The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Tanna]

Tanna's breath catches in her throat, a shudder rippling through her as she stares down at her new perhaps pet.  The tight leather of her bodysuit is clearly unsuitable for combat, as anything thin enough to show how hard her nipples have become would offer little protection. "Oh my sweet Mary," she whispers hungrily. Reaching down, she yanks the mortal upright with surprising strength and nearly devours her mouth in a kiss. Oh the things I will make you do, the thing I will make you into. I think perhaps I might just keep you for myself, just for a little while.

Breaking away, pupils dark and whites glowing faintly, she moves her mouth to Mary's neck to suckle and bite gently. "I will make you scream my name for hours and every minute of it will you worship me until your flesh fails and your soul burns with pleasure and satisfaction." If any part of Mary is capable of seeing it, she might note that people seem to be ignoring them despite their very... erotic actions- did Tanna use that distraction spell again?

[Marian Hawke]

"Yes, my lady," she whispers, swallowing back a groan of pleasure. I will let you break me, destroy me. And I will rise from the ashes, a phoenix, stronger, better than before. Yes. Take me. I am ready.

[NPCs]

After Beth's interlude with Shiori- which had gone pretty well, if she could say so herself- she had made a point of tracking down Roland and dumping everything on him. Captain Vallen's arrival, her news, what had happened in the grotto... and, the floodgates open, more of her and Carver's past. Including the cutting, the poison, and the dark moods her twin had suffered for almost a decade. The elf had looked aged by the time she finishes, but he had held her while she cried, patted her on the back and comforted her. Beth had returned to Shiori to cuddle and recover, which left Roland to think. And plan.

The following morning, he gets a tray made up shortly before they all normally have breakfast and knocks on Carver's door. A few moments pass, then, after his fourth knock, Merrill lets him to. She's wearing just a sheet, though Roland's practiced eye suggests that it's not because she'd had sex recently, and the room is dark and unlit save for a trickle of sunlight from the closed and curtained window. Well... shit. Guess sex ed part two is going to have to wait. Setting the tray down, he pulls a chair up to the bed where Carver is bundled up. "Lad?"

[Carver Amell]

Carver stares at the wall, feeling how heavy his chest feels, how labored his breathing. But he rouses some when Roland enters, turning his head to look at the man. "Sorry," he mumbles, hating that he's like this, that he can't seem to get going. That he just can't... he meant to get out of bed today, so he didn't worry Beth. He meant to get up and get dressed and go about his day. But... he keeps drifting back to sleep, his body heavy, his breathing labored. Five more minutes, he keeps telling himself, and then just... not doing it. 

[Merrill]

Merrill crawls into the bed behind him, not caring if Rolang gets flashed in the process. She doesn't know how to help so all she can think to do is just... be with him. Worming under the blankets, she presses herself against him, wanting to share warmth and skin contact.

[NPCs]

"Rough day?" Roland asks softly, voice sympathetic. "Heard about... yesterday. Terrible news, my condolences." Can't find any sorrow for the bitch dying, but I wish she hadn't managed to hurt you two one last time in the doing. Took Mal away and now she's trying her best to break his kids from the damn grave. Some people just don't deserve the life Astea gives them.

[Carver Amell]

"Terrible," he echoes, with a bitter edge to it. "I killed my mother. I suppose that's terrible news." 

[NPCs]

"I could make a comment about not realizing you could teleport or mind control from a distance, but that doesn't seem like it'd be helpful. You're smart enough to realize you didn't make her do what she done." Roland shrugs a little. "Guessing you blame yerself because you ran off?"

[Carver Amell]

"She blamed me, in her... her suicide note," says Carver, and his voice is flat, dull. "You don't put something in your last note if it's not important. She said I was tainted. Broken. When I went missing she realized she could never fix me, and killed herself rather than see what I became."

[NPCs]

Roland's brow furrows. Beth has pretty good memory for words- music still fights her and remember what she sees is still more miss than hit but... "Beth said Vallen mentioned her writing about a burden she passed on to you, not blame. Sounds to me like she felt guilty about treating you so poorly. Might help to see if this paladin lady has the full wording of it. If not... I've... made friends with a few of the druids, might be able to coax a few divinations. None are near as good as that Seeker friend of yours but..." He shrugs.

[Carver Amell]

"You never met her," Carver whispers. "She never felt guilty in her life."

[NPCs]

Roland is quiet for a long moment. "Losing someone... it can change people," he says quietly. "Losing Mal- your father Malcolm I mean- it..." He hesitates.

[Carver Amell]

He shrugs a shoulder. I still killed her, no matter how you slice it.

[NPCs]

Recovering from the pang of grief, Roland shakes his head to focus. "When your father died, I blamed myself. Still do sometimes, especially in the late hours of the night. Something about those hours just before dawn that seem to grow guilt's power I guess. It's hard, pushing past that. Accepting that taking the blame for his death was the same as taking credit for his life. He was his own person, able to choose his own path. Maybe I should have argued more or trained him better. But maybe if I had, his life would have ended even sooner. Or maybe he wouldn't have sired the three of you. And... and Mal, he would never have wanted to live at your expenses. Being a father terrified him, but he loved all of you, even if he never got the chance to me you and Beth."

[Carver Amell]

Carver blinks, frowning a bit. "Malcolm is Marian's father," he says, slowly.