Time: Evening Location: Castle Dining Hall Interactions:@Rodiak Nahir Mentions:@Oso Cassius & @princess Charlotte Aesthetic: â Hair â Dress â Shoes
Kira quietly ate her food. She chose food from a variety of different dishes and busied herself with eating. The dialogue between the Alidasht and Princess Anastasia were enthralling. The diversity of the nobles around here was nearly blinding. How arrogant, naive and wildly hopeful theyâd make a difference with their king still standing. Since everyone replied to Hafiz, Kira chose to remain silent. There was nothing more to be said that had already not been. Her gaze flicked to the dog and hawk. She wondered idly how much the Danroses had to ignore them in their fancy castle.
Her gaze shifted now to the clusterfuck on the other side of the banquet. A growing feud between Lord Roman, the Damienâs, and then the Danroseâs broke out. Kira watched with a stoic expression. They were being treated to a show with free dinner. How lucky was she? She watched with idle curiosity until Cassius entered the fray. Her gaze became sharper as she slowed eating momentarily. His words drew vitriol from the queen and she heard the unmistakable drawing of a blade. Then, Lady Charlotte came up and hugged him..? Kiraâs eyes narrowed as she studied the exchange between them. Heat, unrelated to the banquet room temperature, crawled up her skin.
She was hugging the bastard in front of the entire banquet. Kira continued eating calmly, but tension filled her as she looked away. Finally, the situation had relaxed, it seemed, and the tension in the room dropped. She continued eating quietly and looked back over. Now he was at her side and he seemed concerned. What was going on between them? Kira ensured her gaze was always measured, and did not give away anything. Deep inside, a storm brewed inside, and Kira couldnât help but stab her steak.
Nothing more than just a memory. Isnât that right Cassius?
Maybe heâs rightâno, he definitely isâŚ
I should have died that night; I would feel better than I do now.
Kira turned her attention back to her Alidasht and Danrose company. With a smile on her face, she turned to face Nahir briefly. Her expression was calm and sweet, nothing mirroring the storm brewing inside of her. âShehzadi Nahir,â she spoke quietly with sincerity. âYou look absolutely stunning tonight. I do appreciate your generous invite here. Thank you.â With that, Kira turned back to her food and the group with a shy smile on her face.
Time: Evening Location: Castle Dining Room Interactions: @princess Charlotte â @samreaper Kazu Mentions: Aesthetic: â Dressâ Hair âShoes The drama that unfolded in the banquet stunned Olivia. The Kingâs grotesque words caused her to clench her fists. How the hell did Alibeth deal with him? Why hadnât anyone murdered this insane asshole? Liv glanced over at the animals present in the room and knew they would make a better king. Why anyone hadnât taken the pig out for slaughtering was beyond her. Thankfully, Charlotte distracted her murderous thoughts. She sat down rather hurriedly, with Sjan following behind her. Her gaze kept flickering to Kalliope and Cassius and her eyes narrowed.
Then, the banquet went ballistic. She watched as one person after another reacted to Victoria. Her cruel words resulted in her wine being spilled on her. Drake pleaded with his mother not to freak out. Sympathy grew inside of herâthat had to be rough living with. Then Thea went outside with a bottle of wine, and then Ariella ran after her. She wanted to check in on the Smithwoods and Edwards, but she hardly knew them and there was tension. Hopefully, later she could. Why had Roman admitted to doing this in front of everyone? What was he thinking? This wasnât the man sheâd spoken to earlier the other day, was it?
Oliviaâs attention shifted to Roman, as all the Damienâs, save for Lily, reacted. Violet handed herself (and Olivia wondered if she was okay) then Calbert and her stomach churned. The hatred and fury rose inside of her however she could not blame him for standing up for Violet. She watched the situation swiftly escalate, thanks to Callumâs words and then Cassiusâ bold response. Shortly after, King Edin and Queen Alibeth reacted and fear gripped her heart. Unexpectedly, Charlie stood up and moved over to hug Cassius in front of everyone. Panic rose inside of her and she quickly moved to stand up if anyone dared to move against her friend. Thankfully, nobody did, and she returned back to her seat next to Sjan-dehk.
Out of nowhere, Princess Anastasia yelled over at Cassius and then Lorenzo, for unknown reasons, yelled across the room.
She rubbed her temples and stared wide-eyed at the food in front of her. Voices, not belonging to those around her, whispered to her. They weren't the joyous thoughts sheâd hoped for, nor were they comforting. Her fatherâs words echoed in her mind as she stared at the Danrose royalty. The angrier she became, the worse the voices were, and the urge of using dark magic returned. Liv clutched the table tightly and her knuckles started to turn white. The noise level returned to a natural decibel, but it did not help her. All the yelling, fighting, and drama reminded her of her home after her father was fired from the royal palace. The downward spiral her parents experienced that subsequently sucked her into came racing back. One after the other, the memories replied in her mindâs eye.
"Imagine it." The voice, sweet like her mother's lullabies, pressed against her skull. "One word, and you could bring this kingdom to its knees. They would beg you for mercy they do not deserve."
Olivia felt as though she was watching the scenery from afar. Her body did not belong to her. The scenery became unintelligible and her body became numb. She tried to pick up her utensils and scrape over more food to fill her everlasting hunger. She picked up the food but she might as well have become a ghost. The room spun around her and her chest tightened, as though someone had reached in and grasped her heart as tight as they could. Her breathing hitched and she wasnât sure if anyone could hear it or not. It sounded as though it was coming from the other side of the castle. The air around her thickened, suffocating and warm. Hunger gnawed at her from the inside out, worse than any mortal hunger, a starvation of power denied.
âKaz.â Her words came out quiet and barely audible. âOutside. Now. Please.â
Without waiting for a response, Olivia stood up. As though she was a marionette, she moved to the balcony doors. The cool night air smacked her in the face. She instantly could feel her body relaxing. Olivia fumbled around, but found a chair and sank into it.
