05-28-2018, 09:36 PM
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The hope and wonder that Hazel exhibited in the wake of Margaery indeed confirming she spoke Latin was heartwarming. She felt so utterly at home conversing in the language and, for a brief moment, she was once more transported back in time to her beautiful estate and her childhood. Her father had just returned home coated in blood and she recalled running to embrace him regardless, the sticky substance unsuccessful in fazing the blossoming vampire. That had been the first and only time he had returned the gesture, whispering a Latin phrase in her ear before excusing himself.
It amazed the chocolate point to think that things had fallen apart so quickly after that.
But right, back to the present... she needed to stop getting distracted by thoughts of her childhood- thoughts she had long since repressed. Hazel was probably wondering why Margaery seemed to come in and out of awareness, hell, her inquiry alone was enough to alert the chocolate point that she was concerned about her. [color=#b14767]"Just reminiscing about the past..." She confessed quietly, lips pursing.
[color=#b14767]"Familiare illud esse de ratione credendum. fuimus semper ... polita humanitate praediti. Niklaus patris mei ut essent proflui patruos et amitas eandemque doceatisque filios et pensa quam loqui. mirum memini de lapsu in latino sermone qui fecit omnia them," She responded, the words falling so easily, so effortlessly off of her tongue. She was grateful for the distraction that Hazel's question provided her and in that moment, she realized that it had been ages since she had last spoken Latin. The language still seemed to come as easy as breathing to the starstuck guardian and she knew that it ran in her blood. Just like vampirism. Just like beastliness.
[i]"Always and forever, sweet Margaery... in saecula saeculorum."[/i]
Her father's voice rang in her mind, softer than she had ever heard it, gentler too. For a creature so terrifying, so absolutely dreadful, she certainly brought out a side in him that he had grown to resent. That was the reason he left her, right? What else could it be? Why else would he choose to pursue his own sick bloodlust instead of staying at the estate with Mother and her? Let it go. Let it go now, Margaery. You're heading down a path of pain. Focus on Hazel.
And so she did.
As her voice changed to resemble something more guarded, Margaery's expression found a way to soften. This had happened before between them and the girl knew not to pry. Perhaps Hazel would one day open up about the things that silently haunted her, the things she refused to talk about currently, but until then, Margy knew that it was not, nor would it ever be, her business. [color=#b14767]"Et tu mirabiliter. sed quid est hoc sermone facilis," She extended pleasantly, though she hoped the deeper meaning of her words reached the fae: 'I understand what you mean and we don't have to talk about. It's okay. Just like with Bastillepaw, Hazel's happiness and comfort would come first always and forever.
As Hazel opted to switch back into English, she leaned forward intently, curious as to what Hazel had to say before she abruptly cut herself.
"Well, I guess Margy will make a much better teacher than me, anyway."
Those words... his arrival... They both proved to be a surprise to Margaery.
She would turn to Bast, smiling brightly, excited to share with him she and Hazel's most recent development only to be met with a stare that she was intimately familiar with. In her experience, the chocolate point knew that if you started into darkness long enough, your own darkness began to stare back. She could feel her warmth fleeing her, replaced now by the monster she kept hidden from everyone. The monster that only revealed itself when her teeth were sunken into the neck of her prey. The monster that, arguably, she was at her core. She had been so careful to keep the beast away from her clanmates, unable to shackle it after she made the conscious decision to reform with it. She had done a good job too... up until now, up until it realized that she would be absolutely devastated had it not stepped in.
An unwavering copper gaze would meet his tropical green one, her expression contorted in such a way that half challenged him to make a move, to say something. No words were exchanged between the pair though and before she knew it, he was leaving, bringing the life of the room with it. Something stirred inside of her at that moment, her detached apathy giving way to sudden distress as she realized what had happened. What she had done.
Somehow, this always happened to her.
Somehow, she always proved to everyone that she was just a terrible, awful, no good mother.
Copper eyes still dark, still menacing, would fall upon Hazel, concern gleaming within them. [color=#b14767]"It wasn't your fault, dulcis. It was mine... I didn't realize that my fluency in Latin would... would anger him so much," She mused quietly, staring hard at the empty spot he had just occupied.
Shadows still embraced her features and Margaery looked very much like a monster. She was tired suddenly, and sadder then she was letting on... she didn't have the energy to try to honey herself.
She would sniffle though, a sudden onslaught of tears suddenly threatening to overwhelm her.
[color=#b14767]"Ego autem vadam quo nefas? Quid sum ego de huiusmodi defectum matris?"
(translations:
familiare illud esse de ratione credendum. fuimus semper ... polita humanitate praediti. Niklaus patris mei ut essent proflui patruos et amitas eandemque doceatisque filios et pensa quam loqui. mirum memini de lapsu in latino sermone qui fecit omnia them - my family believed it to be essential. we were always... cultured. niklaus, my father, as well as my aunts and uncles were fluent and thus tasked with teaching the children how to speak it. it was strange, i remember slipping in an out of Latin when having conversations with them- we all did that.
et tu mirabiliter. sed quid est hoc sermone facilis - you're remarkable. it isn't an easy language to learn.
in saecula saeculorum - always and forever
dulcis - sweet
ego autem vadam quo nefas? quid sum ego de huiusmodi defectum matris? - where did i go wrong? why am i such a failure of a mother?)
