knightsoflegend | open ♔ socialization log

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open ♔ socialization log

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans. THIS IS MOSTLY AN OVERFLOW POST for the last social log whoops
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres, etc!
WHEN || Any time in May/June
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of these few months. Because not everyone is into parties, ok. Characters who are not currently squired in may also post, as their characters are living in the castle awaiting their ceremonies. This takes place after the Knights have returned from Dimitris' wedding.

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. WE ARE BIG ON THREAD-JACKING HERE. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt.]

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[it's been months without any contact between them. months of avoiding any place she regularly frequented, avoiding fiona's inquires about what had happened between them, between he and faye, about everything.

Months since he'd heard her laugh, seen her smile, smelled her perfume.

After everything had fallen out with faye, after he'd gotten his freedom once more, he had still avoided her at all cost.

He couldn't take the silence anymore.

It comes as a letter, slid under her door during one of her absences, the envelope and letter both made of thick, handmade paper. The script is very fancy, small and pleasing to the eye.]

Faith,

I'm sorry. There really isn't anything more I can say other than how very sorry I am. I just needed you to know.

I miss you.

~Jordan

[ she hears the scrape of envelope under her door, but bends to pick it up and recognizes the script before she can open the door, and it stays her. she wonders if it's fiona delivering it, but when she opens it and reads the contents, she has a feeling that fiona had nothing to do with this.

she pushes the door open, looking around to see if he's there ] Jordan?

[ if he's not, she's going to start down the halls rapidly, looking for him ]

[He hadn't gotten more than a few steps away from her door when the squeak of the hinges alerts him, and then his name called out in her voice.

He stops, shoulders tensing slightly as he sucks in a deep breath before turning to face her.]

Hi, Faith.

[ it's weird, just hearing him say her name again. ] Do you... do you want to come in and talk?

[He just... stares at her for a moment, his face inscrutable.]

I'd really like that, yeah.

[ she pushes the door wider, and indicates he can go in ahead of her, watching him carefully but not saying anything else for now ]

[He walks through the door, eyes catching on hers briefly before walking the rest of the way into the room. It's strange, being back here after so long.

He stops in the middle of the rug, hands in pockets as he turns towards her again. Also not knowing what to say.]

[ she shuts the door, turning around to lean against it with both hands behind herself ] ... So.

[He blows out a breath, a hand coming up to scruff through the back of his hair nervously.]

So... How've you been? [it's a lame attempt at normalcy, he knows that, but it feels wrong just diving right into the thick of the tension between the two of them.]

I mean. If we're being honest? Better. [ it's maybe an unexpected answer, but she finds it hard to fake a smile right now ] Sort of missing one of my best friends.

[his eyes drop down and away, the guilt and anger he's been holding onto a tense mixture on his face as he takes another few steps away from her.]

I'd like to hope you're talking about me. [He's like... ninety percent certain that she is, but it's hard to tell with Faith sometimes.

He finally looks back to her, his face still torn between his raging emotions.]

I still want to be your friend, Faith. And I'm so sorry about how much time we've missed.

I just... I don't get it, Jordan. I don't understand anything that happened, because you wouldn't talk to me! Did I do something to make you think you couldn't trust me?

No! No, you didn't- It wasn't you at all! [He releases a frustrated sigh, takes a deep breath and finally faces her squarely.]

It wasn't that I wouldn't talk to you, Faith. I literally couldn't tell you what was going on. I didn't have a choice, I had no control over myself.

Faye, she... I couldn't do anything she didn't want me to, or say anything she didn't want me to, she literally forbade me.

She forbade you? [ her tone shifts a bit now, eyebrows climbing and a little bit of anger and outrage creeping into her voice ]

Yes [he breathes, his own anger climbing at the memory of feeling Faye holding his bottle, holding his freedom in her greedy hands.]

She forbade me from telling you, telling anyone the truth. For months I could do nothing but bite my tongue, to try and get anyone to understand what I was trying to say between the lines, what I literally couldn't say.

[at this point his eyes are actually glowing that otherworldly blue they seem to take on when he's in the grip of a strong emotion, hands balled into fists at his side. his anger is clearly getting the better of him as a slight wind picks up in the room around them, rustling the curtains and bed covers, a small spattering of glitter starting to trail out from his hands.]

But no one understood, no one... I couldn't be clearer, they way she had worded it was too clever for me to be able to twist out of. [the wind picks up more, the curtains ruffling away from the windows, more glitter swirling through the room with the two of them in the center of it all.]

Emma finally suspected enough to question what was going on between us, why Faye was suddenly distancing herself and why the two of us were so close, though we'd never had much contact before our mission on Andres.