God, I could just use it now⌠.. I canât. Too many peopleâŚHeâs a disgusting pigâthey donât need him. Nobody does..... I promised them I wouldnât use itâŚ... You always were a coward, Persephone.⌠bled for you to have this power. And you waste it on... promises?Use magic, Persephone, you were born for itâŚ
Attire: â Outfit â Hair Gold Balance: 23 Injuries: Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number
At first, Arya only felt it: a low tremor crawling up through the soles of her boots, barely noticeable until it began to hum through her bones. Confusion filled herâwhat the hell was happening? Stella snapped to attention and emitted a warning call, one she recognized too well. Her hand twitched toward Stellaâs feathers and she brushed them lightly. Stella poked her head and confirmed her fearsâthis was, in fact, real. Conversations around her faltered, and the bar shifted into a fragile silence that seemed to hold its breath just a second too long. Arya tensed so profoundly she thought she might never unravel.
Then came the blast: a thunderous eruption roared from the depths of the ship, shaking the Stormrider so violently that Arya nearly lost her footing. Stella shrieked and was nearly dislodged from her shoulder, but the eagle had dug her claws in so profoundly that she knew sheâd drawn blood. Arya grabbed the edge of the bar with one hand and pulled Stella closer with the other. Light flared through the stairwell, followed by a deep, heaving groan of strained wood and metal. Screams pierced the air like a knife and caused Arya to tremble violently. Tears filled her eyes while fear and panic surged through her. Her breathing became rapid and she began struggling to catch air.
The smoke came next, and it wasnât the kind that drifted lazily from a kitchen or crackling pipe; it slithered with intent, dark tendrils wrapping around chair legs and boots like it was searching for something. Aryaâs heart pounded as she watched six figures step through it, each cloaked in crimson and masked in smooth, expressionless steel. She couldnât see their eyes, but it didnât matter. Their silence said everything. The moment one of the passengers tried to run, they acted. There was a flash of metal, and the poor man dropped like a sack of grain. His blood stained the floorboards as the crowd erupted into chaos.
Arya remained rooted for a breath too long. Her mind struggled to process the violence. Stella dug her talons into her shoulder and grounded the terrified tiefling. She whispered under her breath, barely audible even to herself:
âThis isnât just an attackâitâs a message.â
Stella let out a warning cry and began nudging her to attack, but Arya remained rooted in her place. Bastion moved first and placed himself between her and the danger. Shock and worry filled her, but as quickly as it had come, it disappeared. She stared at his back while the smoke and terror poured into the room. Then she watched as he became purposeful and lethal, but not cruel. She watched him unleash the chain, drag that hooded figure like a scrap of cloth across the deck, and when his voice rang out, it was enough to move Arya.
Her right moved upwards as she began tracking their assailantâs movements like prey in the woods. The other hand moved to pat Stellaâs wings and comfort her eagle. She then removed the hand and strung an arrow to her bow. Arya moved away from Bastion and released the arrow. The arrow went flying toward the red-hooded figure that Bastion had attacked. She rapidly strung another arrow and sent it flying at him once more.
Then, Arya turned at the sound of a voice. The man descended as if floating on silk while his coat still perfectly in place with an expression of calm as if he were attending a dinner rather than stepping through corpses. She didnât know his name, but she knew enough to recognize the kind of person who didnât flinch, didnât hesitate, and didnât mourn. It had been a familiar sight to her and it caused her blood to run cold.
Her eyes flicked from the shattered bodies behind him to the grotesque display of magic still clinging to the air around his hands. Arya lowered her bow and reached out absently towards her eagle. She brushed her fingers through Stellaâs feathers like she needed grounding. Her eagle pecked her head and unfurled her wings to give her a hug.
âVacation,â she murmured under her breath, voice barely audible. âThatâs what this was supposed to beâŚâ
âBut it is not. React to the danger, think and focus. I wonât leave your side.â Stella folded her wings and only unfurled them to make herself look more menacing if anyone came close to the tiefling.
A ghost of a smile crossed her face and she affectionately patted her leg. Aryaâs hands trembled slightly, but she kept her bow steady all the same. Once more, Arya strung an arrow to the bow and rapidly fired and strung more arrows, hoping to release a volley to disperse the assailants. Meanwhile, her brain raced and began to wonder: Are Phia and those other women okay? Fear gripped her and she looked over at Gearsâdid the warforged bartender know how to fight? Arya moved quickly and gestured for Gears to move behind her, then focused again on the chaos.
Attire: â Outfit â Hair Gold Balance: 23 Injuries: Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number
Arya felt her breath catch slightly, her gaze flicking nervously up to meet Bastionâs gentle, curious eyes. She shifted slightly, fingertips absently brushing the feathers of her companion as if drawing reassurance from the birdâs familiar presence.
âOh⌠yes⌠she'sâsheâs very fun. She's⌠comforting. Like having a little piece of the sky with me all the time.â
She paused, feeling her cheeks warm, and shyly lowered her eyes.
âI think you'd like having a bird too⌠They're wonderful company when you⌠donât know what to say.â
She paused, feeling her cheeks warm, then softly added,
âBut⌠even without a bird, youâre not alone, Bastion. Youâve got us now.â
Kiraâs attention was quickly diverted once Shehzadi Nahir entered. While Kira remained stoic, her heart began fluttering. She turned her head once Nahir joined and smiled fondly. She matched Nahirâs longer gaze and politely turned away when it was broken. âGood evening, Shehzadi. It is nice to see you. You look beautiful as ever,â Her tone was sincere and her gaze soft. âWe are honored to have you Shehzadi and of course, Shezade. You look dashing, Rohit and you,â Her tone was sincere and sweet.
Princess Anastasia began talking to her so Kira faced her next. She laughed and waved her hand dismissively. Giggles rippled out from her. âOh dear! We cannot have that, Princess!â She leaned closer and whispered mischievously. âMaybe you did. Maybe I am a figment of your imagination, and if so, I am honored.â She held her gaze and whispered flirtatiously, âSay the word and you can receive whatever performance of your wish.â
Then she leaned away and raised her glass in toast. Rohit agreed, and she giggled even more. âAgreed, to poor impulse control and chaos! I do agree, I believe this is the beautiful people side.â Kira winked at them all and allowed her gaze to momentarily linger on Nahir and smiled sweetly at her. Gods, this woman was beautiful. The sands of Alidasht had blessed her.
While the rest conversed, Kira turned to look at the rest of the banquet. It was lively with conversation and organized chaos. Then, her gaze found him. Kira watched Milo approach Cassius and raised her eyebrow. Their discussion soon became heated and it sparked her curiosity. Soon, Kalliope and Hala Sami intervened. Kira watched the scene play out. Her attention was soon captured by the radiant Danrose Princess.