It amazed the chocolate point to think that things had fallen apart so quickly after that.
But right, back to the present... she needed to stop getting distracted by thoughts of her childhood- thoughts she had long since repressed. Hazel was probably wondering why Margaery seemed to come in and out of awareness, hell, her inquiry alone was enough to alert the chocolate point that she was concerned about her. [color=#b14767]"Just reminiscing about the past..." She confessed quietly, lips pursing.
[color=#b14767]"Familiare illud esse de ratione credendum. fuimus semper ... polita humanitate praediti. Niklaus patris mei ut essent proflui patruos et amitas eandemque doceatisque filios et pensa quam loqui. mirum memini de lapsu in latino sermone qui fecit omnia them," She responded, the words falling so easily, so effortlessly off of her tongue. She was grateful for the distraction that Hazel's question provided her and in that moment, she realized that it had been ages since she had last spoken Latin. The language still seemed to come as easy as breathing to the starstuck guardian and she knew that it ran in her blood. Just like vampirism. Just like beastliness.
[i]"Always and forever, sweet Margaery... in saecula saeculorum."[/i]
Her father's voice rang in her mind, softer than she had ever heard it, gentler too. For a creature so terrifying, so absolutely dreadful, she certainly brought out a side in him that he had grown to resent. That was the reason he left her, right? What else could it be? Why else would he choose to pursue his own sick bloodlust instead of staying at the estate with Mother and her? Let it go. Let it go now, Margaery. You're heading down a path of pain. Focus on Hazel.
And so she did.
As her voice changed to resemble something more guarded, Margaery's expression found a way to soften. This had happened before between them and the girl knew not to pry. Perhaps Hazel would one day open up about the things that silently haunted her, the things she refused to talk about currently, but until then, Margy knew that it was not, nor would it ever be, her business. [color=#b14767]"Et tu mirabiliter. sed quid est hoc sermone facilis," She extended pleasantly, though she hoped the deeper meaning of her words reached the fae: 'I understand what you mean and we don't have to talk about. It's okay. Just like with Bastillepaw, Hazel's happiness and comfort would come first always and forever.
As Hazel opted to switch back into English, she leaned forward intently, curious as to what Hazel had to say before she abruptly cut herself.
"Well, I guess Margy will make a much better teacher than me, anyway."
Those words... his arrival... They both proved to be a surprise to Margaery.
She would turn to Bast, smiling brightly, excited to share with him she and Hazel's most recent development only to be met with a stare that she was intimately familiar with. In her experience, the chocolate point knew that if you started into darkness long enough, your own darkness began to stare back. She could feel her warmth fleeing her, replaced now by the monster she kept hidden from everyone. The monster that only revealed itself when her teeth were sunken into the neck of her prey. The monster that, arguably, she was at her core. She had been so careful to keep the beast away from her clanmates, unable to shackle it after she made the conscious decision to reform with it. She had done a good job too... up until now, up until it realized that she would be absolutely devastated had it not stepped in.
An unwavering copper gaze would meet his tropical green one, her expression contorted in such a way that half challenged him to make a move, to say something. No words were exchanged between the pair though and before she knew it, he was leaving, bringing the life of the room with it. Something stirred inside of her at that moment, her detached apathy giving way to sudden distress as she realized what had happened. What she had done.
Somehow, this always happened to her.
Somehow, she always proved to everyone that she was just a terrible, awful, no good mother.
Copper eyes still dark, still menacing, would fall upon Hazel, concern gleaming within them. [color=#b14767]"It wasn't your fault, dulcis. It was mine... I didn't realize that my fluency in Latin would... would anger him so much," She mused quietly, staring hard at the empty spot he had just occupied.
Shadows still embraced her features and Margaery looked very much like a monster. She was tired suddenly, and sadder then she was letting on... she didn't have the energy to try to honey herself.
She would sniffle though, a sudden onslaught of tears suddenly threatening to overwhelm her.
[color=#b14767]"Ego autem vadam quo nefas? Quid sum ego de huiusmodi defectum matris?"
(translations:
familiare illud esse de ratione credendum. fuimus semper ... polita humanitate praediti. Niklaus patris mei ut essent proflui patruos et amitas eandemque doceatisque filios et pensa quam loqui. mirum memini de lapsu in latino sermone qui fecit omnia them - my family believed it to be essential. we were always... cultured. niklaus, my father, as well as my aunts and uncles were fluent and thus tasked with teaching the children how to speak it. it was strange, i remember slipping in an out of Latin when having conversations with them- we all did that.
et tu mirabiliter. sed quid est hoc sermone facilis - you're remarkable. it isn't an easy language to learn.
in saecula saeculorum - always and forever
dulcis - sweet
ego autem vadam quo nefas? quid sum ego de huiusmodi defectum matris? - where did i go wrong? why am i such a failure of a mother?)
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