, but it was necessary. Tying himself so completely to his former mistress was a mistake he had to rectify, and Rothsam was the only person who could keep her in check. He couldn't let himself get sucked further into her life, into her family, and let himself continue to be a pawn in her goals. They had gotten stronger together, traveled the world together, and had had each others back, once. But that was over now.
It didn't matter, he told himself. He didn't need her anymore. He had Edith.
Edith ,or Rosemary as she had taken to calling herself, had grown since they're time in Alvadas. Her shallow cheeks and sharp bony features were replaced with a gentle softness and her lanky frame had grown in womanly charm. Deck out in finery and a sparkling draped robe, well dressed and well fed, living as the well looked after mistress of a powerful man in the diamond of Kalea. She had everything Jomi wanted but was never able to give her.
Jomi kept his eyes on his bondmate as he trailed his unmaterialized soulmist ten steps behind her, just as she asked. Or was he five steps behind her now? Two? Certainly close enough to ruffle the ends of her long braided hair and lift the dragging ends of her skirt over puddles. Jomi purred silently as he hovered his unmaterialized hand over her shoulder, pulling at the long buried memories of the warmth of her skin on his. He didn't know how to count, it was her own fault for giving him instructions he couldn't follow.
Even with the close proximity of his soulmist Ediths eyes stayed firmly fixed on the path ahead. Her steps were hurried and wooden, pulling her robes tighter as the frosted chill of his soulmist pricked at her shoulder. Not one glancing back, or acknowledging the ghost.
This cold and distant act was starting to irk the attention starved ghost. Jomi trusted her, she was everything to him, but even after weeks of his bondmate demanding space and time to adjust Edith seemed no warmer to his presence. He always made sure to stay by her side as an ever vigilant spectre. Whether it was punishing the suspicious men that passed too close to her home or watching over her as she slept, he always looked out for her best interests. But even after all his efforts he couldn't even get a smile in return.
Shaking off the stress and his rising temper the ghost concentrated on pulling his soulmist closer to his core. He wound the etherial mists together and packed them down. Creating a body indistinguishable for that of a flesh and blood person with the help of the Dira stone as he stalked towards the red headed woman. The ghost then brought forward the latent power up from his core and wove it into the soulmist in his hands. His face twisted in intense concentration as he made sure to spread the raw energy out over his entire hand. He reached out and pushed his hand into hers, lacing their fingers together triumphantly.
WC: 790