Kira clapped her hands together with excitement. âYes, sadly I had to miss your performance, and I regret it. However, I would love to help you for the next one! That is a good idea,â Kira drummed her fingers on the table and she smiled sweetly. Rohit chimed in and Kira nodded eagerly. âExcellent ideas. I would be happy to help. Maybe we can include Sorian and Alidasht foods. This would allow us to share our wonderful culture with the Sorian community. Maybe we can also provide them with our own recipes, and maybe teach them some of our language and include different crafts. How does that sound?â
While Kira waited for their replies, she snuck one more gaze at Nahir. Then, she piled food onto her plate and started eating. Meanwhile, her mind spun with the encounter sheâd witnessed. Did the Scourge of Eisenholm have a new enemy? Kira kept her gaze focused on the group around her and ate politely.
Olivia looked up when Fritz joined them. She heard Kazuminâs words of wisdom and did not reply. She snickered and listened as he addressed everyone. While Fritz and Lorenzo spoke, Oliviaâs attention was drawn elsewhere. Her gaze focused on Charlotte and the Varian section. What happened to Lottie? She wished she could send a message to her, but the risk of magic wasnât worth it. The angel and devil on her shoulder whispered conflicting advice. Did Cassius hurt her? Oliviaâs fists clenched. Lorenzoâs loud laughter drew her out of her reverie in time for her to respond to Fritz. Whatever heâd said was going to draw ire from the Edwards and she decided not to react.
âVery well, thank you and yourself?â The proper words spilled out of her mouth. She hated speaking so eloquently. âItâs nice to see you again, Sir Fritz.â Her gaze scanned the room and she caught sight of Drake. Olivia waved at him kindly. Their conversation the previous day had been pleasnt.
A loud thump caused her to glance around in alarm. Kalliope and Sjan-dehk had come into the hall. She tilted her head to look more closely, then dismissed it. Whatever happened, she hoped they would be okay. Her gaze returned to her companions, though she kept Charlotte in her peripheral vision. Fascination with Kazuminâs words caused her eyebrows to raise. Her smile was as radiant as her dress. âOh Sir Kazumin, that is a wonderful idea!â She clasped her hands together and eagerly drew forward. âI love it.â
Her gaze lingered on Kazumin for a second longer. Memories of them catching fireflies at night on the farm raced through her mind: the melodies of the crickets chirping, the darkness punctured by the fireflies flying, and the laughter of two farm peasants attempting to catch them.. Behind them, the occasion mooing, neighing, clucking and hooting of the owl⌠The memories of what once was and could never be again caused her chest to tighten.
For a moment, Olivia was stunned into silence. Her vision blurred briefly as tears threatened to come pouring out. Olivia turned away before anyone saw and aggressively began eating her food as though her life depended on it. As she turned, she caught sight of Count Calbert and fury rose inside of her. Olivia caught his gaze and held it until he was forced to look away. If she had the power to turn him into ash, she would have.
Like a phoenix, weâll rise from the ashes and take you down.
Olivia and Kazumin Flashback
Time: 28th, early morning Location: Vikena Estate Interactions: Olivia/Persephone, Charlotte Mentions: Ruby
Kazumin stood with his hands resting against the large, heavy set wooden doors to the Vikena estate, his upper body leaning forward as if he would collapse without its structure to hold against.
Nearly two days had passed since the episode, most of which had been spent in a flurry of mild fevers and nightmares. Eventually, his body gave in allowing sleep to take in.
He was over the sickness and the marks somewhat faded, those on his hands still itched. Unable to tell if the itching was truly there though barely felt at times. His skin was no longer pale as snow, but hardly an improvement.
Was it not for his body screaming for more rest and the fresh pain in his leg, having struggled in his climbing the gate (an apology owed for the sneaking in) due to his current struggling health. That his mind would wander and allowing that to happen meant letting the thoughts in.
ThumpâŚ
Pressing his forehead against the door.* Not now, just focusâŚ.youâre here to see PercyâŚ.got to make sure. I will make sure with my own eyesâŚplease be hereâŚCharâŚâ A small intake of breath, wishing to see her as well. Any of their faces would be enough to settle the anxious pounding of his heart. But thisâŚhe didnât want them to see him like this, hell he didnât want to show any of them.
Still, he needed to confirm they were alive; more than anything he longed to see his closest friend. Fearing he may crumble otherwise.
A deep breath held in, he shifted to give a gentle rap at the door the first time, seconds later another then another until it almost became a knocking out of desperation, wanting someone to answer the door, though preferred to avoid Charlotte until he was in a better head space.
Charlotte, hearing the frantic knocking at the door, quickly made her way across the room. As she opened the door, she was greeted by Kazuminâs weary form. Her expression softened immediately, her concern growing for him as she took in his frail state. Without hesitation, she gestured to invite him inside.
Noticing the creaking of the door had him hastily scrambled into a standing position, the sudden light from within momentarily left him in a blinding wince.
âHello Kazumin!â she greeted, âItâs so nice to see you. Come in, please.â
Standing there wearing a pair of simple light-blue pajamas, the buttons misplaced and bad bed hair with weak attempts to battle it down. Some bits of leaves and small stains elaborate further his less-than-clean way of getting in.
Her gentle voice washed over him; a tidal wave of relief flooding in and with it melted the anxiety from his face.â Charlotte! Youâre ok!â Kazu found himself blurting before he could catch himself. A momentary awkward pause as he knew how weird he appeared.â I mean..hey-o ok! Ok hey! Just..just my way of showing how great it is to see ya..on this fine morning haâŚhaâŚ.â Forcing a laugh with some rhythmic clapping and jazz hands trying to play it cool.
He was grateful for her invitation, which he sheepishly took. He used this chance to duck his head down on the way in, briefly hiding his blushing face as he went.
Charlotteâs expression softened as she stepped closer to Kazumin. Gently placing a hand on his arm, she asked, âAre you alright?â Without waiting for an answer, she pulled him into a brief, warm hug. After letting go, she asked, âAnd what brings you here, dear?â
His body tensed at the touch; a light trembling that worsens upon being hugged. He wanted to return the affection, but the itching of his palms held him back, unable to trust his hands still. Pulling away, barely registering her question at first.â Huh? ThatâŚâ opening his mouth to speak but stopped, hesitant to unload so much on Char, especially after appearing unannounced like this.
