The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Carver Amell]

"It didn't say -- a nobleman, I think, because the family line descended from him. He had a twin, Bethany-Ann, who never married."

[Bethany]

She grins at him. "So... you took a name from someone with a twin named Beth, huh?" She never married... wonder if she was sapphic and was just keeping it quiet? Or maybe just didn't want to settle down, I guess.

[Carver Amell]

He blushes a bit. "Well, yeah. And, and it's almost my... my old name. The swordsman Carver had a sister Beth too, though she was older. And I didn't see any other Carols. So I wonder if Mother kind of had Carver in mind when she named me."

[Bethany]

"Beth and Carver..." Moving to the side, she lays down next to her twin, smile still firmly in place. "Guess it was fate really. This... the potion, whatever we do to make it last... it's just setting things right, making it the way it was supposed to be."

[Carver Amell]

He swallows. "You're really not upset?" he asks, quietly. "Because we won't... match, anymore?"

[Bethany]

"Huh? Of course we will. You're my twin, doesn't matter what you look like," Beth says, expression confused. "I mean, not like we're identical anyway, right?" She grins broadly at him, impish delight. in her eyes. "Kind of looking forward to having a big, strong older brother to defend my honor and stuff. When I want you to of course."

[Carver Amell]

His eyes brim over with tears. "Thank you," he whispers. "I thought-- I still have nightmares sometimes, about the sanitarium. I thought everyone would..."

[Bethany]

"I've only ever wanted you to be happy, ma'win," Beth whispers back, her own eyes filling. "I know I failed, a lot, even made it worse. But I just wanted you to smile again."

[Carver Amell]

"Let's stop fighting," he says, abruptly. "I'll probably n-never see Jad-dan again, so, let's just not fight anymore."

[Bethany]

Beth's eyes widen and then the tears spill over. Before she can second guess herself, before her need to have him finally agree that Jadan was evil, that he raped her, can take over... She nods. "Okay. Okay. I hate being angry with you. It feels so wrong, like- like all the color was leached from the world and half the warmth, leaving this sticky, smelly film on everything."

[Carver Amell]

Carver nods. "Like when Mother sent you away."

[Bethany]

Beth nods back and reaches out to cup his cheek. "Yeah. It's wrong to... to not have you in my life."

[Carver Amell]

Carver gives a lopsided smile. "Twins. Like Mother and Gamlen -- together forever."

[Marian Hawke]

So the thing about sex is that it's amazing.

Marian sleeps deeper than she's slept in a long time; the presence of warm arms around her waist, soft skin pressed up against hers, helps more than she can put into words. Her new friend tastes like exotic spices and feels like freedom, and she can't help it, she's falling for her fast and hard. For once in her life she's gotten herself a taste of something good, something wild and free and hers, and as she wakes she can't imagine going back, not now that she knows what it's like. Desperate to be kept, to make herself half as tempting to her partner as the woman is to her, she slips from bed and begins making breakfast: eggs, bread, butter, some smoked fish. She must eat fish, right? With that webbing between her toes?

[Isabela]

For her part, the merikos undine rises partway through, watching her latest bedwarmer cook -- in the buff, which is as entertaining as it is dangerous. Not bad. A little young, but she'll fill out with time, I think.

That settled, Isabela rises, not bothering with clothing as she moves to set the table. Breakfast, then I'll send her home. This was fun, but I've got to get going. Her time in Raplin's Oak is coming to a close anyway; some asshole's rented the entire inn, leaving her to board at some kid's tiny cabin while he works the nightshift. Too cramped for comfort. If I'm going to be in rooms this small, I'd rather be at sea, where I can take the rooms with me. She's only a few things left on her shopping list before she leaves town, so it's mostly an inconvenience than anything else. Almost a shame -- I'm half tempted to stay longer, just to see if I can bed the boy. Ah well. If I succeed, I'll come back this way. If I won't, no sense leaving potential entanglements behind.