earlymorninstar

[Beneath a moonless sky] 18+ [Arista x Earlymorninstar]

She knew Ryanair had a bit of pent up emotion, but Clara hadn’t exactly been anticipating for all of it to come out at once. She’d felt herself almost taking in a breath for him after his onslaught of sudden words. She’d blinked in surprise, her brows rising in response before she’d even dared to look towards Kieran whom seemed just as shocked. Of course he was entirely unaware of the ongoings of the past weeks - how could he have known? Everyone simply skirted around it - allowed him to continue to be oblivious to what he was doing and what was going on. At the end of the day, she wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good thing or not. She supposed both her and Ryanair were about to figure that out.

Clara had quickly downed the rest of her wine in response and had almost braced herself for Kieran to lash out. But Ryanair had her distracted yet again. Once more the male surprised her as he suddenly rose to grab a bottle of wine and fill her glass. She’d raised a brow, wondering idly if this was a quick distraction to keep him away from Kieran, not to mention, it kept him closer to her. Still, Clara had nodded in return and murmured a quiet thanks before the sudden chill of the room had her focused.

It left her unsettled - the sudden burst of energy in the room. Whether it was to keep Kieran protected or not, she was unsure. If it was, indeed, to stop him from lashing out - perhaps that was his intention all along.

She’d looked back to Kieran and took a step forward in front of Ryanair. “Now, I know this must seem... alarming -- but you really did need to know.” Clara reminded him, her tone almost chiding; mature. She was willing to keep him in line if she had to -- although, there still was a part of her who doubted herself. He was her sire after all, and as such, he did have a bit of control over her whether she’d liked to admit it or not. Their bond was weak - almost non-existent, but Kieran had displayed more times than not that he knew it still was there and he could use it.

@Arista

[Beneath a moonless sky] 18+ [Arista x Earlymorninstar]

When Ryanair had stepped inside, Clara followed until he’d released her. As she expected, he immediately headed towards Kieran, and it was apparent he was terribly unsure of what to do. She had lingered by the door quietly, only nodding towards Kieran when he’d acknowledged her. She’d carefully shut the door behind her and leaned against it for a long moment as she watched the two of them, noting how Ryanair still shied away from him. She’d known that feeling all too well - regardless of the words that had come out of Kieran’s mouth weeks ago - his touch had her wanting to hide; wanting to run. She didn’t want to allow herself to fall right back into what had caused her moment of weakness with him centuries before. She’d been terrified that she’d be betrayed again, and could hardly allow herself to believe any words that passed his lips, even if they might have been true.

The uncertainty and nerves had been so terribly obvious that Clara frowned as she watched the younger male near Kieran’s bed. She’d remained where she was for only a moment longer before she took a few steps into the room. She’d glanced at her surroundings - the high walls and windows; the furniture, even the floor - anything to keep her attention from the two for as long as she could. She hardly wanted to see any bit of comfort that she felt might occur, and yet, she had to be fully aware of what was going on should he lash out and Clara have to intervene.

She’d idly stepped passed a dresser and ran her hand against the top before she paused, only a little closer to Ryanair. Once more she’d lifted her glass to take a long sip of whatever wine remained, and she frowned at the little amount that had been left. Lord, she should have filled her glass up at least once more before she’d decided on assisting Ryanair. At least then she probably wouldn’t feel as uncomfortable as she was in that moment.

Even so, Ryanair had begun, but there was far too long of a pause following. She’d looked towards the younger male and cleared her throat softly, her hand dropping carefully with her glass at her side. Her other arm was crossed against her chest, her hand holding her fallen arm. “Go ahead, Ryanair...” She intervened, knowing he’d probably needed that little push. He needed that little chip at his wall to make it come tumbling down. The worse that could happen was that Kieran would lash out -- and Clara would at least be there to stop it.

@Arista

[Beneath a moonless sky] 18+ [Arista x Earlymorninstar]

It was odd-- to walk along side of him, her arm in his -- it really had seemed that hell had frozen over. Clara knew she had been awful to him from the start and it was a shame that it took the sight of his pain caused by Kieran to cause the sudden change in her. No, she wasn’t about to act as if she were his best friend, but she had to admit things had been different. She had been a little stiff at his side, unsure if she’d made the right decision to take his arm, but she also knew full well that there was no harm in it either. She simply had to trust it and let it happen, and she really did need to let her walls down eventually. It was of no use to her to keep them up -- especially in that home. She knew she had to learn eventually...

As they reached the stairs, she’d felt the squeeze on her arm before he’d broken away.She’d simply taken a step back and took a moment to lift her glass back to her lips again, her hesitation hidden by her sudden sip of wine. Clara had only nodded in return, surprised he’d even asked her if she’d wanted to wait for his return.