It wasnât a lack of trust that stopped him, the lack of a close bond and fear her learning ofâŚâ Ngh..i donât want to lie to ya, Char⌠and..and Iâm sorry. I want to tell you but my mindâs all fu-messed up right now.â Biting his lip, contemplating before continuing. " It will get out before long anyway, but..the estate was broken intoâŚand a maid was- was attacked." His head turned away, shame keeping him from elaborating.
âOh gods.â Despair filled her expression. â...Is she alright? What can I do?â
â Sheâs fine!â He nearly shouted the words, fearful worry etched his eyes.â I-I meant, that I think she is...they took her to the hospital, but thatâs the last I heard.â Gulping as he fidgeted nervously in place.â I want to explain moreâŚâ Eyes closing for a moment with a small huffed exhale.â B-but for now, I justâŚhave you seen Percy Or Ruby recently? Please, I just-just need to be sure.â Looking at her properly since stepping in, he was both comforted and pained at seeing Charâs despairing face.
Charlotteâs brows furrowed with worry, but she answered nonetheless,â...Percy is in the dining roomâŚâ
Kazu heaved a big sigh, the tense aura and trembling to relax as if finally able to shake off an uncomfortable icy biting coat.â Really?! Ah, ya no idea the loads dropped my heart just now, thanks, Charlotte⌠truly.â Pushing himself to gingerly wrap his fingers around her hand, the best he could muster to express his appreciation. âCan ya show me the way?â Stepping back with an awkward chuckle, not wanting to risk getting lost wandering in his pjâ after all.
She smiled warmly, hoping that would offer him some comfort. ,â Of courseâŚâ Charlotte squeezed his hand tenderly then led him toward the dining room. As much as she wanted to ask what had happened, she was able to put together the pieces on her own anyhow. She bit her lip, uncertain if he was in the best state for her to fill in the blanks for him just yet. âAnd Kazumin⌠Perhaps we can talk later, before the banquet tonight⌠You, me and Percy. Iâll always be here for you both.â
He followed along quietly, lightly hugging himself, the lingering crisp cold of the early morning. Perking up at the suggestion.â That sounds great. I will..explain more, I promise And if possible, if you find or run into Ruby, inviting her could be great too. â Kazu added, good to get her a good safe place too.
As they entered the room, she gestured to Percy. With a parting smile, she then left the two of them to talk privately.
Before entering the room he had moved to shake off some of the leaves. Following with one last battle against his rebellious hair (an ever-losing battle, his cowlick stood proof) in whatever attempt he could to make himself somewhat more presentable, he certainly appeared more composed now.
In doing so, he held back awkwardly for the moment with an equally awkward little wave.â Hey Percy.â Was all he said, waiting to be alone and knowing she would have questions, wanting to take a second to relish in knowing his friends were safe so farâŚ.
Olivia sat in the living room, surrounded by food and watching outside the window. She wore a blouse and pants loosely tucked into one another. Her red hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her green eyes were focused on outdoor activities. Her gaze moved over to them and assed themL Kazu looked worse for the wear in his pajamas with Charlie accompanying him. She frowned, set her brownie down, and stood up.
Olivia rushed over to him and gestured for him to sit down beside her. With an arm wrapped around his shoulder, she stared at him with worry and concern. âWhatâs wrong Kazu?â She gestured to the food because she knew it was a key item in helping him relax. âDid someone do something to you?â
The tired blonde stood, his body was tense and fidgeting though it had lessened upon being alone with Percy. He was reluctant to take a seat, but the allure of the food and her comfort had him ease his way into the seat.
With the gesture given, his hand shot out grabbing the thickest piece of sausage.â Right now? Realizing how starved I am..fuck this is good..â Pausing with a small exhausted chuckle. For a moment, allowing himself to forget all his qualms and just savor the juicy meat and Percyâs embrace.
Concern washed over Olivia like a tidal wave. What the hell happened to Kaz? She frowned and kept an arm around his shoulders. For a moment, she allowed him to sink into her embrace and feast on the food. After a small pause, she gently turned his head to face her. She brushed some blonde hair out of his eyes tenderly and became serious.
âKaz, I want to know what happened. When youâre ready and satisfied, please talk to me.â She kept her arm around him and waited patiently . His body briefly tensed at her touch, relaxing afterward as he idly nibbled at the food. Whether to savor it or prolong talking, he couldnât be sure, both his guesses. Then the touch of her fingers, gentle and comforting, directed him to look at Percyâs face.
No, who he saw was Olivia; guilt and sadness filled his eyes, illuminated by small pools of tears threatening to spill. Grasping at how to start and doing so with his friend wearing a different face made this awkward (not that he blamed her), but he needed to get it out. So he chose to tell her the details, starting with how he woke up with a nightmare, a bad sign now that he had thought back on it.
From there, he spoke of making his way to the garden after receiving a day off and came upon the tree. It was at this point he started struggling to continue, the image of that poor mutilated tree and those wicked dolls. That was when he stopped, but how he kept avoiding eye contact and the way his hand squeezed the forgotten food in his shaky hands showed that there was more to the story. As he held back the details of the doll and..the last part he dreaded; feared if he told her and looked into her eyesâŚhe would see hate.
Olivia remained silent while Kaz ate. She knew something was deeply wrong - no, something terrible had disturbed him. Though the anxiety was eating her alive, she needed to give him time.
After time passed, it seemed he was ready. A full stomach always helped him. Finally, he recounted the story. Her skin paled and her eyes widened. She was silent for a moment, then sucked in a deep breath; she had to be strong for him. âOh, Kaz.â Her voice shook and her eyes shined with tears. Olivia took a deep breath.
He had taken his time eating the bit of food, longer than usual, and was thankful for Percyâs patience and caring words. Her words alone comforted him far more than the food placed; listening to his friend show her immense worry and fierce spirit with promise of payback. That familiar spunk he sorely needed now more than ever.
âIâm so sorry they did that to you!â She pulled him into a tight hug and didnât loosen her grip. âHow dare they! I will have their heads.â She pulled back, and then cupped his face in her hands. âThose bastards arenât going to get us. I promise,â Olivia let go of him and pulled him back into a tight hug.