And I had to distance myself from you. I didn't know what she would do, if you stayed too close. I couldn't risk her telling me to hurt you, physically, to try and scare you off. [ at this it's like they are in the eye of a tornado, the glitter and dust from the room blurring everything but the two of them at the edges, the glow of his eyes starting to crackle like lightning. his anger and despair are near palpable enough to touch. his voice deepens as he continue to talk.]

So, I had to hurt you emotionally. I had to get you away from me somehow, and the only way I could see to do it was to make you not want to be near me.

[ her eyes widen a bit more as his eyes change, as the wind gusts up around them, and she glances this way and that at it, more fascinated and pained by this display of his own agony than filled with any sort of fear. her feet propel her forward a step, as she tries to process what he's saying. how could she have missed it? should she have been able to do what he said and see between the lines? what did it mean that she hadn't?

she's only sure of one thing, and her head shakes slightly back and forth as she says it: ] Jordan. I always wanted to be near you.

I didn't think that's what you wanted.

[he takes another step towards her as well, the space separating them hardly there, he eyes boring into hers with their crackling energy.]

Of course I wanted to be near you, Faith, more than you know. I still want to be near you. [he drags in another ragged breath, needing to say this, to clear the air and be sure she had the whole story.]

She had my bottle. Faye took my bottle on our mission on Andres, and controlled me for months. [boom]

[ it's faith's turn to look angry, for sparks to light in her green eyes that are much less literal, but no less intense. ] She-- [ she can't even speak for a second, trying to wrap her head around that level of invasion. ] Why did she let you go? How did you get free?

Emma. It was Emma that finally found her out.

[He turns away, trying to reign in his quickly disintegrating control over his temper, and after a few moments the winds around them begin to slow.]

I don't know how she convinced her to give me back my freedom, all I know is I'm grateful to her that she did.

But why? Why did Faye do it in the first place? What kind of monster could do such a thing?

[He sighs, shoulders sagging tiredly as the winds die down completely around them, the fall of glitter settling to the carpet.]

Power. It's always for power.

It's evil, that's what it is. What she did to you was evil, Jordan! [ she steps closer to him, passionate anger in her steps, and just manages to stop herself short ]

[Part of him wants to vehemently agree with Faith, to tell her she was right and that Faye's actions were evil, and yes at times that's how it felt. But another, quieter and more logical part of himself knew that it had more been the actions of someone desperate and scared. It didn't stop him from being angry with her, from hoping to never have to deal with her again, but he couldn't help that he felt an empathy with her.

But Faith's fury is still palpable, as his anger is starting to cool, allowing him to appreciate her in her glorious state. He takes the last step towards her, one hand coming up to close around her upper arm gently, unable to stop himself from touching her for the first time in so long.]

I'm so sorry, Faith. [His other hand is gentle as his knuckles brush feather light against her cheek.] I should have come to you sooner.

[ his touch, so light when her anger is running so high, sends a frustrated wave of emotion through her, and there's a wildness in her eyes as they search his, something demanding in them that seems unlike her usual carefree demeanor. that maenad temperament can lie pretty dormant in her most of the time, but when it explodes upward, it leaves her brimming with feelings that she doesn't know what to do with.

all she knows is that she doesn't want anything remotely gentle right now. ] I don't want you to be sorry. I want you to show me what you've wanted all this time. [ her hand balls in the front of his shirt, firmly, drawing herself closer to him.

what she also wanted was to punch faye in the face, but maybe this would be a good way to dispel some of that. maybe. ] Make me believe it's me.

[His eyes narrow as she pulls herself to him, landing on her lips and resting there as a new kind of fire lights their depths. His blue orbs drag back up to hold her gaze, the hand that had been brushing gently against her cheek slides around to cup the base of her skull, the other drifting down from her arm to the small of her back. He tilts her head so it seems that she is proffering her mouth to his, all the while maintaining eye contact and with an unyielding and inexorable, other-worldly strength he pulls her so she is flush against him.

His breath hitches at their closeness, head dipping towards her, stopping so-so close she can feel his breath hot on her lips. There he pauses for long seconds, seeming to relish the building tension, his lips ever so slightly brushing softly to the side of her mouth, first on one side, then the other, not quite touching her lips as he holds her head stationary in his grasp. As he catches her eyes once more there is a primal look on his face that she hasn't seen before, one that is old and on a level that her body recognizes and responds to of its own accord.

Finally, after another long moment, his lips claim hers, and it is a claiming. They move over hers with just the right amount of pressure, not quite with bruising force, but nearly. It's a long, languid kiss, his breathing growing heavier as he pulls her closer, backing them across the room until her back is against the wall and she is pinned between him and it, his hand changing its hold from her back to her hip where his fingers flex restlessly.

He draws away just so his lips brush hers, enough to speak in a low, guttural voice-] You're you, Faith. You are definitely you.

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