When he’d left, Clara stood alone at the bottom of the stairs - the remnants of any massacre now missing from the foyer. A soft sigh fell from her lips as she glanced towards the top of the stairwell for a moment. Regardless of what was bound to happen, Clara knew she had to keep firm and remain with Ryanair until he’d gotten everything out to Kieran. She owed him at least that. Part of her had felt guilty for the way she’d treated him before, and she’d at least hoped he understood why.

The fact that she’d been abandoned in such a way - all of those years without her sire - to come back to find him with another had hurt more than she’d anticipated. Of all of the scenarios she could have possibly planned in potentially seeing her sire again - to see him with another fledgling had been beyond her comprehension. She’d never thought of it; it never occurred to her that he could have just moved on, and this time, actually stayed with that person. And to add salt to the wound she had to watch Kieran care for him and show him more emotion than he ever could have bestowed upon her. It killed her more than she’d like to admit -- hell, it still did even after all she’d done for Kieran. It was almost a slap in the face to see him continuing to dote over the younger.

When Ryanair returned, his appearance had startled her from her thoughts. Clara had turned to look at him quickly and breathed a quiet sigh before she took his arm quicker than before this time. Perhaps she should take her own advice sometime and instead of reaming Kieran for all of the pain he caused -- she probably should act like an adult and explain it further... Maybe then he’d understand.

She’d took a few steps towards the stairs and headed up with him before turning down the hall. They’d eventually ended up at his new room, and she glanced to Ryanair for only a split moment. “I’m following your lead.” She reminded him quietly. She’d be there, regardless of how things played out. And hell, if she had to protect him should things go south - then so be it.

@Arista

[Beneath a moonless sky] 18+ [Arista x Earlymorninstar]

Clara hadn't entirely anticipated his acceptance. Hell, given how she'd been to him since day one, she wasn't sure she was the right person to be around should he choose to speak with him. What sort of comfort could she really provide? A part of her had hoped he would simply brush it off, but when he'd agreed to her plan, she'd tried not to look surprised. Well, she was in it for the long-haul, at least then, so she had to suck it up and deal with what she'd just committed herself to. Even if she was just a body in the room, it seemed that Ryanair sought some sort of comfort in that – and she would never really understand why.

"That sounds like a plan then." She spoke with a nod of her head. It was best to leave Wolff to the ceremony – given all that had happened in under twenty four hours, the man did not need to deal with any other drama. They could handle themselves and if, by some chance, Kieran would act out – Clara would have to be the one to deal with it. She'd made a mental note to stick to only the glass of wine she was holding, at least until all of this had passed. She had a feeling she might need another after Ryanair confronted Kieran.

Hell, she probably should have had a conversation like this with Kieran a long time ago instead of simply letting her anger go. She should have asked him what she wanted – told him how she felt. Instead she acted out her anger and put up her walls so that no one could penetrate them. Clara had frowned at the thought, knowing that too much time had probably passed to fix those errors. What was done is done and he'd at least sought some form of forgiveness…

Clara watched Ryanair move from her then before she decided to follow after him. When he'd extended an arm for her, she'd given pause – a moment of hesitation. Clearly, she was not used to such kindness from him given the fact that she'd never given him reason to show her such kindness. She'd been cold to him from the beginning out of both jealousy and the behavior that she'd grown used to. Now, he stood there, offering her his arm without any hesitation.

She'd only given a moment of pause before she had switched her glass to her free hand, and carefully took his arm. Her hesitation was clear, but she hadn't said a word further before she decided to follow him in step towards Kieran's room. If Christian could see her now, she was sure he'd probably think hell had frozen over.

@Arista

[Beneath a moonless sky] 18+ [Arista x Earlymorninstar]

Clara hadn't been entirely sure what sort of reaction that she would receive from the younger male. Clearly he seemed distraught, maybe more than he would have liked to have admitted. She was very familiar with that sense of inner turmoil, the need to do one thing all the while feeling the absolute necessity to run from it. Hell, she'd felt that every single damn day since Kieran had suddenly shown up back into her life. She should have left it alone a long time ago. She should have cut her losses and stopped looking for answers to the questions that overwhelmed her each and waking moment. She should have listened to Christian and found more companionship within him than she'd ever allowed herself. Instead, she'd grown into a bitter woman who'd been scorned, who was unwilling to accept the answers presented to her, and was unwilling to fully forgive someone who, at least minimally, did seem regretful for his mistakes.

His answers had come shortly after her question, and she'd allowed herself another sip of her wine as she mulled over what he'd said. She almost allowed a small smirk to fall upon her lips as she idly wondered just how to respond to him without sounding so damn cynical all of the time.