Kazu allowed himself to be pulled into the hug; a warm embrace that in this moment melted his qualms and stress, a protective fire he thought forever lost from him.â Percy⌠youâre hereâŚgods..âŚitâs been difficult to tell, ever since that afterpartyâŚ.and all that shit with Calbert, what he did to you. Itâs all messing with my head thenâŚthe tree. My familyâŚPercyâŚI donât..I donât know what to do?â His face hid in her shoulder, tears spilled as his arms returned with a fierce hug, almost afraid she may vanish again, another mind trickery to mock him.
Olivia held onto Kazumin tightly and stroked his hair. She was silent while he spoke. She didnât know what to say or how to comfort him. The situation they found themselves in was a bigger web than sheâd ever imagined. How did it come to this? She knew she had to reply and rattled her brain for a positive response. With a sigh, she gently pulled away and lifted his chin with her finger so they made eye contact.
A muffled shaky exhale; grateful just to feel her in his arms. How often the phantoms plagued him, mocked him from the shadows, both awake and asleep. Even now a part of him feared her to be an ashy mirage like the nightmares. A comforting hug mending his splintering limbs barely holding together. A flinching hitch at the familiar gentle touch thought lost; scared eyes trembling in confusion and a fragile vulnerability kept beneath the smiling buffoon mask.
âI know, Iâm so sorry. I hope things will calm down soon. Iâm more worried about what he did to you than whateverâs going on with me. I say you lay low and mind your business. Be careful who you talk to and donât spread any news on the Black Rose or anything going on. Stay safe with us, so I can protect you all. Itâll be okay,â She pulled him again into a hug tightly. âI promise. Iâm here now. Here, want to listen to my heart beating? It relaxes you, remember?â
Her words, they soothed but the memories they burned. Comfort in her voice filled in guilt; a cruel note all too familiar.â *sigh* Y-youâre right. Itâs not just us two now. We got char and the group!â A genuine smile cracked his dried lips, the ash souring his tongue washed away with each shaky gulp.â Be careful? More like they need to be careful of us! By the time weâre done, the black rose will be Red violet, like their faces will be!â A fresh spark ignited his assumed snuffed heart and a clenched fist idly punching the air.
âI promise. Iâm here now. Here, want to listen to my heart beating? It relaxes you, remember?â
Stunned and taken back.â W-ah..I- yo..Iâm not a kid Percy!â Kazu spluttered, face flushed red with embarrassment. Turning his head away with an annoyed huff at her even suggesting..â Ya tryna make me look like some creep who likes listening to heartbeats or somethin?â Feigned bravado in a moment of weakness too awkward to share.â Donât think this will distract me from the fact you just magically appeared at the ball and your disappearing dinner rescue act!â An accusing glint and harsh wag of a finger scorched in betrayal as boundless hurt filled his teared up eyes, long wrestled to spill since the day she magicked her way cruelly back into his life.â UnfairâŚ.youâre so cruel..Percy.â Grimacing, hating how she knew him better than himself.
Biting his lip as he wrestled the conflicting emotions.
â Please? *sniff*...can I?â The request left on a delicate, shaky whisper uttered only for a trusted friend, fearing mockery at the absurd idea.â Hngh..gah! Ignore me..Iâm just being stupid!â Furiously shaking his head, wiping at his face, knowing it unbecoming to show such an unpleasant face; Lady Agathaâs horrid recent lessons demonstrated plenty enough.
Olivia remained silent. She allowed him the opportunity to vent and talk. While his words cut deep, she didnât let it show. Guilt threatened to overwhelm her like a tidal wave. She took a deep breath and continued to hug him. She nodded and pulled him into yet another hug. âLet it out, Kaz. No judgement. Speak your mind.â She coaxed him gently and cotninued to stroke his hair.
The touch of her skin meant to be comforting singed his perspiration flesh, the crackling heat of that day briefly fresh. He gulped the choked ashy air down on a guilty hitch; gloves hands previously resting atop his lap gradually tightened even as her embrace enveloped him once more, a familiar warmth to comfort that only burned the gurgling shame bubbling like boiling acid in his stomach.â *Sniffs* T-thatâs not fairâŚyou canât justâŚâ A struggling shaky breath grasping for untainted air yet the stench of the acidic touch nearly took friend only wishing to help.
â Think..you can just show upâŚexpect me to trust..â Biting back a stifling the fiery burst of rage; hands clenching tight around fingers till the white knuckles crackled beneath the punishing pressure. The despairing blonde let his head hang to hide the anguishing face battling an inner turmoil threatening to tear him from within as damned tears leaked trickling tears as his teeth and fingers almost cracked from the trembling suppressing flurry of emotion, regret, and guilt poisoned his suffocating veins as words wrestled viciously on his blood beading lips.
â I-I canâtâŚcanâtâŚâ Lowering his head till he heard the faint pounding of that familiar frantic beat. Restrained watery eyes closing on a small hitched sob.â I didnât meanâŚthe tree, there were dollsâŚthe dolls PercyâŚâ Body tensing in fearful rage that again held no face to blame.â F- *sharp intake* familiar dolls and⌠something justâŚflipped when I saw themâŚ.â Teeth dug into his lip on a blood-letting sting; afraid to say it, to make it real instead of the waking nightmare he wished for a dream but unending and none more of the vices imbibed to numb now forced to choke on his potential wicked act.â It was all a blurâŚmy mind, my imagination..ever since those drinksâŚI swear.. It was accident⌠Iâd never..I wouldnâtâŚâ An uncomfortable faint crackling pop of knuckles and quick vicious head shaking; body now quaking, crumbling against the closest friend he thought he could trustâŚand hated her returning after starting to let go.
And yet, still, her beating fiery smile soothed his scorched heart.âPleaseâŚPercyâŚpromiseâŚpromise meâŚyou will believe me.â He needed to hear her promise again before he dared breathe the cursed day from its slumbering lie.â PleaseâŚI donât care if anyone elseâŚjustâŚpleaseâŚâ A trickling river spilled bitter self-hating tears all but pleading in desperate, terrifying need for someone to truly listen to him for once, bare against she who hurt him most, the cruel irony gagged back down refusing to spew the built-up harsh grievances that snarled to make her experience its burning bites.â Only you.â Whispered on cutting sobs still straining.
Olivia let go of him and pulled his face up to face herâs. She gently cupped his face and kept her voice low and steady.
His body tensed initially on a shocked gasp; a flinching wince at the touch of her fingers. Both burning and comforting left a conflicting battle in his pounding chest as tear-stricken eyes peered into Percyâs eyes giving no resistance.
"Kaz, I believe you. I believe you with everything in me. " She pulled him back into a warm embrace, her heartbeat steady against his ear. "Youâre not alone in this. No matter what happens, Iâm here. And Iâm not going anywhere." She did not reply or react to his accusations of her appearing and disappearing; she did not need to further stress him out. The guilt filled her stomach, but she didnât let it show.
A nervousness trembled through him, feeling himself so close, the sound of her beating heart crumbling the pained walls flimsily erected to forget that night as flurries of emotions whirled in guilty shame as fear gripped his throat momentarily.â I-...PercyâŚmy handsâŚsomething snapped, the dollsâŚCalbert..what heâs done to youâŚâ His breath stuttered between words, the soothing warmth of her familiar presence like a blanket protecting him from the overwhelming weight of the world only she could give.â Canât..I donât know what happened, but I never meantâŚSasha tried to help I guess and IâŚthe rageâŚthe drugs and..that day..â Shivering within her grasp fighting to hold himself together as the rush of bubbling emotions spilled down his cheeks unable to hold back, hating her and himself as he let the nightmare slip.â ItâŚall came out and I..nearly *choked gulped* choked herâŚthey had to drag me offâŚPercy..please..donât leave me.â Holding her close, he feared the world would collapse beneath him.â Not again, donât go without me.â He murmured to himself.
â I..Iâm scared Percy. Those bastardsâŚthreatened my familyâŚ.and you..â Said in a whimpered plea, his face hidden against her shirt, the soft thumps of her heart all that anchored him in this vulnerable moment.
Percyâs fingers curled gently into his hair as she held him close, her voice soft but laced with fire. âHey. Look at me.â
She pulled back just enough so he could see her eyesâwarm, fierce, unchanging. âYou didnât break, Kaz. They tried to break you. But youâre still here. You didnât lose controlâyou survived a goddamn war inside your own mind. Thatâs strength, baby. Thatâs you.â
She cupped his cheek and wiped away a tear with her thumb. âYou think Iâm leaving you? Please. Youâre stuck with me. Glue-and-glitter level stuck. Weâre in this together. I donât run from fire, I light it.â
Her smile was sweet, but her eyes burned like stormlight. âAs for those bastards?â She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent chills
âThey donât know what they started. They messed with the wrong man. And they really messed up when they dragged me into it. You and me?â She tapped his chest. âWeâre not victims. Weâre the reckoning.â
Then, with a softer look, she added: âYouâre not alone, Kaz. Not now, not ever. Iâve got youâand when weâre done? Theyâll wish they never even saw us." She kissed his forehead gently. âNow breathe, badass. Weâve got a storm to unleash.â
Olivia & Drake Flashback
Olivia sat on the Vikena estate porch with a cup of herbal tea in her hands. Delilah insisted she drink tea, so she followed the womanâs advice. It wasnât often she had the time to relax and take in the amenities of the Vikena estate. Being at peace and sitting on the porch caused her to feel a mixture of joy and sadness; this had quickly become her home; yet, it was still alien to her. A book laid on her lap she was attempting to learn how to read. She had been too embarrassed to tell the others that reading chapter books like Charlotte did was difficult.
Noise caught her attention and she looked up from the book. A family walked by with the kids running and playing tag. The parents watched their kids with amusement, oblivious to the disgust from onlookers. From the look of their clothes, Liv could tell they weren't noble. A flashback of Kazumin and her made her grin but her heart broke, and she took a deep breath to regain her composure.
As Olivia made her way towards the front part of the estate, Drake had begun passing by in light strides, witnessing the same sight of playing children. The young lord smiled at the jubilee and whimsical nature of the playing children amidst their game of what appeared to be tag, likely with some funny little twist that only participants would know about it. Oh to be young again. Drake thought to himself. He briefly paused and thought about the times he and Ari would play like that, and sometimes the younger children would come by joining them from other families. He remembered the playdates with other noble families, including the Vikenas and even the Danroses on rare public occasions. He remembered those days fondly.
Amidst this mild reminiscing he couldnât help but notice another face admiring the youths. Drake turned to his left and glanced over at Olivia, someone he had seen in passing a few times but memories had not permitted him the clarity as to who exactly she was. She had been around Charlotte, so there was no reason to think she was not to be trusted. But Drakeâ curiosity still hung in the air, and so he waved at the fair lady with his charismatic smile.
âHello there, Lady Olivia, was it? How are you doing today?â
Oliviaâs reverie was broken by a male voice and she looked up. There stood Drake Edwards, a mixture of beauty and grace all in one package. Panic surged through her. What did she say or do? She quickly hid the book behind her and stood up so she could curtsy politelyâsomething she still did not enjoy or prefer doing, yet was a necessary evil for nobles.
âHello there, Lady Olivia. The title caused her to pause, and she took a deep breath. Not responding fast enough would be suspicious. She smiled and curtsied to him and in the process, knocked the book over. Olivia pretended not to notice and hoped he would do the same.
âGood day, Lord Drake. Yes, youâre correct, my name is Olivia. I am doing well, and how are you?â She motioned to the porch. âDo you care to join me and move out of the sun? You wouldnât want to burn yourself.â
Drake looked around, and chuckled softly at the thought of himself literally âburningâ his skin several shades darker. âWorry not I shall partake of your invite and spare myself the oppressive rays of this afternoon sun, milady.â He wandered to the gazebo that Olivia had been perched at, and bowed once he made the proper distance between the two. His eyes glanced towards the book, laying on the ground without a care in the world. Taking a particular interest in the title, he bent down to pick the book up and place it into the hands of the woman in front of him. âAn avid reader, are you? What work are we enjoying today?â
Olivia smiled, both nervous and excited, when he joined her on the porch. She watched him pick up the book and inquire if she were an avid reader. She smiled nervously, and sheepishly nodded. âThe Green Meadows, by Iliya Knight.â At least she knew the title, as weird as it sounded.