"… Welcome to my world, love." Clara began softly, her bright eyes falling upon the male once more. "Reliving it is only the beginning to healing, you know." Clara continued with a quiet sigh before her attention fell back on the pool ahead of them. "And perhaps dealing with it is all we can do – He does need to know what happened. Keeping him in the dark isn't necessarily going to fix things – although, I'm probably not the best person to discuss such doubts with." She'd shrugged her shoulders at that moment and again, took another sip of her wine.

"If you want to ask Wolff his opinion, then that's fine. But it seems as long as he has that crystal – he should be alright. There shouldn't be any lapse in control should he find out what exactly happened, but he really does need to know."

"Hell, I know I haven't been the best of company as of late, but I could tell him with you, if you'd like." Why she was offering, she really didn't know. The words had come out quicker than she could have thought about them. She owed this boy absolutely nothing, and yet felt the need to protect him like she'd once wanted to be protected. Perhaps it was the fact that they'd been sired by the same man, she wasn't sure. But, she'd placed the offer out there and was unsure he would take it. Even so, she didn't look back at him, afraid of the sudden judgement that might be in his eyes.

@Arista

[Beneath a moonless sky] 18+ [Arista x Earlymorninstar]

It had been a long while that Clara had been in the shower – perhaps longer than she'd intended. The events of the night prior had her shaken, more than she'd like to admit. The female always had to be in control of her own situations, especially after Kieran had once stolen away everything from her and left her helpless. She'd sworn never to make those mistakes again; never to lose control of her own life or future once more. And yet, the night before she'd been forced into a deep sleep that kept her blissfully unaware of the massacre that had occurred just behind her closed door. It was unsettling, and she hardly enjoyed the feeling of weakness one bit. Furthermore, to know someone had been in Kieran's room as well – She felt on edge, as if she really should run and take off, far, far away from it all. And yet – there she was, in the shower, unwilling to move from the hot water that surrounded her.

Why she found herself rooted was beyond her. She'd hardly held a bond with Kieran, at least – nowhere near the level that Ryanair had. Christian was clearly eager to go, so why couldn't she just agree? There really wasn't much there for her, was there?

A deep sigh fell from her lips as she pressed against the cold tile of the shower wall behind her. Her eyes remained shut as the water flowed against her skin, but she knew she would have to emerge at some point. She would have to face the rest of them who had lost most of their companions without the ability to help them.

Part of her had wanted to remain in her room and let it all unfold without her. Then again, she also felt the need to make sure Ryanair would be alright. Where the hell that urge came from, she wasn't entirely sure. Perhaps it was the reminder that she had no one to stop Kieran from what he'd done. She'd been vulnerable – she fell for that charm, she gave him the world – and look what happened. Ryanair seemed just as defenseless against Kieran – afraid to defend himself simply because he shouldn't have had to defend himself against the man that turned him. Clara, however, had no problem stopping him from causing harm against the male.

Clara had carefully reached out and turned off the water before she stepped out into the chilly air of her room, grabbing a towel to dry off. She'd tossed on whatever was easily accessible – a long-sleeved black shirt with dark jeans – before she brushed out her long hair carefully.

Her steps soon left the room and she headed down the hall, pausing only momentarily at Kieran's door. She'd lingered there for a moment, longer than she'd cared to admit, before she continued down the hall. What good would it do should she check on the male? He hardly would care, she thought, and neither should she.

The smell of cleaning solution had reached her nose in an onslaught of chemicals and harsh perfumes – it was almost a welcoming difference compared to the suffocating copper that had just been there hours before.

Once she'd made it towards the kitchen, she had not looked towards Christian, refusing to give him any inkling that she might have been breaking towards the idea of running. Instead, she went towards her usual vice – pouring herself another glass of wine before she drifted from the dining room at the absence of Ryanair. Given the situation, she hardly believed he would be with Kieran – the poor thing didn’t seem as if he enjoyed being around the other male alone any longer, and she hardly blamed him given the circumstances.

Her steps were mindless as she drifted through the mansion, but inevitably, she'd spotted the male once more in the pool room and she stepped inside quietly.

"How is he doing?" Were the first words out of her mouth as she headed a little closer towards the pool, glancing down at the water. "Or rather – how are you doing?" Clara continued and she'd glanced over her shoulder at him before she looked back towards the pool. The glass all at once lifted to her lips and she closed her eyes as the cool liquid slipped past, carrying notes of fruit and smoke. Why she was asking, once more, was beyond her – yet she was sincere in wanting an answer. Kieran had scorned her once and perhaps that was enough commonality between them for her to open up.

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