What if he asks me more? Iâve been on chapter one for a weekâŚ
Drake let her take the book, not prying too harshly by staring at her possession. The man casually brushed his coattails aside as he sat on the bench, crossed his leg over the over, and locked his fingers over his knee in a casual yet dignified pose. âI am a bit of a book worm myself. Iâm particularly drawn to mysteries and detective thriller type novelia. I simply canât get enough!â
Fortunately, the conversation moved past the book. She let out a little sigh of relief. Olivia mirrored him and sat down across from him. She made sure to be lady-like, and smoothed the dress over her knees. Why were nibbles obsessed with dresses? Olivia smiled, despite her inner anxiety. Truth be told, Lottie telling her about these books did intrigue her, which started her trying to learn how to read them. Reading hadnât been a past-time of herâs as a farmer peasant; it was nice to escape, although it was challenging enough that it infuriated her. âThose are fun! Itâs nice to get yourself into a book like that. Itâs nice to see them piece together the little clues and stuff.â
âSo! Howâs your family doing? Were you just going for a walk? Itâs a nice day out.â She glanced at the book then back to him, and bit her lip subconsciously.
Drake nodded at the mention of clues. âI do rather fancy myself the detective type. Not quite as legendary as some of these authors, but I can piece together a mystery or two!â He chuckled. âOh the family is, well, as family does. Lots of particularly interesting bits and pieces have been happening over the last few days. I personally had a ⌠somewhat unexpected turn of events at my recent name day ceremony. My sister has been getting into some rather substantial trouble, and my poor parents are caught fraying their hairs out over our well-being.â Drake sighed, tapping his finger against his knuckle in a subtle show of frustration. âThey act as though they were never young themselves. But alas, things shall rectify themselves soon enough. Where might your family be at this sunny day? The weather is rather enjoyable, and I am curious to know what sort of occupations they have in this fine city.â Drake innocently smiled as he inquired about Oliviaâs relatives.
Olivia glanced at Drake, her fingers drumming lightly against her thigh before she caught herself. His question was innocent enough, but she had quickly learned that the simplest inquiries were often the most dangerous. Each lie had to be seamless. Afterall, one crack, one hesitation, and everything she had built could come crashing down. Still, she maintained her composure and offered a polite smile.
âMy parents, Lady Rose and Lord William Hawthorne, are likely attending their usual engagements,â she replied smoothly. âMy father has always been deeply invested in Veirmont's trade while my mother⌠Well, she enjoys ensuring everything is in perfect order.â The words left her lips easily. Beneath the surface, her heart pounded. She had no father overseeing trade, no mother ensuring order. There was no grand estate waiting for her, no comforting assurance of a noble name to protect her. Her real parents were long gone, and whatever life they had once given her had been reduced to nothing but ashes.
She sat up straight and smiled kindly. "So to answer your question, they're down in Veirmont. I've been staying with Duke Lorenzo Vikena and his daughter Lady Charlotte this summer for the courting season. Our families have been friends for years. "
âWhat do you look forward to this season?â She changed the subject smoothly and sipped her tea to avoid further discussion.
Drake nodded, pleasantly smirking as he mulled over those words. âAh, a fellow child of a perfectionist motherâŚâ He muttered. âThis season I am looking forward to perhaps finally sealing the deal on a future bride. A bit of a tall glass of water but I like to think big on my goals - no matter how many little steps they take.â Drake smiled in her direction.
Olivia feigned a smile and nodded. Perfectionist. Both her parents had become hypervigilant perfectionists. Before the royals ruined their lives, they had been more carefree and joyous. She said nothing to confirm or deny it, and hoped the topic would change soon. Her heart raced as if sheâd been racing through the fields with Kazumin.
He wasnât familiar with the families in Veirmont, and he took a mental note to try and look more into those names at a later point. If there was someone staying with his old friend Charlotte then his curiosity wouldnât stop until he found that errant connection. But he wouldnât pry so deeply to Olivia after barely meeting the girl. He would just make it a point to learn more about this Lord William and Lady Rose for a future time. Who knows what good tidings they may bring?
âOther things I look forward too aside from the cheesy romantical tale would include the conclusion of a mystery series of novels that I am rather fond of. It is called âTruly Deviousâ - and its conclusion book is called âThe Hand on the Wallâ. It is a rather funny name when you think about it - but I shanât gush over details and spoil a good book.â He paused after his enthusiastic little tirade. âWhat might you be interested in this season?â
âThose are indeed good things to look forward to! When you finish them I might have to steal them.â She couldnât help but lie to respond. She could hardly read the novels Lottie provided her. Olivia smiled pleasantly and was thankful for the topic change. âOh, itâs so fun to meet the guests from Varian and Alidasht.â Her eyes shined as she thought of them. âThey are so different from us, the Alidasht, but similar too.â She paused, then glanced back as a loud whiny caught her attention.
Buttercup demanded attention. âWant to go visit the horses as we talk?â
Drake joined her back in the stables. The two conversed the rest of the hour and enjoyed one anotherâs company. Once he left, Olivia wished him a good day and smiled. Relief washed over her. The pressure that was on her shoulders had eased.
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Arya watched as the wolf and elf girl joined her once more. She smiled nervously at the wolf. His fur looked fluffy, but she didnât dare touch it. The elf girl stopped in front of Arya and began to bow. Alarm bells rang off in her head, and her chest tightened. Images of this happening once more in cool, darker places raced through her mind. Stella, noticing her tension, eased her claws into her to ground Arya. She took several deep breaths and listened to her speak. While her words were meant to be comforting, it brought her a sense of dread. Not againâŚ
Despite the tension boiling inside, Arya couldnât stop the amusement in her eyes. Rocks in his brain and a sour smell in his clothes? A ripple of giggles escaped her and she covered her mouth. The seriousness in her voice caused her to pull it together. âDear, me, Phia.â Aryaâs voice was gentle and laced with amusement. âNobody has anything to worry about. You donât need to apologize. All is well,â She went to offer her hands to help her up, but the girl rocked on her feet and then lunged for the plate of meat.
Now her laughter bubbled out of her clearly. Arya covered her face bashfully and glanced at the wolf. âI⌠Hello, sorry. She made me laugh. I promise I am not laughing at her! Sorry!â
If an eagle could sigh, Stella managed to do so.
In an effort to be more sociable, Arya gleaned around. There was a tall black haired woman nearby talking to Wendel who left after the red haired girl, a dark elf and his human child, and the warforged nearby. She fidgeted with her hands and addressed the group nearby at large.
â....Nice day weâre having,â Arya commented and her stomach rumbled once more. She drank her tea in haste, lest someone steal it from her. âMiss.. Miss.. Gears.. Miss gears, can⌠Can I please order some-food?"
Then, her gaze moved to Bastion. She watched him touch his scarf, and sadness seemed to fill his expression. âThatâs a lovely scarf, Mr. WarForged. Are you all right?â
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The banquet scenery was a delight. So many faces and so many people to meet. Kira leaned back in her chair to observe. She watched as nobles entered and were announced. The Vikena house caused her to raise eyebrows. Olivia Vikena. Is that what she was going by now? What a joke. Her gaze lingered on Charlotte for a fleeting moment. Then, her gaze passed over Lorenzo quickly. What was wrong with him? She watched them take their seats and sipped wine from her glass. Then, a noteworthy arrival: the Damienâs. She straightened up in her seat and avoided eye contact with Calbert. She passed over the females. Her gaze lingered now on Cassius. Kira was careful to make it overtly obvious and kept glancing near him instead. His subtle tension and the noticeable grief in his eyes as his gaze met Charlotteâs. Was there a quarrel between them? She would need to investigate that further. Kira finally looked away after observing what she needed.
The voices of those seated around her pulled her attention. She smiled at the Grand Vizier and listened attentively. A light laugh and a casual smile greeted him in return. âI'm glad the evening finds you well,â she bowed her head respectfully. When his gaze met herâs, she matched his intensity. âI am. Very different from the great sands of Alidasht. Itâs amusing here, isnât it? I am satisfied, yes,â She laughed and sipped more of her wine.
Princess Anastasiaâs voice and energy was contagious. Her gaze shifted to the Princess now, and she grinned. âWhy hello!â she greeted. âThank you, Princess! I am honored to be in your company. Please, your dignity and beauty is as radiant as ever, Princess.â Kira tossed her head over her shoulder dramatically. âI will be your entertainment for the night, Princes. Call upon me for whatever it is you need,â Kira winked at her playfully and borderline flirtatiously. Kira giggled genuinely and leaned over. âYou donât have to ask me twice. Bestie energy for life.â
Now, the man across from her spoke, so Kira turned her attention to him. She smiled and leaned back. The man introduced himself as Rohit and damn was he gorgeous to look at. The company around her was delightful. This would turn out to be a great night. âKira Lockhart, a pleasure to meet you.â She dipped her head respectfully to him as well. She noticed Hala Sami leave and kept her focus on the group around her. The amount of attention he gave her was what she reflected back.
âThe Alidasht corner is over here, isnât it? You lucky Danroses have the best company. This is the party side,â Kira mused and laughed. She scooped food at random onto her plate and continued sipping her wine.
The abrupt movement of Charlotte placing the amulet around her neck caused Olivia to freeze. Why had Charlotte given the amulet to her? She admired it. Speechless, she quickly told herself to speak up. As she went to utter her gratitude and confusion, the Damien entourage entered the vicinity. Olivia studied their reactions. Calbert, poised as ever with his wife, entered and commanded attention. How did his wife stand him? Was she as much a snake as he was? Violet and Crystal looked beautiful; and then last but not least, Cassius. Tension filled the banquet room between Charlotte and Cassius.
There might as well have been a mountain between them. She furrowed her brows. What happened between them? She turned to check on Lottie, but she fluttered away like a butterfly. Olivia watched her friend disappear into the crowd and then reappear. She approached the Smithwoods. Lorenzo glanced at her with eyebrows raised; a silent question of âwhat?â but she shrugged. It was none of her business to share it; that would be a breach of Charlieâs trust and confidence.
Next her gaze turned to the entrance. She watched as Kazumin waltzed into the banquet. What was he wearing? Her eyes widened and she pursed her lips. His outfit would draw too much attention. In the background, she heard Prince Callumâs voice and then King Edinâs. Her cheeks flushed, and fury rose inside of her. How dare they talk about him like that! She wanted to approach them and say something, but how could she? Her gaze turned to Asteroth and a snarl nearly escaped her. Suppressed memories raced through her mind. She didnât know who she wanted to smack first; the royals, Damien, or him. She shut her eyes and took several deep breaths.
Kazuminâs arrival beside her pulled her out of her reverie. Olivia smiled and looked at him. âWhy yes, this is a grand feast. So nicely created by our esteemed ruler,â her voice remained smooth. Underneath, a layer of sarcasm was itching to creep out. âThank you, sir Kazumin. You look lovely as well,â She blushed at the sunflowers and laughed gently. Sunflowers were indeed one of her favorites. At her farm, she had dozens of them planted.
Then, he pointed out her amulet and froze. The abruptness of nearly saying her full name out loud caused panic to spike. His recovery was smooth, though, and she let out a deep sigh. âOh no, it was Charlotteâs. She was kind enough to let me borrow it. How sweet is she?â She smiled at his compliment and quick pat, one she wished she could return. Acting too familiar again would only raise more suspicion.
Prior to eating, she glanced round the room and turned in her chair. The noise level of the room had gone up significantly. The room was crowded with all these nobles. She saw familiar and unfamiliar faces. Nobody she knew, other than a few. Her throat tightened and panic surged through her. How would she survive this night? She didnât belong here⌠She wasnât truly noble. All these people knew one another and could mingle so easily. It was like looking at the scene from outside the window. She might as well have been outside. A cold sense of anxiety washed over her and she began bouncing her leg.
Her gaze moved to the far corner. Most of the Alidasht were seated farther away. To her delight, she caught Rohitâs wave and returned it with a grin. Hopefully, she could talk to him later. Her chest briefly fluttered. There was a woman sitting beside Rohit she didnât recognize and marveled at her beauty; Princess Anastasia, Hafiz, and then others she didnât know. She turned back to her plate.
Olivia quickly began to scoop food onto her plate. It was her safety net, her comfort and source of distractions. She looked over with delight at the mac and cheese serving and scooped plenty of it onto her plate. Then, she took the roasted vegetables and placed them over her mac cheese. She noticed Zarai had arrived and made a mental note to greet her later. There was a tall blonde haired woman with a wolf chatting with her. A live wolf was here? Olivia watched with fascination. She waved to Zarai and then turned back to Kazumin.
âAll this food, and people are staring back home,â Her voice was hardly audible above the noise. âItâs insane.â Olivia shook her head and continued eating and took more food, though guilt filled her inside. Then, her voice rose to a reasonable level. âHow are you doing tonight, Sir Kazumin?â
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